"Who would take whose last name?" Frank asked out loud, cigarette smoke billowing out of his mouth as he spoke.
I shrugged. "Frank Iero-Way sounds much better than Gerard Way-Iero," I replied and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. He pouted and tilted his head. It was probably subconsciously, but it exposed his neck, which was covered in concealer. No matter how much he packed on, however, the hickeys could be faintly seen. I learned a few nights ago he had a thing for hickeys.

"Do you like this?" I asked teasingly before lightly biting the newly formed bruise on his collarbone.
He tugged on my hair. "A-Actually..." He stopped talking to whimper. "I... nev-ever told you this, but I-I have a thing..." He turned his head away. "... for being marked up."
I pulled away from his neck. "Really?" He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. "You don't have to be embarrassed," I told him. "I could've made this a lot more fun if you'd told me earlier." I started sucking on his neck once again, this time right above his tattoo. I knew it would be clearly visible.
"Ah, fuck, Gee," he sighed, pulling on my hair, "you h-had to choose right-right-right there." I simply hummed against his skin. "I... l-like it because it... m-makes me feel like I-I belong to-to you." His voice became higher as he talked, eventually ending in a moan as I bit his new bruise.
"You do belong to me, Frankie," I murmured. Welp, not sure where that came from, but by the way his eyes widened and he smiled slightly, he liked it. "Understand?" I continued, "you're mine."
"Mmhm, yours," was his reply, before pulling me in for another kiss.

Okay, I should probably stop thinking about that before I get a boner.

"Whatcha thinking about?" he asked as he took the cigarette from me, smirking when I grabbed for it.
"To be honest, your hickeys."
"I thought you would be weirded out by that kink," he told me.
"Well, I'm just the best fiance." He giggled and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

We were sitting in the smoke area again, ditching class for the fourth day in a row. The only classes we went to were homeroom (because 1. Mrs. Noriega is actually quite kind, and 2. they get suspicious if you miss homeroom) and music (because its our favorite subject). I'm surprised the school hasn't called my parents about my ditching yet. I mean, I do it a lot, but not four days in a row. Thank god tomorrow is Friday. We're planning on just lying around my room all weekend and maybe dying my hair. Patrick might be coming over too, but if he does I know Pete will be coming over with him. I wrapped my arm around Frank and let him rest his head on my shoulder. "Y'know, Frank," I started, but realized it was a bad idea. "n-Nevermind."
He pouted. "Tell me!"
I sighed. "You... you do know there won't be a wedding, right? There's practically no chance of me recovering." I immediately regretted saying that. He shook my arm off and walked over to his guitar, swinging it over his shoulder, then doing the same with his backpack.
"C'mon, let's go to class," he muttered as he crossed his arms. I sighed and nodded as I grabbed my messenger bag. He stomped over to the front of the school, me following, and walked to history for the first time in three days. When we got to class, the teacher's back was turned, so we quickly ran over to our seats in the back. We got the same dirty looks as always as kids noticed we were in the class. Frank pretty much slammed his textbook on his desk, thankfully blocked out from the teacher's ears by the chattering of the other students.
"Frank, I'm sorry," I whispered to him. "I-I shouldn't have said that."
"Why are you apologizing?" he replied in a slightly annoyed voice. "You did nothing wrong." I sighed. We've gotten in our first fight.

He ignored me the entirety of class and of science. We got the usual insults thrown at us (along with some death threats), with a few words I'd never heard before. He didn't speak a word to me during lunch other than to ask me for a cigarette.

When we walked into the P.E., all the chattering stopped. It was, obviously, replaced with insults. I walked over to my locker and shielded the side of my face when I saw someone naked. "You should be used to this, Way!" the guy yelled. I scoffed in response and opened my locker to put my bag in. Frank walked past me to the other side of the lockers. I couldn't really exercise in my jeans, but I didn't want to change in front of them, so I just stayed in them. I walked into the actual gym and sat at the top, in the bleachers. I picked at the black polish varnishing my nails while the kids filed in. I didn't look away from my hands until I saw a black-clad figure sit next to me. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Frank sitting there, looking away. I called out his name again and he turned around, opened his mouth, then closed it when a voice rang out in the gym.
"Everyone, stand up!" Mr. Blackery, the P.E. teacher yelled. We all listened and stood. He started calling on random people to come down, those are the kids he'll take outside for exercise, the rest of us will exercise in here with another teacher. I was in a daze until I heard my name. "Way!" I jogged down the steps of the bleachers and stood in the line of kids. "Finally decided to come to class, eh?" he called after me. I didn't reply. He finished up choosing the kids and told us to go outside. I looked over to Frank before leaving to see him hunched over, one of Jack's friends sitting next to him. I wanted to go over and ask if he was okay, but I was pushed outside by Blackery. I hope he's okay.

FRANK'S P.O.V.

"You and Gee are fuckin' disgusting," he hissed when Mr. Blackery's back was turned.
"Shut up," I muttered. I immediately regretted it.
"What was that?"
I gripped the edge of the seat and squeezed my eyes shut. "I... I said, shut up."
He chuckled. "You really gonna stand to me?" I heard the door outside swing open and knew the group, and Blackery, had left. Which meant, more than likely, they would--

Someone picked me up by my shirt and forced me to stand up. I was met with Jack in my face. "You're gonna regret talking back to Jay here," he told me before spitting in my face. He let me drop into my seat and I wiped away his spit with my sleeve. Just then, another teacher came in. I don't remember his name, but I recognized him as the other teacher for P.E. I always skipped this class until today, but I was already completely done with this class.

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At the end of it, I was sweating like I was in hell. Guess that's what happens when you never go to P.E. I rushed over to the changing room, I didn't want to be in the same room as Jack nor Jay. I noticed that the outside group hadn't come in yet. I didn't pay any attention to it as I changed out of an extra shirt and back into my signature long-sleeved one. I fully regret exercising in skinny jeans, but I don't feel comfortable changing in front of a bunch of guys. I pulled down the sleeves and sat down to put my shoes back on. Just as I had tied my shoes, I heard someone walk up behind me. Before I could turn around to see who it was, I was pushed against a locker, a fist pulling my hair. I turned my head a bit to see Jack standing behind me, a huge smirk on his face. He forced me to turn around and look at him. "Not gonna fight back now, huh?" he asked me. I didn't reply, just squeezed my eyes shut. I knew what was coming.

And my thoughts were confirmed by a fist meeting my face. My head snapped to the right, and I could already feel the blood trickling from my nose. I was kicked in the stomach and fell to the floor, my back still against the lockers. Another kick, more punches, insults. I'd learned to try to tune out their words and their actions by now, to just focus on slipping out of consciousness.

But I couldn't this time. Blood was dripping down my chin and my body ached all over. I groaned as there was a kick in a forming bruise.

Suddenly, the blows stopped. I heard some shouting, but couldn't make out the words. I opened my eyes ever so slightly to see someone yelling at Jack, waving their hands around frantically as they spoke. They pointed at me a lot too. I couldn't make out any of their features, my vision was too blurry. Jack punched them, but they didn't even flinch. Jack yelled something and walked away. As soon as he was gone, they rushed over to me. They tried to talk to me, but I couldn't hear them. I could tell I was about to pass out.

And thankfully, I did.

Notes

this was gonna be longer but i usually just write for hours without getting up and i don't want to break from tradition and i'm hungry so here's another chapter

xo