Frank pov

I cannot believe the plan is working so well. by the end of the day yesterday, Gerard and I had done 'stuff' in the bathroom. He honestly thinks that I'm in love with him. I have to admit though, he was pretty hot. The leather pants just made his sack freaking huge and his ass.... Well I've already gone over this haven't I? Anywho, my reward for getting our plan along so far was my three girls buying me two packs of skittles' EACH! That's six packs of skittles, in case you suck at math.

The new news? Gerard now has four of our classes with me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. Not for the reason you think! It was because gaining his trust would be eaiser. Not because he's fucking hot or anything.
Remember, I'm straight. I think. God. If my mom or dad ever found out what I did with him. Hey kids, it's story time.

When I was in seventh grade, I'd told my parents that I liked boys. I was expecting them to be okay with it. All they did when my sister said she was gay was talk to her in her bedroom. She'd convinced them to send her to gamma's so I figured that they were okay with her being gay. If they didn't like it why would they let her go to gamma's so everyone would know. Long story short, my dad had uh beat me and I guess he raped uh me. After he had asked if I still liked boys and if I wanted to do more of what two boys do. I guess it wasnt uh good enough because he made me do other things before my mom beat me and left me alone. It was a false alarm anyway. I'm straight.

So that's why it's bad that I'm developing feelings for Gerard. Shit. Did I just admit that??
Xoxo
frank

Notes

I love skittles. And some of this story is real life.