20 Rules.

Frank's P.O.V

I sat under the tree, peacefully enjoying my lunch. I was listening to this band called 'The misfits' , recently my friend and only friend showed me their music. Normally I weren't allowed to listen to this for my parents. They were very protective and wanted me to grow up to me the perfect man, get a beautiful wife and a few kids. I just didn't know if that was the way I wanted to grow up. My lunch was interupted. This boy sat down next to me. I wanted him to go away. Couldn't he see I were trying to avoid the preps at this school? Frank, take it slow, you could make another friend. No, I wouldn't be able to. The boy looked down at me, and first now I realized he were holding a cigerette.
- "You're not allowed to smoke here." I said, trying to sound cold. It came out as a whimper.
- "Fuck that." The boy replied and blew smoke in my face which caused me to cough.
- "Forget this." I said, and tried to get up to move, the boy was holding my phone, looking at my music. He looked up at me again as he realized I was trying to get away from him.
- "It's like a leash, like you're my dog. " The boy smirked and my face heated up. How dared he call me that. Calm down Frank, he's probably just joking. Well, I don't care if he's joking or not!
- "Calm down, Princess." He said and his smirk grew wider, he then grapped my chin and turned it towards him. He studied my every body part and then grinned.
- "You would look amazing with skinny jeans and a band tee." He said, I looked frightned at him.
- "N-no. My mother doesn't like that style of clothing." I studdered, slowly opening up for him for some reason. I then came back with a 'What's your name' . The boy removed his hand.
- "Gerard, and who cares what your mommy thinks?" Gerard said 'Mommy' in a childish way,
- "Fr-a-nk.. And I care!" I said, he laughed and got up. There was something inside me telling me to befriend him. The other part was litterally screaming at me to get away from him.
- "Let's go Frankie. " He said, completely ignoring my whining. He grapped my hand and pulled me up. Then contiuned to walk over to the front gates. Where the fuck were we going? - "Where are you going, Gerard?" I asked, almost tasting his name on my tounge.
- "Getting you some decent clothing, Princess." My face turned a bright red by the nickname.

Notes

To be continued.
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