Would You Still Care?

I, Frank Anthony Iero, am running my hands through Gerard's hair, his lips pressed against mine. The butterflies in my stomach we're freaking out, fireworks were going on behind my eyelids, and I couldn't help but wonder 'Am I dreaming?'. When Gerard's tongue begged for entrance, by brushing against my lips, I got my answer. Hells no, and thank god for that. I allowed him in, moaning slightly as our tongues met, fighting for dominance. Gerard won out, pulling at my hair, eliciting slight moans from me. He pulled away, mistaking it as a pained moan.

"Are you okay? He asked, concern once again on his face. I shook my head, giving him what I hoped was a lopsided smile. However, my stomach growled, completely ruining the moment. "Liar. Why didn't you tell me you were hungry?" He said, smiling and making his way to the kitchen. "Here you go grandmaster tit, just the way you like it." Gerard said, after he came back handing me a peanut butter and provolone sandwich.

"Thank you." I said, taking a huge bite out of it.

"I don't understand how you can enjoy that. I swear, you eat more pregnant lady combinations than anyone." Gerard was obviously referring to yesterday, he was eating atomic cheese its and I had a bowl of yogurt, I swiped some cheese its and dunked them in. I though it was pretty good and attempted to shove some in his face. The boob refused to try it.

About two weeks later, I was able to go back to school, which wasn't so bad, I was already caught up. Gerard thought it would be a great idea for me to do the work, rather than sleep the whole day away. Gerard and I never really discussed the kiss we shared, I wanted to, really I did. It's just, as the awkward human being that I am, I couldn't find the words. Sadly today, my first day back, Gerard had to be sick. Just my luck. I asked if I could stay home with him, but he just threw his car keys at me and pushed me out the door. That's how I ended up being constantly pushed and shoved into people by none other than James and Trent. The bell rang and I walked into the classroom, away from my tormentors, thank god. Citenship was extremely boring without Gerard to stare at, I ended up starting a presentation on a social injustice of my choice. I chose rape, because it obviously needs to be talked about a lot more than it actually is. The fact that 98% of rapists don't see a day in jail or prison seriously sickens me, that should never be acceptable. People caught with drugs get more jail time, like what the hell?

The bell eventually rings and I walk face first into Trent. The asstown has to tower over me, making it near impossible for me to escape. I attempted to move around his form only for him to latch onto my arm and drag me down the hall.
"Thought just because your boyfriend protected you, we would stop huh? Well sugar, that's not the case at all..." Trent muttered, as he dragged me around the corner and into the nearest bathroom. At that point my extremely late fight or flight response kicked in, I started thrashing against his grip.

"Let me go." I attempted in a stern voice, twisting and turning.

"Now what would be fun in that?" He said letting me go. The way I was attempting to tug myself free and then him suddenly letting me go, made me go flying. I crashed to the slightly damp bathroom tiles, gasping as I landed bad on my ribs. "Huh, that was fun." He laughed. I was too busy to notice him walk over to me, a big shit eating grin on his face. "Oh, what's wrong? Did the little faggot land funny?" Stand up for yourself, I thought.

"No asstown, I just realized how fucking ugly you are." Shit! Did I say that out loud?

"The fuck did you call me? You just won yourself a knuckle sandwich, open wide." He said with a grin, as he pulled his fist back. Luckily for me I rolled just in time, and he punched the hard tiles. He sucked in a breath, controlling the pain. "You're gonna get it now!" He pulled back again, this time hitting me square in the jaw. I groaned, curling up like an armadillo. Trent decided he didn't like that, and picked me up forcing me against the wall.

"Please stop?" I asked my voice wavering, as he landed more punches, eventually opening my lip. Trent just laughed and continued on, hitting me in my ribs. I doubled over in pain, gasping for air desperately. The pain along with a few more hefty punches, eventually was too much for my fragile body to handle. I ended up passing out on the bathroom floor, what a wonderful life.

Notes

Sorta filler chapter guys, sorry.