Touch Him Again, And I'll Kill You

Frank's POV Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I kept mentally repeating to myself as I watched Gerard turn away from me and walk out the door right after I had confessed my love for him. "Oh shit. Frank are you okay?" I heard Lindsey ask from behind me. I slowly nodded my head. I turned around to face her and gave her the best fake smile I could muster. "Yeah, I'm great. But I think I'm going to go ahead and go home. I've had a pretty long day." I said to her. She nodded knowingly and smiled. "Okay, Frank. I know you really don't feel like talking about it right now, so I'm going to respect that. Just come see me when you do feel like letting it all out, yeah?" I thanked her, and we said our goodbyes. I didn't live too far from Jimmy's house, so walking home from there normally wasn't a very big deal. But today, I felt like I had a ton of bricks weighing my shoulders down. What would normally be a ten minute walk stretched into a thirty minute walk. When I finally got home, I ran up the stairs to my room. I threw my backpack on the floor and sat down on my bed. Before I knew it, a sob escaped from me, and I was left alone crying to myself. Having Gerard walk away from me after making myself so vulnerable hurt a lot more than being beaten up by Jeremy, and that was a pretty painful thing. I had managed to keep myself busy for the next few hours, just doing my homework and listening to music. My door opened and I snapped my head up to see who it was. "Frank Iero, do you want to explain to me why you've been skipping school?" It was my mother. She was looking down at me with a raised eyebrow. "I uh.. I just..." I stuttered out. "Look, Frank. If you're getting into drugs or doing anything bad, please just tell me. Your principal told me you've been falling in with the wrong crowd. What's going on?" She asked as she sat down at the end of my bed. I turned my music off completely, and she thanked me. "I'm not doing drugs or anything mom, I promise. But uh.. I met this guy.." I said trailing off while not meeting her eyes. She frowned at me. "So that's what this is about? A boy? Well Frankie, who is he?" She asked me. "He goes to my school, and I've had just about the biggest crush on him since freshman year, and he's finally taking a notice in me." I said quietly. "So, what does he have to do with the fact that you're skipping school?" She asked me. I was silent for a while and she must have figured it out because her eyes widened. "Have you been skipping to have sex with this boy?" She asked me in a very serious tone. My face turned red. "You have, haven't you?" She was angry now. "It was only one time!" I said, trying to defend myself. She rubbed her forehead with her hands. "God, Frank! Please tell me he's at least your boyfriend." She said. I shrugged. "I don't really know what he is." She let out a long sigh. "So you've barely been talking to this boy, and you've already had sex with him." She shook her head and stood up off of my bed. "If I hear that you've done anything wrong again from your principal, that'll be the last time you talk to that boy. Got it?" She said sternly. I nodded my head. "Frankie, just... Please be safe." She said with a small frown. "I promise." She left my room, and I was back to being alone again. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and sighed. Great. My mom doesn't even know Gerard and she already doesn't like him. I thought it over for a second. I guess it doesn't really matter wether or not she likes him. He doesn't even love me. Images of him turning around and leaving kept replaying over and over again. "I'm in love with you." I said to him. His beautiful hazel eyes just stared blankly at me. "Gee..?" I asked him. I was worried. No, I was terrified. I just laid my feelings out there and he isn't even saying anything to me. A strand of his smooth black hair fell into his face, and he swiftly brushed it back behind his ear. His mouth parted like he was going to say something, but instead he turned around and walked back out the door he had only just come through minutes before. I felt like I was being stabbed in the stomach. This kept running through my head more than I wanted it to. Needless to say, I felt like shit. I didn't know wether I wanted to kiss him or punch him.

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