𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ✧ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝) [on hold]

✧ Chapter 16 : The Son's Father ✧

Gerard's POV :

I walked away from Lindsey, angry. I couldn't believe that for all the time I had been back from my coma, she could have told me the whole truth, but she hadn't. She had hidden the truth from me to keep dating me, well-aware that we had broken up.

I looked for Frank and thank God, I eventually found him. He was sitting in an isolated part of some dark hallway. I dropped my schoolbag neglectedly next to him, catching his attention. Frank looked up from the notebook he was scribbling in.

"Hey," I let out, leaning back on the same wall as Frank.

"Hey, what's up babe? What are you upset about?" Frank asked me, and the way he read me like a book took me aback.

Were my feelings printed on my face? If only they could be on everyone, human relationships wouldn't be so complicated.

"How do you know I'm upset?" I asked.

"Dude. One, you just threw your bag like it was a hot potato and almost crushed me with it. Two, you storm in without a hello, which isn't like you. Three, I swear to God, your anger is printed on your face. You should conceal it better or you'll get your ass arrested before you even get to set anyone on fire.

"Oh..." I let out, sitting down next to Frank. We both let out soft sighs - me from what had happened with Lindsey, and him from the state I was in.

"So? Wanna tell me what's bugging you?" Frank said as he shoved his notebook in his schoolbag. A detached, mocking smile appeared on his face before he looked at me. "Let me guess. Mikey's been bitching about me."

"Nothing to do with Mikey. Seriously, why can't you guys get along?"

"Nuh-uh, not gonna happen. Weasel Face and I hate each other too much. Some people are just not meant to get along. I just wish he would give me a fucking break and accept that we're together for good." Frank shook his head.

"I can't see why he doesn't like you though. I mean, you used to bully me because there was a huge misunderstanding between the two of us. But now that it's solved, I can't see why he's still mad about it."

Frank shrugged. "Who knows, Gee. Some people are grudgy as hell. He's protective of you, I can understand that. I'd do the same in his shoes, I guess," he said, wrapping an arm around my neck to bring me closer and ruffle my hair. I giggled, escaping his grip.

"Please, promise me that you'll ignore him if he provokes you again. You know I'll always be yours no matter what." I rested my head on Frank's shoulder. He sighed.

"How can I say no to these puppy eyes? I'll do my best. For you. So, tell me, what were you upset about anyway?" Frank asked.

"I broke up with Lindsey."

"Oh... Uh," Frank let out. "I honestly don't know if I should feel sorry for you two or happy for the both of us," he said truthfully.

I huffed a little. "There is nothing to be sorry about, really. Don't pity any of us. It was meant to happen. I mean, she lied about everything, Frank, and I only realized it now. She knew my coma had only lasted a week and I had completely forgotten about the rest, but she didn't tell me."

"Makes sense," Frank shrugged, taking out a cigarette and a lighter. "I mean, she was the one who explained to me what the fuck was going on, so yeah, I'd take it as a confession," he mumbled with his cigarette hanging from his mouth.

He offered me one after lighting his own. I hesitantly took the white stick between my fingers and slid it between my lips. Frank lit it and I inhaled the smoke. I quickly choked on it and coughed it out.