I groggily half opened my eyes, to the sound of Miss Murder by AFI. "What the fuck? Who'd be calling me now?" I thought. I grabbed my phone and answered it. "H-hello?" I said, still confused and a bit angry at the thought someone would call me this late, and for the fact that it was a school night. Not that I cared about school anyways, I was only going to pass the time until my band really kicked it off. Then I was so out of here. "Frank?" the voice had said, somewhat unsurely of what they were doing. "Uhm, yeah. Who's this?" On the other line I heard a somewhat long, tired sigh. "It's Gerard." Just then, a sudden rush of anger struck my body. Memories, good and bad all came back to me. It took a moment to process what was happening. I shouted into the phone, "What the fuck are you doing calling me?" I had the right mind to hang up just then, but I wanted to hear what he was going to say."Frank, calm down." he said all to non-chalontely. "What the fu- who are you to tell me to calm down? Why are you fucking calling me? What the fuck could you want?" I was furious at this point. How the hell, could he have the nerve to call me? After all he's fucking put me through? I thought. "Just listen. I wanted to say, I'm sorry." As soon as I heard him say that, I busted out laughing. I was in hysterics, and a bit scared of myself. "You, your sorry?" I couldn't stop laughing, even though I was so angry. "What's so fucking funny? And yeah, I am sorry. Would I really call you at 3:30 in the fucking morning if wasn't?" He sounded aggravated, but not quite angry yet. "Hell, there's alot of thing I thought you wouldn't do. But I was wrong then too." At this point, I was up and out of my bed, standing up facing my window. Trying my best not to punch my bedroom wall, or wake up my parents. "Can we meet somewhere after school tomorrow to talk?" "Fuck no. I don't want to talk to you." "Why not" he said, as if he didn't already know why. "Why don't you go talk to Lindsey, or Eliza? Hmm?" I was cocky at this point, because I know what I was talking about. "Frank. I told you the night you walked in on me and Lindsey, I told her it was over. I still love you." I just stared at the phone, in disgust. "The fuck you still love me!" I was screaming as loud as I could. Fuck if I woke up my parents. I was pissed and didn't give a flying fuck. "If you 'loved' me," I was using air quotes as if he could see me. "You wouldn't of snuck around with Eliza, you wouldn't of fucked Lindsey, you wouldn't of stopped talking to me out of nowhere, you wouldn't of left me when I needed you the fucking most, you wouldn't of broke my heart." I could've gone on forever, but I had to stop so I could take a breath. I felt a tear fall down my cheek, and in disgust I punched myself in the stomach. I won't cry over you anymore, I said to myself. "I was wrong to do that to you, Frank. I said I'm sorry. " "Sorry isn't enough, Gerard." I said sternly. "What is? Please just meet me at the courtyard when school lets out tomorrow. Please just can we talk. After that, you never have to talk to me ever again." After a long pause had passed, I replied. "Fine. You get 5 minutes." "Thank you Frank." he said, I almost wanted to believe he was sincere. "I guess. I'm going to bed. Bye." I had hung up. It was nearly four in the morning, and I had just agreed to meet with the guy who ruined my life. What fucking joy. I don't know how I felt, I just knew I was going to be even more miserable if I didn't get to sleep. And with that, I went to bed.
