Frankie Baby

God must have been in a bad mood today and definetly must have taken it out on me. I didn’t dare look up at the greasy haired teen. I pinched the bridge of my nose and clenched my eyes shut. Hoping. No , begging God to make him leave me alone. I didn’t need a supid greaser following me around. I already had it hard enough. A deep chuckle rumbled from the seat next to me.
“At least could you please stop calling me whatever pet names you have?” I mumbled under my breath. This was fucking incredilous , what are the odds of being put in the same class as your biggest enemy?
“No , sweetheart I won’t. It suits you too well.” I clenched my eyes tighter. Another chuckle reverberated into my ear.
“Y’know , if you frown too hard you’re gunna give your pretty face some deep frown lines.” I snapped my eyes open and scowled at the desk.
“Then in that case , I’ll try and frown as much as possible so you could stay the fuck away from me.” I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly Gerards pale hand skated up and down my thigh , getting closer to my danger zone. A feeble burning senation practically burst onto my leg. My eyes widend and my cheeks heated a few degrees.
“Oh sugar , you aint gettin away from me that easy..” his hand stopped and squeezed my knee before getting slapped away by yours truely. I glared at him , flustered , while he smirked back like it was a regular activity.
“Do you ever take a hint?” I whispered sharply. Class was just beginning and the volume in the room had been turned down. The teacher had been rambling on about Michelangelo’s works.
“Ima perticularly ambitious person Frankie..” his smile became more predatory , dangerous even. “..I don’t let up until I get what I want.” A mask of lust glazed over his eyes. I would be lying if I wasn’t flustered slightly by Gerard’s aggressive nature. Or was it just complete ambition? Who cares , I didn’t want to be apart of his stupid lusts. Simply I rolled my eyes and flipped my hair , which I immediately regretted. My hair was long , for a boy which no doubting , gave me an incredible feminine quality. I mean it was obvious I was a boy , but I had girly feats , which I had accepted. Soon enough the final bell rang , it was shrill and hurt my already pounding head. Quickly , I snatched up my bag and bolted for the door. I never bothered to say goodbye to Gerard. As I dodged the horde of teens my mind wandered to Gerard’s touch. It was electrifying , and it left a lasting impression. I couldn’t understand what made it so , intense. I didn’t want him to be around me or even touch me at the fact. But there was a small part of me that did want him to touch me. maybe just call me his baby and whisper dirty things in my ear. It was stupid and illogical and utterly unfathomable for a person like me to be willing to be near such a man. He was crude , rude and perverted. But on the same note he had electrifying touches and a body of an adonis. I gazed at the floor moving underneath me , it was the ugliest color. Well , it was a floor so i guess there was no need for it to be-
“Fuck” i cried as I walked headfirst into a wall of a body. My books spewed all over the ground and my glasses flew off my face. I was practically blind without my glasses , unless you were right in front of my face. “My glasses!” i shrieked. I was on my hands and knees shuffling around like a dog. The hallway felt a bit hotter and i finally got a grip on my glasses. I shoved them onto my face hastily and gathered up my books. I internally screamed at the sight of my Literature textbook being held up by Gerard.
“Fucking hell!” i shrieked at him while reaching up to grab my book. Fuck being short.
“You know,” he interupted himself by biting his lip. “You looked pretty sexy on your hands and knees Frankie baby.” he drawled , holding the textbook higher over his head , smirking. My heart stuttered and my face was on fire.
“F-fucking f-fuck you Gerard! Give me my damned book!” I reached up higher for the book.
“Feisty..” he growled hungrily. “I like it.” punctuating his sentence with a devilious smirk. I let out a strangled noise from the back of my throat.
“Gerard.. Please , I-I need to go home please.” I begged , i wanted to get home before daddy had his pathetic drinking binge. I pleaded him with my eyes. Then he dropped his arm down slowly and extended his arm.
“Only ‘cause you were turning me on with your beggin.” he smirked and winked. My heart did the stupid stutter again at the terribly simplistic gesture. While I rolled my eyes and snatched the book from his outstretched arm.
“Now what do you say darlin?” he cooed stepping closer , officially popping the bubble of personal space.
“Fuck off.” I deadpanned before jogging through the steel doors with books in hand. The cold October breeze immediatly started biting at my face. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body. No wonder they call Monday the worst day of the week.

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