I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Gerard~~
what had gotten frank so upset Saturday?
i haven't seen him since then and im extremely worried about him, i've rang and text him like a million times each but he just seems to be ignoring me. each time i click send on my messages my heart brakes a little more, knowing that i've completely fallen in love with this boy ow he's pretending i don't exists.
However it's Monday now and he has to come to school right, i have to see him at school.
i walk through the halls scanning each persons face just to find them perfect sparkling eyes i reach for my times table and notice that i have maths. finally i will be able to see frank and talk to him and just be near him. i walk into the room and walk to the back where my desk is and soon the other pupils follow me, marching through the door and sitting at they're desks. once the classroom is almost full the old grey haired teacher starts the lesson by telling us to get out our books and turn to page 45 however i look over to my side to see no Frankie.
where is he?
my head keeps turning from the classroom door to frank's seat just hoping he's going to be there each time i turn to look at the empty desk. however suddenly the door swings open and bangs loudly against the wall as it does it almost giving the old fragile teacher a heart attack. of course it's frank storming in late with an extremely pale face. he doesn't look like the happy frank i remember from Friday and Saturday his normally colourful lively skin is now dull and bleak. his normally red rosy smiling lips are colourless and slopping down his face in a emotionless frown. his normally neatly styled hair is messy and un-brushed and the clothes he wears are all crumpled up on his body messily. he doesn't look like frank.
he marches through the classroom and throws himself down on the desk while letting his bag hit the floor, the other pupils are sniggering and mumbling under their breaths which i guess is name calling. however frank doesn't look like he cares he looks completely emotionless as if all the live and energy has been taken from his body.
the teacher begins shouting at frank, telling him he's going to have to have an after school detention for being so late and that's when franks face immediately changes.
there is emotions now however not loving kind ones, he's angry. pissed off and i can see his chest beginning to pump hard as he argues with he teacher
"i cant" he says after being told he must stay behind after the school day has finished. i look up to see the teacher writing out a detention slip before handing it to frank. he quickly screws it up in his hand before looking dead up into the teachers eyes and shouting
"i said i fucking cant" although the teacher looks extremely angry with frank's language he keeps calm
"franklin, you must come to your detention" and simply walks away
frank immediately stands up picking his back up off the floor screaming
"i just fucking told you i cant, what i load of shit. don't expect to see me there" he shouts before throwing the detention slip in the bin and storming off out the door and down the corridor.

what has gotten into frank? i need to talk to him.

Once maths class is finished i was suppose to go to science however i decide to go looking for frank instead. i wonder around the halls in search for him, checking his locker before asking a few teacher if they had seen him. no one had a clue where he could be as i walk into the bathroom to check if he's there which he's not i think to myself if i was frank where would i be.
i remember back to Saturday night, he was upset, i could tell he was upset by his eyes the same eyes he carried with him today. on Saturday i found him smoking on the bench outside and that's when it hits me, he's probably outside chain smoking the whole god damn packet.
i walk out the fire exit door and search around the building and i am just about to give up and go inside until i tear a quite sob and see small puffs of smoke coming from a crack between two walls. i walk up to the entrance of the small kind of hiding place only to see a small fragile figure curled up in a ball, packet of cigarettes and lighter at his side.
"Frankie" my voice even hardly a whisper as it brakes my heart to watch him cry.
he peals his face away from his knee's to look up at me, his cheeks are red and puffy and he eye are deep colour of red from blood shot. i quickly creep into the hiding place with him and sit close next to him
"Frankie, you cant go on like this, you need to talk" he just puts his face back into his lap continuing with the silence
"please tell me what's wrong" i continue before wrapping my arm around his lower back and pulling him into my chest. he quickly wraps his arms around my stomach and i feel this aching inside my chest. i love this boy so much.
i hear him sobbing again but i just hold him and let him cry into my shirt, i clutch him tighter in my grip.
"is it because of them?" i ask remember what he told me on Saturday. i feel him shaking his head against my body
"no" he breaths out shakily as his voice i unused and all broken i feels good to hear his voice i wrap my fingers around the bottom of his china and pull his face up so he's looking at me
"Frankie, tell me why your so upset" as soon as the words leave my mouth i see the anger consuming his face again, im not scared of him im just worried.
there is a silent moment before he seems to brake
"it's because of you"
my eyes widen at the statement. me? i mean what have i done which could possible upset Frankie this much
i don't answer but Frankie must have seen the confused look on my ace because he starts to explain
"you don't really want me do you Gerard?" crack. there goes another broken piece of my heart however he doesn't give me time to reply
"i was just a one off fuck to you"
and another
"you don't care about me, you just want sex"
right then in that moment, what ever was left of my tiny black heart seems to disintegrate into ash in my chest. i turn my head away from his evil glare to look at the floor, letting tears fall down my face as i have no words to describe how upset i a by the things frank is saying.
everything silent for a minute as i feel frank pull away from my body and stand up, i quickly follow his movements and stand up but as he starts t walk away i grab his arm and spin him so we're facing each other
i re-gain some confidence
"why would you ever thing that Frankie?" i ask holding back the floods of tears which are begging to be set free
"Gerard, i know your not telling me something, you have dark secretes"
my eyes widen again at the words, how did he know?
Frankie they don't concern you" i whisper my voice quite and weak
"see, you don't love me Gerard, your just using me to get through a rough patch in your life, im just there to make you feel better. but what about me?" his tears begin again rolling down his cheeks then falling off of his face and onto the floor
"what about what i need" he whispers
i reach a hand up and wipe the tears which roll down his face pulling his glare up so we can make eye contact again
"i am not using you Frankie" i tell him truthfully " i will tell you anything you want to know about me" his eyes seem to light up again, the emotion and colour rushing back to his face
"but not here" i tell him
"come round to mine tonight, i will explan everything"

Notes

just a short paragraph for now,
i will update tonight
im going to watch the fault in our stars so i dont have time now