Time Stamp: 7:15 am. October 6th, 1998
Location: Gerard's Locker
When I swung my locker open, a folded piece of paper fell out of the metal box, and to the ground. I reached down to grab it, but Ray snatched it up before I could. "Passing notes with someone, are we?" He teased. I took the note from him quickly and put it in my back pocket, "Yeah, and they're none of your damn business." I scolded him. He smirked, and then stuck his tongue out at me cutely. I slapped him.
We parted ways. He went to calculus, and I went to my art class.
I took my seat, and I unfolded the note, beginning to read.
"Dear friend,
Man did you scare me when I found out someone had read my note, but I'm glad that, of all people, it was you. You seem to know. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand... And that's good.
My first answer is this; I am fourteen, but I turn fifteen at the end of the month. I am sophomore, though, even though I should be a freshman. I skipped a grade.
As for the weirdest thing I've done, I blew my best friend, Ronnie, last year, and I suppose that isn't extremely weird, but I have a pretty average life besides my insane bitch girlfriend. I honestly didn't mind blowing him so much, and he definitely didn't mind it. It was a dare, but it ended up turning into something more for about ten months until Jamia found out about us, and now we don't even talk anymore.
Here are my questions; what is your sexual preference? Who was your first?
I figured I should tell you more about my situation, so here it goes.
I have a crazy insane bitch for a girlfriend, and her name is Jamia Nestor. She is controlling, and obsessive, and I've been dating her for two years. At first she was a really sweet, and funny person. She was the nicest girl I had ever met. About three months into the relationship, though, I found out she had been cheating on me since like, day two of our relationship. That was my one chance to get out.
But I have her another chance, and she became clingy, obsessive, and crazy. She began to control who I spoke to, reading my text, trying to make me do certain things, trying to make me dress a certain way, or act a certain way, and she consumed all of my free time. Every time we broke up, we would always get back together.
When Ronnie and I started our secret meetings, things seemed to get better between Jamia and I. We were happy with each other again, and she seemed to let loose a little. Then she found out about Ronnie, and now he and I don't even ever talk anymore, which is the most depressing thing about this situation.
I felt like I could actually be myself with him.
He noticed me.
All Jamia ever does is criticize me, control me, and play video games.
It's frustrating so say the very least.
Ronnie was probably the one person I even came close to loving, but I wouldn't know. I should have chosen him when I had the chance, and then I would have been happy. The only thing Jamia makes me feel is hate. She sucks everything but misery from the world. I am a shell of what I used to be.
Hyper.
Happy.
Creative.
It's not there anymore...
I'm empty.
Tag, you're it.
~Love Frankie".
I smiled a little, "tag, you're it". That was cute.
The letter itself was sad, except for the fact that Frank was bisexual. But he also that he was in love with his best friend, Ronnie.
Speak of the devil, Ronnie Radke walked into the classroom ten minutes late, hickeys blending in with his tattooed skin.
The only open seat was next to me, and I groaned quietly when he took it.
And then I realized something. I could pick his brain about Frank...
"Hey, Ronnie." I leaned over to talk to him when he sat down, "Can I ask you a few questions about Frank?"
He raised an eyebrow at me, "What do you want to know?" He asked.
'Is he good with his mouth?' Was the first question that popped into my head, but I shook it away. "Uh... what does he like?" Was what I asked instead.
"Do you like him?" I was disappointed that Ronnie answered with a question.
"You could say." I just wanted the answers.
"Frank Iero... he likes tall and dark." He scanned me, "So you've got that going for you. He likes to be made laugh, and he likes attention. Stuff that Jamia doesn't give him. As for material objects, he likes white roses, and teddy bears." He told me, looking almost sad.
"When is his birthday?" I asked.
"October 31st. Halloween."
"What's the deal with his girlfriend?"
"Her name is Jamia. He wants out, but he doesn't know how to tell her to fuck off. She's destroying him." His pencil snapped in his hand, and he frowned. "Whoops... well there goes that pencil..."
I opened my mouth to ask another question when the teacher shouted, "Radke, Way, shut up!" He was glaring at us intensely.
I sighed and pulled out a clean sheet of paper, and a pen, placing them on my desk before I began to write.
The bell rang, and I finished the letter, signing it, "Love, your mystery man". I don't know, I thought it'd be interesting. I folded the paper, and caught Ronnie's shoulder. "Give this to Frank." I said, thrusting the note towards him.
He took it, "Fine, only because I have him in my next class, and it's an excuse to talk to him." He shoved the paper in his pocket and left the classroom.
I had gym next period

Notes

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