School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Nine - The Squad That Shall Not Be Called Squad

Frank's POV

"Duuude, that shit was fucking dooope!" Pete says and I cringe.

"Don't ever say 'dope' again, Wentz." I scold him and he just laughs. We decided to hang out in the park Kellin's show was in for a bit after it finished, and we were sitting on the edge of the stage since there were no other bands playing after Sleeping With Sirens. 'We' meaning it was Kellin, Ray, Patrick, Pete and me.

"Why not? You guys are my squad!"

"Don't call us squad either," Kellin mumbles, nose scrunched up in a cringe.

"Fine, but it was amazing dude, and then you sang on stage, and then Patrick, and just, wow." Pete points at each of us when he says our names, and Patrick looks away from Pete. I laugh. "Seriously, Patrick, you rocked that stage! You are very welcome, my friend."

"Thanks, Pete," Patrick grumbles, still refusing to look at us. I extract my packet of cigarettes from my pocket and offer everyone, and they all deny, except Pete, who steals a cigarette before I even ask him. He uses his lighter to light both our nicotine sticks and pockets it back, clouds of smoke filling the air and dissolving into it.

"So, a little birdie told me Wentz here is going soft on us," Kellin grins mischievously and I grin whilst Ray wiggles his eyebrows at Pete.

I take a drag and unsuccessfully try to blow smoke rings as Patrick raises his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" His voice is low, almost inaudible

"He's getting married, Pattycakes!" Kellin jokes, and I burst out laughing.

"What!?" Patrick screeches slightly.

"Whoa, dude, calm down, it was a joke," Kellin says, smiling. "Wentz here is dating someone,"

"Oh," Patrick says, looking slightly pained, but he quickly shrugs it off. Just what the hell is happening? Did Patrick-? No... No there's no way. Does Patrick like Pete?

"Yeah," Pete grins as he finishes his cigarette, putting it out against the stage and throwing it forwards, the butt landing on the floor. "His name's Mikey and I met him at Starbucks. He's amazing, guys, we share so much in common, and God, he's so lanky and his awkward knees just-"

"Jesus, Pete, you are going soft," Ray snorts.

"Oh, shut up, afro princess, at least I get more ass than any of you here." I accidentally let out a snort and they all turn to me with grins and wiggling eyebrows, except Patrick, who is still in his own world.

"Stop doing that. Christ, you're creepy." I say, finishing my own cigarette and repeating Pete's actions, stubbing it against the wooden stage floor and throwing it into a bush. Just then, my phone lets me know I have a message.

"I bet that's him right now," Pete crosses his arms and looks at me with a smug smirk. I roll my eyes at him and unlock my phone, and sure enough, there was a message from Gerard. I stand up before any of them can read the message over my shoulder and jump off the stage before reading it and replying.

Gee: Hey Frankie, are you free? Xoxo, G

Me: Not right now, Gee. See you tomorrow in class? Xofrnk

It takes only a few minutes for him to reply.

Gee: Sure ;)xoxoG

I pocket my phone and jog back to where the guys were sitting, and I plop down next to Pete like before, noticing everyone had stopped talking to look at me with smirks. "What?"

"You fucking little shit tell us everything," Kellin grins and I roll my eyes. I wish I could be open about my... Thing with Gerard to the guys like Pete with Mikey, but the whole thing was illegal, and even though I knew I could trust my best friends, Ray and Pete already knew, and I don't need anyone else to witness it.