I Believe We're the Enemy

Frank laughed, "I am not apologizing."
Gerard glanced over to Rogen who was standing underneath the door frame, staring at the two. Gerard sighed, "I know this is stupid," He whispered, making sure Rogen didn't hear, "But this whole fucking conflict needs to end before something else bad happens."
Frank became stubborn, "He needs to apologize for making my junior year a living hell."
"I agree with you. But this is your chance to get that peaceful stance between you and Rogen without causing anymore trouble."
Frank looked at Rogen who picked at his nails, "I'm waiting, kiddo." Rogen called, a smile forming.
Frank moved past Gerard, skipped up the small steps, and faced Rogen, "I'm sorry."
Rogen's green eyes sparked, "I'm going to be honest with you...what you said, really sent me on a guilt trip. I never realised that calling me out would change my perspective. But it did. Honestly, I thought you were going to call me an idiot or some shit-trying to fuck with my feelings, y'know? But you changed me. And so," Rogen stuck out his hand, "I want to put this aside of us. No bullshit, kiddo."
Frank had no idea that Rogen could admit any of that. Frank asked, "How do I know this isn't some kind of trick?"
Rogen paused. He smiled gently, it even changed Gerard's perspective on Rogen who was watching the scene. Rogen said, "I guess you're going to have to trust me."
Trust him. Frank thought. Frank looked at his hand, "No bullshit?"
Rogen looked up at Gerard, but his words seemed like they were for Frank, "We could start over."
Gerard looked away, his hands became sweaty.
Frank didn't know what to do. His hand grabbed his and shook it suddenly, making Frank surprised by his reaction. Frank looked up at Rogen whose green eyes sparked. Did Frank just become his enemy's friend? No, he thought, he's not an enemy anymore...he's...a friend.

****

Frank had made another friend, true. Though, he felt like making his enemy a friend of his would have consequences. Would it? Frank walked down the empty halls, his mind on Rogen. He almost laughed when he realised that he only focused on negative outcomes. He stopped in his place, "Why am I so negative?" He said to himself, his head lowering.
Abruptly, hands grasped onto his shoulders and swung his body against the lockers.
Frank's vision became blurry, and he instantly assumed it was Rogen-but he regained his vision and faced Ryan. Ryan looked furious, and it chilled Frank to the bone. Ryan said, "So, Rogen seems to have made a new friend. How interesting. Well, don't worry Frankie, I'll make sure that from beginning to end, your junior year is going to be a living hell."
Frank had deja vu when his body was cramped inside a locker. He was just lucky to enough to his nose against the holes, but he still couldn't see. He called out, "Hey! You can't just leave me here!"
Ryan replied as he walked away, "Sure I can."
Frank sighed, "Fuck! Not again!" He wanted to kick, to punch something out of anger, but his body was crunched together, so instead, he cried. Frank cried out very weakly, "Someone let me out...Gerard..." Frank couldn't believe this was happening again, "Gerard! Please, come helpme." His voice became scrappy, his cries weakened. He suddenly felt a sudden movement from the other side. Frank cried out, "Gerard?"
The movement scuffled through the lock on the locker-and suddenly stopped until a large bang hit against the locker, ringing into Frank ear. The locker door creaked open, and Frank pushed his way out. Rogen’s hand was formed into a fist, and Frank feared the worst-until he noticed his knuckle was bleeding. Frank faced Rogen, he met eyes with him. Frank muttered, “Thanks.”
Rogen smiled, “No bullshit, Frank.”
Frank smiled back lightly. He looked at Rogen’s knuckles, “You should go to the nurse.”
“Huh?” Rogen asked, obviously not knowing that his knuckles were bleeding. He looked and smirked, “This is nothing compared to what I have to face on the field.” He looked at Frank for a bit until asking, “Who stuffed ya in the locker?”
“Ryan.” Frank replied.
Rogen looked away, “Sorry about that. I guess he’s pissed off because I didn’t want to hang out with him anymore.”
“Why not?”
Rogen ran his hand through his hair, “Well, I realized that I was too soft to be hanging out with him and Duke. They have fun making fun of others, and well, I didn’t want to. I’m not that type of guy anymore...he must’ve blamed you.”
Frank frowned, “It’s okay.”
Rogen looked at Frank, “Were you crying?”
Frank frantically looked away, “No.”
Rogen smiled, “It’s okay if you were, anyway, I heard you calling out in tears.”
Frank’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. He muttered, “Where’s Gerard?”
“I’m not sure. Probably in class. You just got lucky because I have football practice in the morning.” He added, “I was on my way to get my jersey from my locker when I heard you.”
Frank muttered again, “Thanks.” Frank felt arms wrap around his shoulders. The scent of cologne and sweat traveled up his nose. Rogen smiled, “I’ll see ya later, kiddo.” Rogen released Frank and continued to walk down the hall and disappeared.
Kiddo.
Kid.
Frank was starting to see a pattern. He felt the pit of his stomach fill up with jealousy. Rogen and Gerard were very close when they were in middle school, but Gerard was with him, so why did he feel like he wanted to keep Rogen away from Gerard?

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