I feel so accomplished! Chapter three! Hope you enjoy

Don't Go

Math dragged on, and I felt the need for a cigarette. "Excuse me, may I be excused?" I asked, and she declined my offer. "Is it because of the drug stuff I said? You can check my locker, you'll only find cigarettes" I assured her, the need for nicotine growing with every second. "No." She answered again. "PLE-HE-HE-HESE! I'm DYING for a smoke right now" I begged, and she shook her head. I frowned, my headache growing until it became an unbearable thumping. "Frankie, are you okay? You look a little pale, well… Paler than usual" Gee asked, looking at me worriedly.

"I need a fucking smoke Gee, I just do" I whispered, any noise became louder than a freight train. "Please Mrs. Dawson, Frank doesn't look too good, he needs air" Gee begged the teacher, and I slumped down in my chair, attempting to find a comfortable spot in this shit desk.

She declined again, and I began to sweat a little bit. "Frankie?" Gee asked, and I looked up at him hazily. He asked if I was alright, and I assured him yet again that as soon as I got a smoke, I would be fine. This went on for the 90 minute class, until the bell rang, which by the way hurt like a motherfucker, and I ran out of the room.

Band… Sometimes shit, sometimes bearable. I sat next to Gee, who didn't play any instruments, he was just… There. Our teacher, Mrs. Pittman, allowed me to be excused to go smoke. I patted Gee's knee and scrambled through the row to get out of this hellhole.

Opening my locker, I felt sort of like a teenage girl by what it looked like. The door had a frame magnet which had a picture of Gee in it, and I taped pictures on it as well. The Misfits, Me Ray Gee Bob and Mikey, shit like that. Okay, maybe not a teenage girl, maybe a gay emo teenager, yeah, that's better.

I found my red lighter and cheap cigarettes underneath the shit books for school and walked to the smoking zone. Any school without this zone gets a little shittier every day. Lighting the cigarette, I thought about the origin of the universe and how god created us. Nahhh, I thought about what I was going to have for dinner.

Smoke filled my lungs and I smiled at the sweet sensation. This shit will kill me someday, I thought and burned out the butt. Walking back to class, I felt way better and I twirled around a little bit down the main hallway. Hey, I made sure there was nobody there first, only the camera people know that I twirl like a princess.

Walking back in, everybody proved how high schoolers have the attention span of a fucking FLY and stared at me until I sat down and stayed still. Gee smiled at me and took my hand, Mrs. Pittman was lecturing the woodwinds about how someone (AKA Rob, she kind of sucks at this secrecy thing) left their reed on their mouthpiece. I mean, who the fuck cares? Most of the woodwinds suck ass anyway, what could a moldy reed do to make them sound worse? I got up again and picked up the crap guitar which I nicknamed "Shithead" from the corner and walked back. "Why'd you get shithead? You hate shithead, I would think you would bring Angel or something" Gee muttered to me, and I smiled "Angel doesn't deserve the torturous sounds from the rest of the band" I replied, and smiled mockingly at the people who heard and glared at me. "Frank, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mrs. Pittman asked me, and I pasted on the sweetest smile possible and declined her offer. After a deathly glare, she continued and Gee smirked at me.

Mrs. Pittman was talking about an upcoming performance most of class, and then just to embarrass me I bet, she asked me to play. I sighed and picked Shithead up from its place on the floor (all my guitars are she's but this piece of crap is an it) and played. One girl, Camilla, sighed happily and rested her head on her hand, but other than that everyone just stared, except Gee, who smiled. "Thank you Frank" Mrs. Pittman said blankly, hoping I was going to fuck ALL the music up but it was actually pretty good for playing on Shithead.

"Good job Frank" Camilla said and pressed her band book up against her chest nervously. "Thanks" I muttered and Gee walked over. "Frankiee" He whined and kissed me, showing Camilla who I liked. Camilla was confused, then sighed and walked away. "GAYS" Someone yelled from the front of the room, but Gee just sat back in his seat and straightened out his eyeliner, smirking.

I watched, frozen in thick gooey love as Gee softly sang the words to Unnatural Selection by Muse. "Well at first they watch us fall, it's like they don't care at all, it's an unnatural selection, they want the truth." He sang until he realized I was staring and blushed deep red. The bell rang loudly and obnoxiously and we walked to our next class.

