The Opposite Of Attraction Is Pushing Away, and We're Definitely Not Doing That
Chapter 3
GERARD
After school. A time when most people would be doing something with friends, working a part time job, or procrastinating on their homework. I, however, was awkwardly sitting in the front seat of my car with my younger brother’s boyfriend, Ray, waiting for Mikey, my brother, because my mom forces me to drive them home every day.
Ray is strange, to say the least. He has the coolest fro I’ve ever seen, but he looks as if he’s in his twenties and acts like a giant puppy. Honestly, I don’t think he and Mikey have anything in common and if it weren’t for the daily make-out sessions in the back seat of my car that I’m forced to sit through, I would wonder why they’ve been together this long. Today is their four month anniversary. I only know this because Mikey would NOT stop talking about it this morning.
When Mikey finally found his way to the car and got in, he attacked Ray’s face immediately. The car was yet again filled with the sound of kissing, small sighs, and soft moans, disgusting me thoroughly. I opened the glove compartment, blindly searching for something before my hand closed around a small, square wrapper. I pulled out the flimsy plastic and looked back at the other two people in the car. My string bean of a brother was on Ray’s lap at this point. I took my opportunity to throw the condom at them when they finally broke off for air. Mikey looked down at the thing that had just landed in his lap before processing what it was and shouting my name.
“Hey, just let me know if I should take you guys to a hotel or something, cause I don’t want to hear you two-“
“GERARD!” Mikey interrupted, the both of them blushing.
“Alright, alright.” I said as I turned back around. “Before I start driving, does everyone have their seatbelts on?”
“I hate you.” I heard Mikey mumble, but nevertheless, he got off Ray and buckled up. It was apparent I had killed the mood, so I turned on the radio to keep things from getting too awkward and started driving while singing along to the Maroon 5 song playing.
“Wow, your taste in music sucks! How have I not noticed that before?” Ray said.
“Well, a, my music taste does not suck, and b, you’ve been too busy shoving your tongue down my brother’s throat to notice.”
“No, your music taste really does suck.” Mikey piped up.
“Well, at least the music I like is actually on the radio.” I remarked.
“What a weird thing to hear from a hipster.” Mikey replied.
“I am not a hipster!”
“You kinda are.” Said Ray.
“Really Gerard? You wear thick rimmed glasses, plaid button downs, and you watch obscure shows and listen to that weird ass podcast shit, and you’re not a hipster?” Mikey listed.
“And don’t forget his flower crowns!” Ray added.
“Right! The flower crowns that you wear ironically.”
“I can’t help that I’m a geek with great fashion sense and a love of ironically wearing flower crowns!”
“What about your Tumblr?”
“What about my Tumblr?”
“Well, starting with the fact that you actually have a Tumblr, and your url? Not a white girl, just a gay guy? And your title? Starbucks, flower crowns, and more? And just look at what you post!” Mikey chided.
“Okay, I see your point.” I replied. “But, I’m not a hipster.”
*****
“You are totally a hipster!” Hayley exclaimed the next day when I had told her what had happened before school.
“That’s not exactly the response I was fishing for, Hayls.” I pouted.
“That’s why I said it.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever.”
“What’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Science class. Frank Iero. New seating arrangement. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Oh yeah. Well, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
“I hope you’re right.” I sighed before we parted ways and I headed to what was now the thing I dreaded most about school. First period science class with Frank Iero.
I took as long as I could at my locker, just so I wouldn’t have to be near him, but I couldn’t avoid going to class forever and I eventually made my way over to Mr. Hatcher’s classroom.
Now, I’m going to start by saying, I am incredibly clumsy, so of course I tripped over a pencil as soon as I entered the room. And of course I fell into the person in front of me. And of course we both ended up on the ground. And of course that person just so happened to be the one and only Frank Iero.
At first, I didn’t notice who I had just knocked over. All I was able to see of the person under me was jet black hair and closed eyes. But then, the pair of eyes opened and I had two very pretty, honey-hazel eyes glaring back at me.
“Get the fuck off me.” I heard the person under me say with as much venom in their words as possible.
“What?” I said, unable to process the words.
“I said get the fuck off of me, Way!” That’s when I realized I was on top of Frank Iero, and I scrambled to get off him before the midget had the chance to throw me off himself. I hurriedly darted to my seat, perfectly aware of how red my face must have been. And then I noticed the tense silence from the rest of the class and the amused look on Mr. Hatcher’s face. This just made me blush even harder and I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look at anyone.
I noticed Frank sitting down next to me before Mr. Hatcher started talking.
“Well, class. As I’m sure most of you know the science fair is coming up at the end of the quarter. That being said, I expect all of you to participate because it will be a large percentage of your grade. You can base it on anything we’ve learned about this year. Frank and Gerard,” I looked up as he said our names.” I suggest you two do something on magnets, because you’re so attracted to each other.” The class laughed, but I didn’t quite understand until I realized where my lips had landed when I fell on top of Frank. I had accidently kissed Frank Iero. I was disgusted, embarrassed, and so angry with myself that I felt like I was going to throw up. I had kissed my worst enemy!
