Hello again, guys! Chapter three is here! I think with the last chapter, new readers might have though that was the last chapter. I assure you, it's not. This will probably end up being over 20 chapters long, so... :L

This chapter is just a filler chapter after the last one, which left you in suspense. ;) The next chapter might be longer, and will definately have a lot more action in there. Please subsribe to this story, because there will be A LOT more to come. ;)

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Chapter 3 – Sweet Dreams

"For fucks sake Frank, GET UP!" my eyes shot open to my Dad's screams. I sat up quickly; probably too quickly if the wave of dizziness that hit me was anything to go by.

"Frank, GET THE FUCK UP!" My Dad shouted again.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I shouted in response. I heard him huff and walk downstairs. God, I hate him! All of a sudden, the memory of last night's events came flooding back to me. SHIT! Had it all been a dream? I fucking hope so. I mean, he sucked my fucking blood!

After I blacked out, I don't remember ever getting back home, so it must have been a dream. Gerard didn't know where I lived. I'd only known him a day, for fucks sake!

I groaned at the ache in my head and slid out of bed. I lazily pulled on some skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and hoody, then ventured towards my desk for some eyeliner. I stole a glance at myself in the mirror and grumbled at my reflection. I looked like the shit…

My hair was messy, sticking up in every possible direction. My eyeliner was smudged all down my cheeks, leaving black streaks that contrasted perfectly with my pale skin. Wait…In my dream, my eyeliner smudged in the rain… Was it real after all? If it was, wouldn't I have a bite mark on my neck?

I turned my head slowly, allowing myself to look at my neck. Was there anything there?

No. Nothing. There wasn't a bite mark, nor any blood. I mentally slapped myself or being so stupid. How could I think he was actually a vampire?

But the dream felt so real…

Whoa, why the fuck am I dreaming about this guy? I know nothing about him! Apart from the fact he was handsome and mysterious…But I have to stop thinking like that. I don't stand a chance. He's straight.

"Frank, get your queer ass to school!"

Fuck OFF!

"Frankie! Frankie, wait up!" Alicia shouted as I walked down the school corridor towards math class.

"Hey, Liss! How's it going?" I asked casually.

"Not too bad. Kinda pissed that we've got math now, but I'm pretty good. What about you?"

"Same really. Where's Linds?"

"She's off sick. She thinks it's the pizza she ate last night. Remember she had chicken? She thinks it was off." We turned into the classroom and everything stopped; including my heart.

Gerard was sat in the same seat as yesterday; next to mine. He looked towards me and smiled a stupid, lopsided grin that made me go weak at the knees.

"I'll leave you to convert him, then." Alicia laughed and walked to her seat at the front. I glared at the back of her head. Boy, if looks could kill.

I walked over to my seat beside Gerard and sat down in a sulk. I was incredibly aware of his eyes boring into the side of my head. I jumped slightly when he cleared his throat.

"Hey Frank." He chirruped.

"Uh, hey Gerard." I smiled slightly to be polite.

"Um, Frank do you mind if I hang out with you at lunch? It's just, you're the only person who's been nice to me since I started…" his eyes looked slightly morose.

"Sure, I guess." Oh god, why did I say yes?

At lunch

"Alicia, this is Gerard." I found myself introducing them on the steps behind the gym. Gerard smiled sheepishly as Alicia grinned a pathetic grin. Y'know, the kind that hides an inside joke. I gave her a death glare and her smile vanished.

Pretty soon, we had jumped into friendly conversation. A whole jumble of topics came up, such as music, comics, art and television.

When the bell rang, Alicia scurried back to the school complex quickly, whilst Gerard and I stayed to finish off our cigarettes.

"Hey Frank, I was wondering if you'd want to come over to my house after school?" he asked in a blur of words. I don't know what possessed me to answer like I did; maybe the burning desire to get away from my father?

"Sure, why not?" He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Cool, I'll meet you in the parking lot after the bell, then."