Please Don't Take This Out On Me

I frantically shoved cereal into my mouth as quickly as possible; hoping to get my ass into first period (bio... yuck) without running into Mikey.
He was still pissed as hell at me, even if he did occasionally say "hello" when we passed in the halls or hold the door open for me when my hands were full. I wanted to talk to him and appologize for being a shitty, lovestruck friend but I had a feeling he didn't want to hear it.
A loud laugh interrupted my thoughts and I turned my head to the source of the noise; heart leaping excitedly.
Gerard. Of course.
He was sitting a lot of people I didn't recognize, and they were looking at him like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Let's face it, he really was. But I also wanted him all to myself, and had to admit seeing him with others made me insanely jelous.
I forced another spoonful of cheerios into my mouth and sighed. I told him I loved him, so he knew I was all his and I didn't want anybody else. But seeing him now making other boys look at him the way I do just - hurt.
I stood up abruptly and grabbed my empty bowl; marching across the lunchroom to put it in the dishwasher when I heard "Frankie, baby?"
My feet stopped and I swear so did my heart. I thought Gerard and I weren't going public with our relationship. He knew people would make fun of him, and his reputation would go down loads if he wa seen with someone like me. I knew that I'd get beaten by his gang and called awful names if they ever found out... I'm not exactly what most guys look for in a relationship.
"Come here."
Gerard's words rang out strongly across the lunchroom, and I swear I was hypnotized by the sound of his voice. He was so perfect it put me in a temporary trance as I swung around without hesitation; walking over to him. "Yes, G-Gerard?"
His friends all studied me quietly, and a white haired girl with tons of makeup and piercings gave a slow smirk. I smiled politely back and shuffled closer to Gerard. Like it or not, I guess I was going to meet his friends.
"Isn't he adorable?" Gerard sat down on the table and the white haired girl nodded. "Absolutely." She gave me a wink that sent shivers up and down my spine. I didn't know her, and wasn't very comfortable with this 'overfriendly' vibe I was getting from this table.
Casting my eyes down, I studied my shoes and noticed one of the shoelaces had come undone. Joy, I'd better fix that, or it would seriously bug me.
"N-nice to meet you all-" I stammered and Gerard grabbed my arm. "This is Franccesca," he motioned to the white haired girl. "And Charlie, Stucky, Eren..."
I barely paid any attention as all his friends said their hellos. All I could think about was how he never introduced me as his boyfriend, or friend, or whatever we were and how my godamn shoelace was untied and it was driving me batty.
I shot Gerard a quick smile which he didn't see because he was talking, and I bent down to tie my shoe when a whistle sounded somewhere near Franccesca and something slammed into me from behind.
I gasped and stood up; trying to turn around and see what hit me but my head was pushed back down and a sinking feeling made its way across my chest. Gerard. Of course.
He grinded himself against my ass again, letting out fake moans and more whistles and cheers sounded from his table.
I, myself, was positively humiliated. Tears were prickling at the corners of my eyes as Gerard continued to use me. Show me off. Make the love I had for him seem worthless.
Eventually he stopped and allowed me to stand up. Without thinking twice I jumped back and prepared to run; but having a strong hand grab onto me again.
I almost screamed then decided against it. What was the point? My heart was sinking again, sinking down to the floor and melting into a puddle. I was just so humilated. I couldn't believe Gerard just wanted to make a show of me, and use me like a puppet.
"Hey, Frank-" Franccesca called. "We're having a party tonight, in Stucky's room. You should totally come." I looked up at her; tears threatening to spill out but instead my eyes sucked them back in. She held my gaze with her seductive one and winked at me for the second time. "Come on, it'll be great."
A party. In Stucky's room... Wait. What kind of name is Stucky? Why is there a party? Why wasn't Gerard the one to invite me?
Somewhere in my sadness, there was rage. I was tired of being used. So I turned to Gerard and gave him a subtle smirk. "Sure, let's party."
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I sat on my bed impatiently; drumming my nails onto my thigh as I leaned over to check myself out in the mirror for the fifth time. I know this was just a party, but I wanted to look my best for Gerard and the rest of his gang. This time, if he made me feel as shitty as today in the lunchroom, I would laugh it off.
My mom always told me I was too uptight and needed to loosen up, so here was my big chance to show her I could do it even if she wasn't with me. Of course she never made me feel bad, she was a very kind woman and I loved her dearly. She always knew what was best for me.
A grunt from Bob's side of the room told me that he was done in the bathroom and would crawl into bed without a moment's hesitation so I innerly cheered. The sooner he was knocked out, the sooner I could get to the party.
Bob lifted up the covers and I silently willed him to hurry the fuck up, when he looked straight at me and frowned. "Aren't you a little overdressed for bed?"
Shit.
I looked down nervously at my denim skinny jeans and black button up and laughed forcefully. "Oh, yeah. I forgot to change. I guess I'll do that now." I very slowly stood up and smiled politely at Bob as he grunted again and pulled the covers over him. "Better be quiet, or I won't be happy."
I nodded even though he couldn't see me, then scurried into the bathroom to do my eyeliner as quickly (but not sloppily) as possible.
Once I decided I was as presentable as possible, I switched the stud in my lip for a hoop; feeling more daring than usual.
WIth one final makeup check I scurried out of the bathroom and dashed out the door to our room. I tried not to make a sound so Bob wouldn't have a reason to bash my skull in.
Yet again, that may be the safer option then what's in store for me right now...

Notes

I would like to dedicate this chapter to @Brendon Urie and @ihatecliffhangers for their lovely comments that inspired me to get my shit together and write this. Seriously. You guys made me feel a lot better about taking 6 years to get this out.

Thank you to all my dedicated readers who've stuck with me from the begging, and till this point <3
Comments and feedback is always appreciated!

-Franky