Touch Him Again, And I'll Kill You

Gerard's POV

The look in Frankie's eyes when I shoved him to the floor broke my heart. I looked down on him and his tattooed arm reached into his bag and pulled out a scrunched up piece of black material, and he threw it at me. It hit me in the face and I caught it before it landed on the floor. I looked at him and he picked himself up and turned away from me and ran.
I looked at the black ball in my hand and unfolded it. It was the Bowie shirt I gave to him.
I hung my head. "I'm such an asshole."
Lindsey rested her pale hand on my shoulder and sighed.
"Gee, you already decided that this is what needs to be done. He needs to realize that you two can't be together."
I rubbed my watery eyes, and brushed her hand off of my shoulder before rushing down the hall toward the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, and let the tears flow.
The look in his eyes was glued to my mind. I couldn't get it out of my head. He looked so... hurt, and betrayed. Like I had kicked a small puppy.
I don't know much right now, but I do know that I really fucking need a drink.

FRANK'S POV

I ran through the hall and into the cafeteria. I needed to find Jamia.
My eyes finally landed on her, and she was sat with her back turned toward me at a table with a few other kids.
"Jamia!"
She turned to look at me, and stood up. I rushed over to her and she pulled me in her arms. I began uncontrollably sobbing.
"I-I'm so sorry, J-Jamia, I didn't m-mean those things I s-said to you, please forgive me?" She ran her hands through my hair as I cried into her neck.
"Of course I forgive you, Frankie. Now please, tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying?"
I pulled away from her and rubbed my eyes. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to an empty table. I sat down and she sat next to me.
"When I left school yesterday, it was because I was with Gerard. I talked to him for a while and we decided to go back to his house. We did some.. stuff and he told me he liked me. I think I snapped at you because I was scared of what you would think." I looked up at her and she nodded her head. "Keep going, Frank."
"Okay well, when I left Gerard's, I had to borrow a shirt of his, which is the one I was wearing yesterday because my sweater was a little bit unwearable. I brought it this morning to give to him, but he pinned me to the wall and called me a faggot, then shoved me to the ground, and I don't know why. I just thought he cared."
She looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "Frankie, Gerard is a very mixed up, crazy person. But I think he might just be scared to show his feelings to everyone. Maybe that's why he attacked you."
I glanced at her before feeling my eyes fill up with tears again. "I'm just so fucking hurt." I whispered.
I saw her jaw clench and she glared at the table down in front of her.
"I'm not going to let him get away with hurting you Frank."
Before I could say anything, she jumped up from her chair, and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Before I could process what was going on, I was up and out of my chair and running down the hall to find Jamia.
I saw her next to the door of the boy's bathroom with Gerard.
"--and if I ever hear that you fucking hurt him again, I'll kill you myself, Gerard! I'm not fucking scared of you like everyone else, you hear me? Mess with him again and I'll-" I cut her off before she said something she would regret.
"Jamia!" Both her and Gerard turned to look at me. Gerard's eyes met mine and I noticed how tired he looked. His eyes were rimmed with red, and they were puffy like he had been crying.
"Frankie.." He started.
"No, don't you dare talk to him after what you did, you piece of shit." Jamia said to him. I glared at her. "Jamia, can Gerard and I have some privacy please?"
She looked at me like I was crazy before reluctantly nodding. She turned around and walked back down the hallway. When she was out of sight, I turned my attention back to Gerard. He was still looking at me.
"I don't even fucking know what I could possibly say to you that would help my situation. What I did was shitty, and I know that. But Frankie, we can't be together."
I felt my shoulders drop.
"Yeah Gerard, you're right. What you did was completely shitty. You fucking hurt me, and you threatened my life. But I do forgive you, and I want to know why we can't be together."
He looked at me with sad eyes. "Frankie I think you know why." He said to me. I rolled my eyes at him. "Fuck you, Gerard. Fuck you."
I turned to walk away, but felt him grab my arm. I was expecting him to pull me back into some dramatic, love-filled kiss like in the movies, but none of that happened. Instead he pulled my face close and looked deep into my eyes. "Frankie, you're fucking beautiful. In any other situation, I wouldn't hesitate to fall in love with you, but you know I can't. You know I can't just fucking love you like I want to." Then he pulled me in for that big movie scene kiss. But it wasn't a movie scene kiss at all. It was just a heartbroken boy being kissed by the boy he wanted so badly to just tell him that he won't hurt him anymore. But oh how I wished it was a movie kiss. because maybe things would be a bit more simpler, and we could ride off into the sunset together.

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