I Believe We're the Enemy

Frank's eyes fluttered opened. He blinked a few times, waiting for his eyes to get adjusted to the bright lights of the nurse's office. He sat up, instantly feeling the bandage around his stomach, covering the bruise. Frank looked around to only find the nurse who just now turned her attention to Frank. She smiled as she grabbed an ice pack and patted it against Frank's head, "You passed out as soon as you stumbled in." She was a young nurse, but a hot one that Frank would describe. She had the typical "slutty" nurse outfit with her black hair in pigtails. Her lips were a dark shade of red which formed a comforting smile. She added, "You're not needed to be rushed into a hospital, but I do need you to fill out a form." She handed Frank the ice pack, "You didn't get that big bruise out of no where."
Frank looked at her, "I fell."
The nurse raised an eye brow, seeing through Frank's lies. She sat down onto the chair next to the bed, "My name is Lindsey. And I'm the school nurse. What do you think the school nurse does, Iero?"
"Uh...take care of injured students?"
"Heal injured students. And a part of healing is to get rid of any harm doing. Some of those harmful things are easy to get rid of with medication, bandages, alcohol-and other harmful things are up to the student...what's-no, who is harming you Iero?"
Frank looked at her. She might've been the first girl who Frank enjoyed talking to. Usually girls would talk to him because he was gay They would come up to him to talk about fashion. He would drive them away because that was a stupidly stereotypical thing to do.
Frank didn't want to cause any more trouble with Rogen, that's for sure. But he wanted to get help to prevent another beat down. Frank's mind went blank until his mouth exploded, "I'M GAY."
Lindsey raised a brow again, "Uh..."
Meanwhile, Gerard panted heavily behind the school. He shook his head and cursed under his breath, "Rogen you dipshit."
"Say something, Gee?"
"Great." Gerard scowled as he turned to his left, finding Rogen. Rogen curled his lips into a smile, "Were ya thinking about me?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Gerard striked a violent pose, "You have some nerve to face me."
Rogen kicked a pebble, "Gerard, why are we fighting?"
"Don't use that bullshit on me, asshole."
Rogen grinned, "You're getting smarter, Gee. Good. I like a challenge." Rogen turned, and begun to walk away until Gerard called after him, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Rogen replied, "Freaks Vs Jocks. One of will win, or we all burn down in flames. Let's not light up the gasoline now, Gee." Rogen smirked, "And by the way, I don't think your suspension is up, what are you doing here at the school anyway?" Rogen added quickly, "Oh. I know. Protecting your little boyfriend. Well, I don't know what to tell you besides that your attitude is turning into gold-that kid is making you lose your touch...I can't believe you're sticking by him even after what he was going to do to you."
Gerard's emotions crashed together, "What are you talking about?"

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