Frankie Baby

It seemed like the week slowly got more exciting with every day due to a dumb carnival. I mean who gets excited over a Halloween Carnival. All there is , is broken down rides and horribly greasy meats. Not to mention that the whole school was going , and I was not a fan of crowded places. I guess the only reason I was slightly excited was that Saturday marked my eighteenth birthday. Although it was another day for me , no one got me gifts or sang happy Birthday. So as a treat for myself I would head on over to the drive in and watch Frankinstien. It was an extra ordinarily lonely ritual , but it was one that i’d been practicing since i was 13. Plus the old man who ran the drive in knew it was my birthday on Halloween and gave me several bars of chocolate. I smiled at the thought of chocolate , it was a sweetness i craved for. I silently slipped through the hallways , carefully plucking everyones plans for the carnival tonight. Apparantly Jessica Jenson was going to get shit faced and Sammy Tammone was going to try and make a move on Gerard. Which i’m pretty sure he would accept with open arms. But some part of me was jealous of the confidence she had. Do not get me wrong she was aboslutely beautiful. Her body was curvy and she had long blonde hair. She was popular and socialable. A little bit of envy rose in my throat , I couldn’t understand. Why couldn’t I have good looks and confidence like Sammy and be captivating to Gerard? I was short , pudgy and a complete social misfit. I had boring medium brown hair and average hazel eyes. For fucks sake , I was happy with being alone on my 18th birthday. Whenever I try to speak it comes out as a stutter , i have horribly weak eyes. Ugly pale skin and deep rings purple rings under my eyes. Maybe I should go on a diet to look skinnier or refuse the chocolate tomorrow. I sighed and rested my head on my desk. I had everything going for me, there was no reason to be upset over looks. Thats the last thing you need in life , all you need is a brain. I inhaled the smell of paint and clay , Gerard haden’t gotten to class yet. Which I wasn’t suprised by. He usually came in three minutes late and reeked of cigarettes. But I was shocked when he sauntered in right after the bell. I rubbed my eyes again then started to pull at the fraying threads of my favorite sweater. The sweater was cotton and a dark blue. It was a strinking contrast against my pale skin. After a full period of pulling threads and taking notes the bell rang. When i stepped out of the classroom it was chaotic. I sighed and dodged a few stuffed bats and pumpkins. As soon as i got to my locker a firm hand wrapped around my wrist making me jump. I turned to see Gerard’s stupid grin. I yanked my wrist away from his grip.
“What.” I snapped. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this again. He smiled smugly and leaned on the locker next to mine.
“I was just wonderin’ if you were goin’ to the carnival tonight.” I rolled my eyes in reponse. Of course he would ask this question.
“No, and I don’t plan on it.” i sighed and pulled out my math notebook , avoiding his gaze.This was ridiculous.
“Well, plan on it cause you’re coming with me.” I frowned. He was only doing this to try and get in your pants or embarass you. But on the same note , he won’t stop pestering me if I don’t go.
I clenched my jaw and pinched the bridge of my nose completely frustrated.
“I really don’t have an option do I?” I mumbled. He chuckled again before leaning in closer.
“No you don’t Frankie baby.” My face heated again at the stupid , stupid petname. I huffed and closed my locker.
“Does that mean i’ll pick you up at 7?” he smirked and leaned in even closer. The proximity was so close i could feel his body heat.
“Sure if you can find out where I live.” I snorted and walked away with my head down , attempting to hide the blush that spread across my face.

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