Touch Him Again, And I'll Kill You

Gerard's POV

"You smell like fucking cum, Gee." Lindsey said through giggles.
I rolled my eyes at her. "It's just my natural odor, Linds." I said to her with a smirk.
"Can't disagree with you there, man."
I let out a loud laugh at that.
"What's so funny?" Jimmy said as he snaked his arms around Lindsey's thin hips.
"Gerard left school to fuck Frank Iero." She told him.
"Glad to see your dick still works, Way." He snorted.
"Yeah, maybe I'll use it on you later, huh Jimmy?"
His cheeks turned bright red and it sent Lindsey into a fit of giggles.
"Man, why are we still here?" I asked to no one in particular. "Like, shouldn't we be living up to our reputations and drinking and murdering happiness?"
They both thought about it, before nodding.
"Yeah let's fuckin leave."

We were completely shit faced and laying on my bed. Jimmy was passed out next to Lindsey, so her and I were talking.
"Gerard, are you really going to keep up that relationship with Iero?"
I thought about it before answering.
"I-I think he deserves b-better than me, you know? L-like he doesn't need some dirtbag like me." I slurred out.
She glanced at me and gave me a sad smile.
"You can't just hump and dump him, Gerard. Your morals are so much better than that."
I let out a long sigh, knowing she was right. She always is. She's the smartest person I know and a lot of people don't seem to realize that. I gazed at her and she rubbed her hands through my hair.
"What are you gonna do, Gee?"
I shrugged. "I'll decide that after I finish this bottle." I said and brought the bottle of liquor to my mouth.

FRANKS POV
I had basically blown the entire day away, just daydreaming about what I had done with Gerard. I wanted to tell Jamia but she was very protective over me and would probably yell at me for sleeping with someone I've only talked to twice.
Every time I glanced down at Gerard's Bowie shirt, my cheeks would heat up, and I would get a dopey grin on my face.

The bell for the end of the day finally rung, and I jumped out of my seat and went to find Jamia.
She was at the vending machines getting a bottle of water. When she glanced up and saw me, she raised her eyebrow at me.
"What?" I asked her.
"Well let's see, you ditched out on our lunch plans, and you're now wearing a shirt to a musician I know for a fact you don't listen to."
My cheeks turned bright read and I looked down at my shoes.
"Spit it out, Frank. Where were you?" She asked.
"You're not my fucking mom, Jamia. I don't have to tell you where I was. Quit acting like you fucking own me." I spat at her and she looked hurt.
Before she could say anything, I turned around and stormed down the hall and out the door, and began the walk home.

I was so angry that I just laid in bed and forced myself to fall asleep.

I was awoken by my alarm clock buzzing right in my ear.
I let out a loud groan and sat up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, then went into the bathroom and stripped of my clothes and turned on the shower. I waited for the water to heat up, then I stepped in and quickly washed my hair and body, then got out. I dried off, then messed with my hair a bit and out eyeliner on, then walked to my closet and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a white button up and slipped my shoes on, then walked back into the bathroom and picked up Gerard's Bowie shirt. I gave it a small sniff and was content with the fact that it didn't smell bad, so I could give it back to him.
I picked up my bag and stuffed the shirt in it.

I walked into the kitchen and smiled at my mom who was making pancakes.
"Wow, Frankie. You look nice." She said.
"Thanks mom."
"Look I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being at work so much lately. A new kid checked in a couple of weeks ago, and I just need to make sure he's going to be safe. He's had a pretty shitty couple of days because his brother has hardly come to visit him, when he usually comes everyday."
"It's okay, mom. I understand, you do what you gotta do. Your job is important." I grinned at her and she walked over to me and pecked me on the cheek. "This is why you're my favorite son." I laughed at her. "I'm your only son."
She grinned at me. "Exactly." I let out a loud laugh, and hugged her. "Mom, I'm gonna head to school, I'll see you later, okay?" She nodded her head, and I turned and walked out the door, and down to school.

When I got there, I saw Gerard and his friends leaning against their lockers, talking. I grinned and walked over to him.
"Hey, Gee!"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"What the fuck do you want?"
I felt my heart pick up.
"Gee, what's w-"
"Don't fucking call me that. You don't know me." He said through clenched teeth.
I felt like my heart had shattered.
"Gerard, why are you acting like this? You were completely different yesterday." He slapped his hands down onto my shoulders and pushed me against the lockers, then got in my face.
"Talk to me again, and I'll fucking slit your throat... faggot."
I looked into his eyes and they were dark. My heart was completely broken. Out of everyone in the school, he was the last person I had expected to call me something like that.
Tears escaped and he laughed in my face, then shoved me to the ground. I pulled the shirt out of my bag and threw it at him, then got up and ran away from him. I had never been so terrified and confused before.
I should've just fucking listened to Jamia.

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