This is my shot, Let's hope I'll remember it

We drove down to Frank's university and parked in the student parking. I got out and grabbed a cart to put all of his boxes on, and brought it back to the truck where Frank was waiting with a box in his hand.
We filled the cart up with all of the boxes. "What's your dorm number?" I asked him and he told me it was 412 in building C. We went to building C, and looked at all the numbers on the door until we found 412.
Frank pulled out a small red key that matched the color of the door, and unlocked it. We went inside. The first thing we both realized was that there was already someone here. His back was turned to us, and he was hunched over, so all we saw was a bit of black hair and a leather jacket.
Frank cleared his throat and the person's head shot up. He turned around quickly and I felt my knees quiver.
He had Jet Black hair that curled around his ears, and perfect hazel eyes. His nose came to a point and his lips were spread into a crooked smile. He stood up and stalked over to us. He had confidence radiating off of him.
"Are you Jared?" I asked and he looked a bit confused as he raised a perfect black eyebrow. "It's Gerard, dear. Are you Frank?" He asked me and I giggled a bit. "No, that would be me." Frank said and Gerard's attention turned to Frank and he looked him over. "Nice to meet you, Frank. You seem alright. I like your shirt." He said and Frank looked down at his misfits tee as if he had forgotten what shirt he was wearing. "Thank you." He replied. Gerard nodded. "So, Frank, Who's this lovely girl? Is this your girlfriend?" He asked him and I felt my cheeks heat up. "No, that's my little sister." Frank told him, but Gerard didn't take his glowing eyes off of me. "Well, younger sister, what is your name?" He asked me. "Beth Taylor." He smiled. "Well, Beth Taylor, I hope to see you again soon, but I really must be heading to class." He said. I moved away from the door and he walked out of it. When he brushed past me, a scent of coffee and mint filled my nostrils and made me smile. I looked over at Frank and he was glaring at me. "What?" I asked him. "NO, Beth." I was a little confused. "No What? I didn't ask for anything." I told him, and he just shook his head. "No, Beth, you can't date him. He's like twenty years old. You're only sixteen. I won't allow it." I was a little hurt. "I wasn't trying to date him, Frank. I'm not a whore. I just met the guy." He rolled his eyes and started unpacking boxes and I helped him.
For some reason, I just couldn't seem to get Gerard off my mind.

Notes

Chapter two!!
-CrimsonChaos