Riley's POV

I sat in English tapping my foot and fidgeting with my hair. I couldn't sit still for the life of me. I got to class early so I could make sure nothing happened between Gee and Frank because their last encounter..lets just say I'm surprised it didn't end in blood.

I remember sitting in the car dozing off when I heard my passenger door slam. "Fuck him. Lets go.", I started my car and tried to ask what happened when Frank threw his hands in the air, "Don't. Just fuck him. I don't care if he died at this point. He's a fucking idiot." We drove through the night in a bitter feeling silence. Frank sat there with his hands in fists and the remnants of his dried tears stained his face. He was so angry he couldn't cry anymore. I sighed and I parked the car in front of the neighborhood lake.

"Frank, please talk to me. We've been driving for the last hour and a half. What the fuck happened?", I said sounding irritated, only because I was. I was pissed at the fact Gerard did this to him and that I didn't know what he was doing to himself to upset Frank so much. He looked at me with so much hatred in his eyes that it sent shivers up my spine.

"He's hurt me for the last time, Riley. I've done nothing but been there for him. Brought him up from hitting rock bottom. We all have. But fuck him and his ignorance. If he wants to fucking snort lines of coke til his nose falls off, let him. He's his own person and I'm done fucking saving him." Cocaine? Seriously Gerard? I couldn't even muster up the words to say to Frank because I was just as mad as he was. How could he be so fucking stupid?

The bell rang and Frank slid through the door right in time. He looked terrible but let out a sigh of relief when he realized Gerard wasn't there. "Hey Ri.", he said sharply. I responded with a nod and started to slow my foot tapping down. Just as Mrs. Campbell started her lesson the door swung open against the wall. She shot the scariest glare towards the corpse like figure and got back to teaching.

Gerard slumped into his seat without saying a word. I thought Frank looked terrible, but Gee....I don't even think there's enough words in the English dictionary to describe the way the man looked. You would think he'd been to hell and back about ten times over. I almost felt bad for him.

Me and Frank spent the period working on ideas for our final essay, it was good to see him smile again. Well half smile, but it was still better than nothing. The bell rang while we were laughing about his idea to write a creative story about the fabulous life of Ms. Sweet Pea, his dog he saved from a shelter. We were getting our things together as Gerard rushed past us and accidentally bumped into me. He stopped and looked back at us. I didn't even have to look at Frank to notice him tense up. The tension in the air was so thick that it almost choked me.

"Excuse me Ri, I'm sorry.", he glanced over to Frank and left the room. My heart dropped as the words escaped his pigment faded lips. That wasn't Gerard anymore, you could tell by just the sound of his voice that he was beyond broken.

He needed a savior.