Passing Notes

Time Stamp: 9:30 am, October 6th, 1998.
Location: 3rd Period. Mr. O'Brians Creative Writing 101
I walked into class, and dropped my bag. I glanced around, and I noticed something that made my stomach flip. Frank was in my third period Creative Writing class?! How the HELL have I never noticed him before?!
Ronnie was also in this class. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and he pulled Frankie to his chest. Frank blushed harshly, and a quiet moan escaped the smaller boy's lip's as Ronnie nipped at his neck, leaving a little love bite. I heard an animalistic growl come from Ronnie's lip and his pulled Frank's hips against him.
I gagged a little and sat down in the seat next to where Frank and Ronnie were standing. Frank shoved Ronnie back, and he sat down next to me. Ronnie sat behind Frank, and kept leaning over him.
I sighed and unfolded the paper to read it, holding the note out of his view.
The hand writing in this note was shaky, almost like he couldn't focus or something. It took a lot of mind power to comprehend what the note was saying, but with much effort I understood what he had meant. There was also a lot of scribbling, and some doodling on the sides.
I blamed Ronnie, who had his hands on Frank's waist. Frank had leaned his head back onto Ronnie's shoulder, and he was blushing furiously. He had also scooted back a little to give Ronnie better reach.
I felt my stomach turn with jealousy.
Wait, what?!
Where was the fucking teacher!!?
I began to read.
"Dear 'Lover Boy',
I wouldn't call that shameful, I actually think it's sweet. If I'm being completely honest, if I spent time with someone for almost all my time, like a sibling, I would bond with them too. Things would probably lead to sex. Don't worry about it. Incest has never really bothered me. I think it's cute.
As for Ronnie, I don't know if I love him, or have loved him. With him I feel like everything is okay, like nothing could ever go wrong ever again. I feel at peace around him, relaxed, and myself. I also can't control my urges around him, of any kind, especially lustful urges. It's like he always has a way to park lust in me. At the same time, it isn't all just sex between us, there's something else, something deeper. A certain level of comfort. We can sit in silence, and it's comfortable, but we can also talk forever about anything. I can trust him with my deepest secrets. Is it love? Maybe. I don't know what love actually feels like. Do you? I imagine that if I feel it, I'll know it.
I can't leave Jamia. I don't know why I can't because she doesn't let me. It's like she has some power over me, and it keeps me there, it keeps me coming back. I keep on crawling back every fucking time.
She does neglect me, I agree. I want to leave, I really do, but I always end up back, so what is the fucking point?! You say you can keep her away from me, but so have other people. It never works. IT NEVER FUCKING WORKS!!
As for eating lunch with you, I don't think I can exactly do that if I don't know who the hell you are, so I suppose that's a no until, or unless you tell me your same, isn't it!
As for your questions; What is the most embarrassing thing you've ever done? Are you a top or a bottom?
I suppose I took up a lot of the letter ranting about Ronnie. He's really all I could think about while writing this, considering he's got his hands up my shirt.
It's your turn to rant. Rant about Mikey. Tell me all about him, because I really want to know, and it's only fair.
Sorry if my questions are weird. I have better ones for my next letter.
I'm really looking forward to your response, actually.
By the way I said "lover boy" because that's what Ronnie called you when he gave me your note to read.
So, see ya later lover boy.
Also, I don't know why the baby crossed the road. Why?
Tag, you're it.
~Love Frankie".
Ronnie called me lover boy? Well, at least he didn't say my actually name, if he even knew my actually name.
I doubt he did.
I got out a pen and a clean sheet of paper and I began to write.
"Mr. Iero, do you have a problem?"
I glanced over at the younger boy who's leg was bouncing noisily.
"Uh, no..." He shook his head, "I'm fine."
Ronnie giggled behind him, and I noticed that Frank was blushing like a mad man.
I leaned towards him, "Are you sure you're okay?" I whispered. He looked at me and nodded. "What are you writing?" He asked, examining my handwriting. I had chosen to label the letter "Dear Princess", so he didn't realize it was for him.
"A letter for my girlfriend." I lied.
"Oh..." He smiled at me, "What's her name?" He asked.
Shit...
"Her name? Lindsey Ballato!" I responded. Lindsey was my best friend, and she was probably going to kill me when she finds out. I would also be caught in my lie by Frank, and he would kill me too.
"Lindsey Ballato? She's Jamia's best friend. She doesn't have a boyfriend..." He commented with a small frown.
Dammit. Why didn't I just say Lindsey? I sighed because I was caught sooner then I expected. I sighed, "Alright, fine." I grumbled, "It's for a boy that I like." I said, telling the partial truth. A faint blush spread over my face.
"What's his name?" Frank's eyes lit up with curiosity.
"Uh... it's none of your fucking business." I said, feeling bad.
He frowned hurtly, "Oh, okay."
I sighed and quickly finished writing the letter, and when it was finished I decided to give it to Lindsey who was two seats in front of me, and the seat behind her was empty. I moved up and handed her the note which was folded up.
She took it and raised an eyebrow at me, "You eat lunch with Jamia Nestor and her boyfriend, right?"
"Yes..."
"Okay, give that to her boyfriend.
She shoved the note in her bra, and nodded, "Alright, now shoo."
I scuttled back to my chair.

Notes

YAY! I MADE GOOD CHAPTER!

*Is eager for the sixth chapter*

My Chemical Romance was rich vampires