Oh crap. I was sure my face was redder than a tomato. And now I had to spend another thirty minutes next to the (probably straight) guy I had just kissed.
Soon enough, the next thirty minutes of torture that was supposed to be spent discussing ideas for science projects and exchanging contact information with our partners, but I really spent them trying to stop shaking and calming myself down enough so that I could maybe, eventually talk, were over. I jumped out of my seat and dashed to the door as soon as the bell rung, being the first one out of the classroom for once. Normally, it took me while to make sure I have everything.
I practically ran down the hallway, passing Hayley waiting for me at my locker, and straight into my seat in the back of my math class.
“Dude! What the hell?” Hayley demanded when she sat down.
“Ijustkissedfrankiero!” I squeaked.
“In English, please!”
I took a deep breath to help me slow down my speech, but it still came out quite rushed. “I just kissed Frank Iero!”
“You WHAT?”
“Please don’t make me say it again!”
“What the hell d’you kiss Iero for?”
“It was an accident!”
“How do you accidentally kiss your enemy?”
“Oh no! I forgot my sketchbook!” That’s when the bell to start class rang. I gave Hayley a worried look before the teacher started her lecture. I would just have to hope it was still there after class.
*****
I forced Hayley to come with me back to Hatcher’s classroom to search for my missing sketch book, but it was nowhere to be seen and Mr. Hatcher said no one had told him about any sketchbook that they’d found. We thanked him for letting us search his classroom and I glumly made my way to my next class. I would just have to hope it found its way to the lost and found.
*****
“Guess what this idiot did!” Hayley said as we sat down at our regular lunch table.
“Hmm, kiss Frank Iero?” Ryan guessed.
“How’d you know?” I asked, shocked.
“The whole school’s talking about it.” Andy nonchalantly said before taking a bite of his salad.
“Great.” I said sarcastically, putting my head in my hands.
“They say you tackled him and started kissing him in Hatcher’s.” Ryan added.
“What?” Hayley choked on her sandwich.
“I tripped and fell! It was an accident!” I exclaimed.
“Mm-hmm. You ‘fell’ on his lips. Sure thing, Gee.” Ryan said sarcastically.
“Could you say he fell for Frank?” Hayley joked and high-fived the other two.
“Guys! Really?”
“Alright, alright. We’ll go to the mall after school, get your mind off it. Sound good?” Hayley soothed.
“Yeah, okay.” I muttered. I only agreed because I knew I would get Starbucks.
It’s weird; the worst part isn’t that I kissed my worst enemy. Nor was it that I lost my sketchbook. The worst part was that I couldn’t get those beautiful honey-hazel eyes out of my head.
After school. A time when most people would be doing something with friends, working a part time job, or procrastinating on their homework. I, however, was awkwardly sitting in the front seat of my car with my younger brother’s boyfriend, Ray, waiting for Mikey, my brother, because my mom forces me to drive them home every day.
Ray is strange, to say the least. He has the coolest fro I’ve ever seen, but he looks as if he’s in his twenties and acts like a giant puppy. Honestly, I don’t think he and Mikey have anything in common and if it weren’t for the daily make-out sessions in the back seat of my car that I’m forced to sit through, I would wonder why they’ve been together this long. Today is their four month anniversary. I only know this because Mikey would NOT stop talking about it this morning.
When Mikey finally found his way to the car and got in, he attacked Ray’s face immediately. The car was yet again filled with the sound of kissing, small sighs, and soft moans, disgusting me thoroughly. I opened the glove compartment, blindly searching for something before my hand closed around a small, square wrapper. I pulled out the flimsy plastic and looked back at the other two people in the car. My string bean of a brother was on Ray’s lap at this point. I took my opportunity to throw the condom at them when they finally broke off for air. Mikey looked down at the thing that had just landed in his lap before processing what it was and shouting my name.
“Hey, just let me know if I should take you guys to a hotel or something, cause I don’t want to hear you two-“
“GERARD!” Mikey interrupted, the both of them blushing.
“Alright, alright.” I said as I turned back around. “Before I start driving, does everyone have their seatbelts on?”
“I hate you.” I heard Mikey mumble, but nevertheless, he got off Ray and buckled up. It was apparent I had killed the mood, so I turned on the radio to keep things from getting too awkward and started driving while singing along to the Maroon 5 song playing.
“Wow, your taste in music sucks! How have I not noticed that before?” Ray said.
“Well, a, my music taste does not suck, and b, you’ve been too busy shoving your tongue down my brother’s throat to notice.”
“No, your music taste really does suck.” Mikey piped up.
“Well, at least the music I like is actually on the radio.” I remarked.
“What a weird thing to hear from a hipster.” Mikey replied.
“I am not a hipster!”
“You kinda are.” Said Ray.
“Really Gerard? You wear thick rimmed glasses, plaid button downs, and you watch obscure shows and listen to that weird ass podcast shit, and you’re not a hipster?” Mikey listed.
“And don’t forget his flower crowns!” Ray added.
“Right! The flower crowns that you wear ironically.”
“I can’t help that I’m a geek with great fashion sense and a love of ironically wearing flower crowns!”
“What about your Tumblr?”
