The Fic Without a Title

I tried to keep my mind off of Frank after the earlier incident, forcing thoughts of caution to the forefront of my mind instead of how warm and safe I felt in his arms. I mentally shook myself, swinging my head a little to clear it.

Remember, Gerard? This was the Dom who forced himself on to you when you first met him- literally yesterday. You shouldn't romanticize him after something like that.

My mind was at war. One part of me most certainly disliked the Dom for some of the impressions he'd made on me; particularly practically turning my own brother against me in that bathroom. But, on the other hand... As much as I wanted to deny it, there was at least some small piece of me that found him incredibly attractive. His hair, his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he told a terrible joke and made me laugh... To be honest, if he hadn't thrown me so much that first day I might've already fallen into his arms.

I guess it's kind of a good thing he threw me off. I've been independent for so long, so careful to keep myself away from Doms until I could find one who'd fight for me. Could I really give all of that up? Leave behind my freedom and relinquish everything I had- especially to someone I'd just met? The thought alone made my stomach churn, my lip starting to hurt from being bitten so hard. He's trying to be better... At least, I think he is. Could it all be in my head? Was this some elaborate prank? Did he only care about how pretty I looked? The way the anger radiated from him when he saw the group earlier seemed so genuine, and yet... I can't help but doubt him. I don't want to- If anything, I desperately wish I could believe him when he said he cared about me. After being isolated for so long, I suppose all that fear finally turned into distrust.

I sighed bitterly, trying to sort out all of my emotions.

Don't be stupid, Gerard. He doesn't care about you any more than he does the next fertile. He only helped you because that's a Dom's job; to protect the fertiles who don't have mates. It didn't mean anything.

I hardly noticed when the bell rang, and only when I looked up did I realize just how much time had passed. It was already time for lunch.

I walked into the cafeteria, going slowly through the line and looking around somewhat nervously until a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hey beautiful." I flinched almost imperceptibly at the purr near my ear.

"U-um, hey Frank." I mumbled, using the movement of the lunch line as a chance to pull away from his grasp. He seemed to pause for a minute when I pulled away, but slowly launched back into conversation anyways.

"So, Gee, how have your classes been? Have you had any more trouble? I can take care of any meatheads who've been bothering you."

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep my voice even but still stuttering a little. "O-oh, um, no- no, I'm-" I coughed awkwardly, quickly tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm f-fine. Thanks though." I turned around quickly, ducking my head a little as I paid for my lunch and headed outside. There was a big oak tree I'd sat under every day for lunch ever since my first day here, and that tradition wasn't about to change.

Frank sauntered after me, seeming to take my stuttering for being flustered and blush-y around him. He tried to sling his arm around my shoulder, causing me to tense up near immediately. I swallowed nervously, casually trying to step out from under him. Without even realizing I had moved closer towards Mikey, as though my subconscious wanted me to be around someone who I knew and trusted to protect me.

I felt guilty, I really did. Frank almost looked hurt when I scooted ever so slightly more towards my brother. I couldn't help it; everything was mixed up inside of me and I wasn't sure what to do. I both wanted to get away from him and curl up in his arms, and neither of the two sides seemed to be able to win out against the other. I barely picked at my food, Frank trying to make some conversation that was mostly returned by Mikey, and occasionally Pete. At some point I stood abruptly, muttering a quiet, "I'm not hungry," before dumping my lunch in the trash. Shoving my hands deep in my pockets I walked back inside, shoulders hunched as I stared at the ground, finally finding my way to the back corner I liked to draw in. Nobody ever came back there; it was the perfect space to clear my head. I sat down, leaning my head back against the cool metal of the lockers.

My eyes closed, and I felt a sort of calm wash over me for being more isolated, like I had lways been used to. That is, until I heard the soft sound of a sweat jacket sliding on metal, and the quiet breathing beside me. I knew who it was, even before they spoke.

"Gerard? Please... what's wrong? Or, I guess... what did I do wrong?"

Notes

Moop doop. I'm really excited to have thnksfrthmdln back, and I'm definitely thrilled to be continuing the fic! <3 Look forward to more updates soon. c: Stay fabulous, little killjoys~!

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