Lots of Language Artsy shit later

"See you in a second, I need to go to my locker" I told Gee, who declined. "Wait what?" I asked, confused by his defiance and finally he linked his arm in mine and we walked to my locker. "Oh." I whispered, and glared at all the stares we got. "Here it is" I told Gerard when we reached my locker, oh the irony, my locker number is 1313 if I couldn't get any more unlucky. Gee smirked at me when I opened it and he found the weird shit in my locker. "Uh huh…" He muttered and picked up the frame with the picture of him in it. "Oh please, like you don't have a picture of me in your locker" I muttered quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear, but he did. "Your right, come on, I'll show you" Gee led me back to a sticker infested locker and opened it, his number was 1050(Number of words in this chapter at this point ^.^) On the door, even more stickers were decorated, but these were homemade. In the middle of the stickers was a magnet heart frame just like mine, but instead of the heart being red like mine, this one was black. Inside it was a picture of me that he took at a random moment when I was cooing over a puppy. I kissed his lips softly and pulled him up from the floor, and we walked to the cafeteria quietly.

After we got our lunch and found Bob, Ray and Mikey, we left the cafeteria and went to the gym. Nobody is supposed to be in here, but we found an area under the bleachers that led to a weird empty room. Bob collapsed on a beanbag chair shaped like a real chair and sipped his coffee. Gee sat on a pillow after he stole Mikey's coffee. "Damn it Gerard, give me the fucking coffee" Mikey yelled at Gee, who laughed and climbed up the shelves and sat on the hammock on the ceiling. "You fucking shit!" He joked and left to get more coffee. Gee smiled and handed me one of his two cups of coffee.

Ray looked at both of us curiously "Hey, can I talk to you?" He asked me, and we left the room and found a dark area in the bleachers. "What's up with you and Gerard man?" He asked and folded his arms. "What do you mean? Nothing's going on" I lied, and he believed me… Mostly. "I'll let it go for now, but I'm watching you" He joked and walked back to our room, his afro bouncing.

Gee winked at me when I walked back in after making sure Ray or Bob wasn't looking, even if Bob was in a vegetive state on the beanbag chair. Ray glanced at the both of us before jumping on Bob and shaking him awake. "God damn it Ray-Ray!" He yelled, and I swore I saw him wink at Ray, the fuck? "Ray-Ray? The next gay couple has risen" Gee joked and Ray blushed, but Bob just glared. "Lies, your glad I don't have a spoon or fork on hand, or I would stab you" He threatened, and then smiled. Bob and Ray huh, cute! I guess.

Forty minutes of laughter, playful insults, and weird questionable actions between me and Gee and Bob and Ray later, the bell rang and we ran out of the room before anyone saw us. I watched Ray and Bob walk down the hallway, and saw Bob reach for Ray's hand. After smiling when Ray took his hand, Gee looked at what I was staring at. "Oh my god" He whispered, joining me in staring at them. After they turned the corner and walked out of sight, laughing the entire time, we linked hands as well and walked to History.

An hour of history (Fake shit I'm not sure happened) later

"Well… That was interesting, NOT" I groaned as we walked down the hallway again to our next and last class, Physics. "Hey, I'll see you for detention right? I got changed to regular science, go ahead and be smart Mr. Smartypants" Gee muttered after walking me to my class. "Oh please, I'll take off my pants anyday for you" I joked and he winked at me. "I'm holding you to that babe" He whispered in my ear and sashayed to his class.

"Hey, Bob, Mikey! Ray?" I greeted, but was shocked by the curly haired boy sitting with the two blondes. "Hey, I got switched, where's Gee?" Ray said, and I felt even worse for Gee. I thought he would at least have Ray, but now he's all alone, awwwh. "He got switched to your class, I thought he would at least have you" I sighed and put my head down, my brown hair spreading all over my desk like a sun, well, a black burned out sun. "Hey, HEY, Okay fuckwad" Bob yelled but gave up when I groaned and covered my head with my arms. "So, what happens when I…" He began to take off my fingerless gloves. "Oh hell no!" I screamed and took back my hands, fixing the gloves back to their original spot. "Dude, for real? What's with you and gloves?" Mikey asked and stared at my hands curiously. "Oh, I um… Well, I sorta got a tattoo and I'm waiting for it to… NOT hurt like a motherfucker" I muttered quietly so no one heard. "DUDE! LEMME SEE!" Bob yelled, attracting a few eyes, including Camilla, who blushed. God damn that girl, I have a fucking boyfriend, don't I? " Ugh, fine, hold on" I whispered and waited for everyone to stop staring. I began to peel off the glove, and after wincing and cursing quite a lot, I pulled off the glove and set it on the table and worked on the other. Ray and Mikey stared in awe at the letters on my knuckles curiously until I placed them together. "Halloween" Bob read and I looked at him like "Naww, I thought it said baby bunnies" and he smiled cheekily. God damn that boy.