“What about my Tumblr?”
“Well, starting with the fact that you actually have a Tumblr, and your url? Not a white girl, just a gay guy? And your title? Starbucks, flower crowns, and more? And just look at what you post!” Mikey chided.
“Okay, I see your point.” I replied. “But, I’m not a hipster.”
*****
“You are totally a hipster!” Hayley exclaimed the next day when I had told her what had happened before school.
“That’s not exactly the response I was fishing for, Hayls.” I pouted.
“That’s why I said it.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever.”
“What’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Science class. Frank Iero. New seating arrangement. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Oh yeah. Well, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
“I hope you’re right.” I sighed before we parted ways and I headed to what was now the thing I dreaded most about school. First period science class with Frank Iero.
I took as long as I could at my locker, just so I wouldn’t have to be near him, but I couldn’t avoid going to class forever and I eventually made my way over to Mr. Hatcher’s classroom.
Now, I’m going to start by saying, I am incredibly clumsy, so of course I tripped over a pencil as soon as I entered the room. And of course I fell into the person in front of me. And of course we both ended up on the ground. And of course that person just so happened to be the one and only Frank Iero.
At first, I didn’t notice who I had just knocked over. All I was able to see of the person under me was jet black hair and closed eyes. But then, the pair of eyes opened and I had two very pretty, honey-hazel eyes glaring back at me.
“Get the fuck off me.” I heard the person under me say with as much venom in their words as possible.
“What?” I said, unable to process the words.
“I said get the fuck off of me, Way!” That’s when I realized I was on top of Frank Iero, and I scrambled to get off him before the midget had the chance to throw me off himself. I hurriedly darted to my seat, perfectly aware of how red my face must have been. And then I noticed the tense silence from the rest of the class and the amused look on Mr. Hatcher’s face. This just made me blush even harder and I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look at anyone.
I noticed Frank sitting down next to me before Mr. Hatcher started talking.
“Well, class. As I’m sure most of you know the science fair is coming up at the end of the quarter. That being said, I expect all of you to participate because it will be a large percentage of your grade. You can base it on anything we’ve learned about this year. Frank and Gerard,” I looked up as he said our names.” I suggest you two do something on magnets, because you’re so attracted to each other.” The class laughed, but I didn’t quite understand until I realized where my lips had landed when I fell on top of Frank. I had accidently kissed Frank Iero. I was disgusted, embarrassed, and so angry with myself that I felt like I was going to throw up. I had kissed my worst enemy!
Oh crap. I was sure my face was redder than a tomato. And now I had to spend another thirty minutes next to the (probably straight) guy I had just kissed.
Soon enough, the next thirty minutes of torture that was supposed to be spent discussing ideas for science projects and exchanging contact information with our partners, but I really spent them trying to stop shaking and calming myself down enough so that I could maybe, eventually talk, were over. I jumped out of my seat and dashed to the door as soon as the bell rung, being the first one out of the classroom for once. Normally, it took me while to make sure I have everything.
I practically ran down the hallway, passing Hayley waiting for me at my locker, and straight into my seat in the back of my math class.
“Dude! What the hell?” Hayley demanded when she sat down.
“Ijustkissedfrankiero!” I squeaked.
“In English, please!”
I took a deep breath to help me slow down my speech, but it still came out quite rushed. “I just kissed Frank Iero!”
“You WHAT?”
“Please don’t make me say it again!”
“What the hell d’you kiss Iero for?”
“It was an accident!”
“How do you accidentally kiss your enemy?”
“Oh no! I forgot my sketchbook!” That’s when the bell to start class rang. I gave Hayley a worried look before the teacher started her lecture. I would just have to hope it was still there after class.
*****
I forced Hayley to come with me back to Hatcher’s classroom to search for my missing sketch book, but it was nowhere to be seen and Mr. Hatcher said no one had told him about any sketchbook that they’d found. We thanked him for letting us search his classroom and I glumly made my way to my next class. I would just have to hope it found its way to the lost and found.
*****
“Guess what this idiot did!” Hayley said as we sat down at our regular lunch table.
“Hmm, kiss Frank Iero?” Ryan guessed.
“How’d you know?” I asked, shocked.
“The whole school’s talking about it.” Andy nonchalantly said before taking a bite of his salad.
“Great.” I said sarcastically, putting my head in my hands.
“They say you tackled him and started kissing him in Hatcher’s.” Ryan added.
“What?” Hayley choked on her sandwich.
“I tripped and fell! It was an accident!” I exclaimed.
“Mm-hmm. You ‘fell’ on his lips. Sure thing, Gee.” Ryan said sarcastically.
“Could you say he fell for Frank?” Hayley joked and high-fived the other two.
“Guys! Really?”
“Alright, alright. We’ll go to the mall after school, get your mind off it. Sound good?” Hayley soothed.
“Yeah, okay.” I muttered. I only agreed because I knew I would get Starbucks.
It’s weird; the worst part isn’t that I kissed my worst enemy. Nor was it that I lost my sketchbook. The worst part was that I couldn’t get those beautiful honey-hazel eyes out of my head.
Notes
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9/20/16