I Lied When I Said I Was Okay (frerard)

part 10- I can't prove this makes any sense But I sure hope that it does

And then, the bathroom door is opened. Both me and frank jump and pull away quickly as we hear the chuckle coming out of the door.

“Hahaha! Emo #1 and emo #2 decided to have a making out session in the bathroom, huh?” Drake says, leaning on the doorframe and staring at us. I look down to frank, whose face is red and tensed up with anger. Oh god, this might be very very dangerous if he tries to defend our dignity again. I think he wants to move towards Drank so I grab his wrist tightly in my hand. He looks up at me, his eyes evil, probably waiting for his revenge.

“The fuck are you doing?!” he says quietly but I can hear that he’s angry anyway.
“Frank, don’t you fucking dare. Remember what happened last time?!” I lean towards him and tighten my grip on his wrist. “You think it’s easy for me to ignore it? Well it’s not but I do it anyway. You’re strong Frank, much stronger than me. Don’t. Lose. It.” He shoots me a death glare, but it softens quickly. I know he can do it.

“What faggots, exchanging sex talk?” okay, that’s really out of line. I can feel my stomach turning upside down with anger and hatred. He starts laughing again and making kissy faces. God, I swear he’s 5 years old, not 17. That idiot.
“What, too afraid to fight back, chickens?” that’s it, I can’t hold it anymore. That fucker needs to learn how to act. I let go of Frank and run towards Drake, my fist making his jaw make a popping sound. Ouch, my knuckles really hurt after that.
“Gerard!!! What the fuck?!?!”  He had never seen me lose it. He runs towards me as drake chuckles and let’s go of his jaw line. I feel Frank approaching behind me, so I stick my arm out and my hand is on his chest, blocking him from coming any closer.
“Don’t.” I say simply, right before drake’s fist is shot towards my face and I flinch, felling the sticky liquid pouring out of my lip. I’m still blocking frank from interfering, but he tries to resist. I have to admit, for a short guy he’s quite strong. 
“GERARD! LET GO MAN, LET ME HELP!” He says furiously, and keeps struggling, as Drake kicks my hand that is holding Frank. That just happened to be the arm he broke. The cast was off but it was still bandaged. At the second he hit my arm, the pain went through all of it and I crashed to the ground, Frank falling on top of me since he was leaning towards me. As soon as the pain stopped and I could feel again I pushed Frank off me as far away as possible, and got up. I kicked Drake in the stomach, but it didn’t affect him much. Two punches were sent to my face, probably leaving impressive bruises on my cheekbone and probably a black eye.  Frank got up and started walking towards me but I pushed him back. I can’t let him get hurt again.
“What, protecting our little boyfriend, are we?” he grinned and I punched his perfectly white teeth. This time, I guess it actually hurt because he flinched, and spitted two bloody teeth out of his mouth. Frank kept pushing against me, but I didn’t let him.
“Gerard! You fucking stop it, fucking now!” Frank starts screaming. I kick drake who is crotched coughing in the face, and his nose starts bleeding.
“You guys!!! What the fuck?!” Mikey who was apparently standing at the door asked. 
“MIKEY, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! NOW!” I scream at him and he decides to listen to me, and gets out just a second before Drake punches my second cheekbone and it starts bleeding just like the first one. I look down to see that my whole shirt is covered in blood right now. I don’t even want to know what I looked like. Drake grabs my hoodie and pulls it off, probably wanting to try and break my fucked up arm again. As he does, Frank kicks him behind the knee and he is knocked to the ground.
“Alright, that’s enough, cut it out!” our principal stands at the door, and the three of us turn red as she enters the bathroom. “You two, come with me!” she motions towards me and Drake. I sigh and walk right after her, looking at the bathroom mirror. Oh god, I look terrible. I take a look at Frank, who is shaking his head in disappointment and mouthing ‘idiot’. I roll my eyes and give him the finger. “Mr. Way, watch your body language.” The principal scolds me as we get out of the bathroom.
“Sorry, Mrs. Scott.” I mumble and look at Drake, who is sending me death glares and just smile back. It annoys him, probably a lot since his fist hits my neck at the wound in the speed of light. I groan loudly and fall to the ground.
“Mr. Gray!” the principal yells. Fuck, I’d do anything to see his expression now but I couldn’t since my eyes were pressed in pain as I lay on the ground. “Are you okay, Way?” she asks, and I can literally feel Drake grinning. A loud groan escapes my lips again and I grab my aching neck tightly. “Do I look okay?” I mumble sarcastically. 
“I’ll call the nurse. Drake, you follow me.” She says, sounding quite concerned. How nice of her. As soon as they disappear I hear a faint voice behind me.
“GERARD! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?!?!” I feel a hand being placed on my cheek. I do my best to open my eyes, and see Frank in front of me.
“I’ll be okay.” I mumble and close my eyes again.
“WHERE DID HE HIT YOU?” he ignores what I said.
“Neck.” I say quietly and curl into a ball. I feel him remove my scarf and gasp at the view.
“THE MOTHERFUCKER!” he shouts.
“Frank shuddup, my head is hurting like a bitch.” I mumble and rub my eyes.
“Sorry. You need to go to the nurse, Gee.”
“I know, the principal already went to call her.” My voice is almost non-hearable. Stupid aching neck. Stupid Drake. Frank pulls my head onto his lap.
“You’re face is all  bloody.” He mentions the obvious and I smile, my eyes still closed.
“I know. It’s sexy, I like it.” Frank laughs faintly. I feel dizzy. My head is blowing up. My face is burning as well as my wrists. And my lip, my lip is killing me. I can’t think straight right now, and I fall asleep right here on Franks lap.

