That Smell

Gerard's pov

I spend all of Saturday in bed, everything fucking hurt so much I wanted to cry. When Sunday came around I felt a little bit better and got out of bed, I was extremely hungry. I smelled Mikey making grilled cheese and coffee upstairs. When I got into the kitchen I was correct, Mikey know I got extremely hungry the next day and practically ate the whole fridge. I ate about ten sandwiches and drank the whole thing of coffee. "Thanks Mikes." I said finishing the last drop of coffee, Mikey smiled at me and pulled his phone out because it buzzed. "Is it okay if Pete comes over?" Mikey asked looking up at me, I nodded and got up slowly winching in pain. "I need to go take a nap." I yawned and walked down the stairs wincing in pain with every step. I fell asleep in no time with Black Flag playing softly from my record player.
"Stupid ass Monday's." I groaned and turned my alarm off, I slowly got up and cracked my back and neck. I shuffled into the shower and sighed as the hot spray washed over me, I got out and got ready. I drank some coffee that Mikey made and left the house. I took the long way as I listened to Nirvana, I needed to clear my head. The temperature felt amazing out side even though it was twenty degrees out. Another perk of being a werewolf, you are never cold or hot, always at the perfect temperature. I ran straight into someone, his scent hit me like a bus, it was Frank. "Oh fuck, sorry man." Frank said holding a hand out to me, I took it slowly. My hand tingled from his touch, say something Gerard. "I wasn't paying attention, sorry." I said trying to stay calm even though my mind was going into overdive and I felt my self getting turned on. "It's okay man, hey we have the same classes together." Frank said smiling at me, my heart started to race, it was hammering against my rib cage. We walked next to each other, the school was in view, my whole body was tingling because he was so close. When we got to class and Frank walked into the room I ran to the bathroom. I leaned against the wall panting heavily, I tucked my self away, cleaned my hands, and went back to class. The only fucking seat left open was the one right next to Frank, I sat down and winced in pain. Frank looked over at me with concern, I tried to get comfortable and failed, it felt like my ribs were broken and my lower back felt like I was being stabbed. Class started and I was I so much pain I felt like I was going to pass out. "Hey man are you okay, your really pale." Frank whipered looked at me with more concern. "I feel like I'm going to pass out." I whispered back trying to control my breathing from all the pain. "Mr.Way, do you need to go to the office?" Mr.Anderson said concerned, I nodded and slowly stood up wincing in more pain, I slowly made my way to the office and when I got there I felt like passing out an throwing up. "Oh hun you don't look so well." Pam, the school nurse said, she was really nice and helped me when I was having these problems. "Can I have my pain killers?" I asked as she led me into a room with a bed, she hurried away and gave me two pills and a cup of water. I thanked her and took them, she turned the light off and I laid down, the pills that were strong enough to take down a horse kicked in and I felt way better. I laid there until second hour was done, I thanked Pam again and went to their hour, Animal science, how fitting. "Hey man, how are you feeling?" Frank asked right when I walked into the class room, I got turned on right away, great. "I'm fine man, I just needed to rest." I said trying not to rip his cloths off right then and there. He gave me a small smile and then sat down, I followed and before I know what I was doing I sa down right next to him. "Today class, we'll be watching a video about wolf packs and how they live in a pack." Mrs.Laker said as she put the video in, I snorted and shook my head, this is ironic. I could understand the wolfs body language and how they communicated with it, it was like sign language but for wolfs. My attention was draw to Frank who looked very interested in the video, if only he know what they were actually saying. It was kinda funny, the pups were begging their parents if they could go hunting with them. Frank shifted slightly and my attention was on him again, his head rested on his arm as this eyes focused on the video intently. His smell was driving me over the edge again, please no. I shifted uncomfortably and pulled my black sweater over my growing problem. Frank eyes darted at me and noticed I was staring at him, I turned and acting like I was watching the video. When class was over I got up quickly and left, I went straight to the bathroom making sure no one was in there and jerked off, this was getting old. When I was done I straightened up and wiped my hand off, the bathroom door opened and guess who the fuck it is. Frank walked to the sink and splashed cold water on his face, he was crying and he smelled like fear. I slowly walked out of the stall and stood next to Frank who didn't notice I was there. "Why are you crying?" I asked leaning against the other sink, he jumped and another wave of fear come and then he relaxed when he noticed it was me. "My mom just called me and told me my aunt just passed away." He said whipping his face of with his sleeve, I wanted to pull him into a hug but I didn't, I patted his shoulder. "It's okay man, she's in a better place, she'll be watching over you like how my grandma watches over me." I said just letting the words rumble out of my mouth, my heart skipped a beat when he gave a small sad smiled and nodded his head. "Sorry about your grandma." He said leaning against the sink he was just using, I nodded my head and felt a tear role down my cheek. "She was amazing, but I know she's watching over me and my brother." I said rubbing my cheek. "Yeah." Frank said and slid to the the ground, I normally didn't go to lunch anyway, I slid to the ground next to him. "What grade is your brother in?" Frank asked looking up at the ceiling. "Mikey is two grades behind us, he doesn't go to this school. Why did you move here?" I said looking at him, he tilted his head and looked at me for a second. "My mom's job kinda forced her to move, I like it here though. Our new house is next to this cool ass grave yard that looks like Pet Cemetery." Frank said running a hand through his hair making him look fucking hot. "Hey have ever seen a wolf around there before?" Frank asked, my heart skipped a beat, oh fuck. "Nope, there are a lot of wild dogs though, maybe it was one of them." I said lying, Frank nodded his head, the room fell into a comfortable silence as I played in my phone and Frank listened to music that I could clearly hear. He doesn't have a shit music taste, that was great.

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