Another hour of "fun-filled" physics later

"I would wait for you to get all yo shit, but Gee is ALL alone so I'm gonna go…." I muttered and walked out of the door, leaving everyone to stare at my back. Turning back, I saw Mikey go down the side hallway and Bob and Ray going down the other side, hand in hand. Is it me or are Bob and Ray MORE adorable than Gee? Haha, nothing is more adorable! Not EVEN Ray and Bob.

Walking into detention, I saw idiots, jerks, and one emo chick who looked like she wanted to kill the world, it's my old bitchy friend Jamia! "Hey Jamia" I muttered sarcastically, and she sneered at me. "Talking to me now? Decided to look up from Gerard's ass for a split second?" She asked and everyone turned to look at us. "Well, sorry for having a boyfriend, something you'll never have" I replied and sat in the back right corner, but left the desk in the corner empty, I knew Gee and he would want that seat. After waiting for about ten minutes, Gee walked in and flipped Jamia off. Walking up to me, he sat on my desk and planted a passionate kiss on my lips, even with the disgusted glares.

I sat there for thirty minutes, just playing an imaginary guitar, when I thought of a name for the white Gibson Les Paul I had been drooling over and saving up for, for months. I smiled and grabbed my black sharpie and took off one of my gloves to write the name on my hand. Gee looked over at what I was doing and glanced at me curiously. "Pansy?" He whispered and a smile grew on my lips. After another one hundred dollars is collected, Pansy, the gorgeous White Les Paul will be in my hands to stay.

A piece of paper flew from the front of the room onto my table, which brought me out of the hilarious staring contest going on between me and Gee. The completely black paper was folded several times and on the top, in silver writing wrote "Frank" in calligraphy. "Fucking hell" I muttered, only Gee and Jamia wrote calligraphy.

Dear Frank, (Dear? The fuck, how high is she?)

Hey Frankie, I really need to tell you this. I like you, wayyy more than I should. You light my day up, even when your staring at Gerard like a fucking schoolgirl. When we stopped talking, I cried myself to sleep every night, if I went to sleep at all. When I did, dreams of you popped up in my head. I don't want to love you, trust me if I could, I would hate your guts, but I can't, not for long anyway. Well, I guess I'll shut up, get back to your weird staring contest.

Love,

Jamia

"Ahh fuck, fuck fuck," I muttered and looked up to the front of the room at the reddish hair which was sprawled across Jamia's desk.

An hour of staring contests and giggles later

"Your free to leave, I hope to never see you in here again" The teacher sighed from the front of the room, the same thing she always says after detention. Gee stood up and grabbed my hand, spinning me around. I giggled and he kissed me passionately. "Out" Mrs. Dawson barked and we laughed, skipping out together. "Wait, smoke" I muttered and lit a death-stick, inhaling deeply.

"Oh Frankie" Gee sighed and grabbed the cigarette after I took two puffs and threw it on the ground, stomping on it with his shoes. "Damn you" I muttered and reached for my bag to grab another, but he stole the entire pack and skipped away. "Get back here!" I yelled and began to run, but he started to sprint, we laughed the entire time until he jumped on a tree, climbing like a monkey. I reached for the first branch and climbed my way up, reaching his perch 50 feet in the air. "Fuck, memories" I muttered and thought of the fall that almost paralyzed me. Gee pulled me close, the smell of newly fallen snow and burning wood filling my nose. "Don't worry baby, your safe with me, I won't let anything hurt you anymore" He whispered and kissed my forehead.

Awwh, See, I wanted something funny to happen at the end or dramatic or anything, but oh well, I'll end with sweet frerard… Wow, 2665 words, that's a lot for me, the most I wrote was like 1600, I'm proud *Does happy dance*

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