The next thing I know, I wake up in the nurse’s room. My face feels a little better. My eye still hurts, and my neck feels like shit, but it’s better than before. I sit up, and see the nurse I know so well beside me. 
“What are we going to do with you, huh? It’s like you spend most of your class’s right here instead of learning.” I laugh and stand up. She hands me a pill and I swallow it without water. “The principal wants to see you before you get to class” she says and hands me my schoolbag. I frown lightly at that, but say thank you as I grab my schoolbag and head out of her room and towards the principal's office.
I knock on the door, and it turns out louder than I expected.

"Come in." the principal says and I open the door. "Way, sit down…" she motions towards the chair in front of her desk. She sounds quite disappointed. I sit down and shift uncomfortably in my seat.
"Gerard, what happened….?" She's shaking her head and looking straight in my eyes. She looks nice today, her red hair reaching her shoulders, matching her face perfectly. She's probably in her 30s.
"You never fight back. What happened today? Is everything okay?" I don’t answer. Because everything is definitely NOT okay. My hand shifts to my wrist and I start rubbing the wounds with my thumb.

"Its okay if you want to tell me something…" she stops and looks at my wrists. "Did you do it to yourself?" at first I don’t understand what she's talking about, but then I notice that I'm still tracing my fresh wounds. I quickly look down as I turn crimson red and try to hide the tears.
"N-N…No I..-I d-did-n't. I stutter in a husky voice. No wonder she didn’t believe me.
She sighs and sends me a sympathetic look.

"Don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need any." Her hand reaches to grab my wrist but I pull my arm away.
“I don’t…. nn-need any hh-h-elllpp.” Of course I do. I guess being suicidal is something quite serious. But I need to keep my ‘tough’ act on so that shell let me go. At that point, I think studying is actually better than this. I talked in a sharp voice, I felt pretty much like a piece of shit for acting that way to the person who is trying to help me. At that moment I break down, I start crying. I try to hide it with my hair, covering my face with the black long hair. I’m such a mess, why keep being a burden? I put my bandaged hand over my eyes and drown deeper in the leather seat.
"Are you okay, Gerard?" I start scratching my wrist with my nails. I didn’t really realize I was doing it until now, because I felt a sting and blood started pouring out of the wound.
"What are you doing?" I pull both of my arms away from each other and my face turns red. I wrap my hand around the wound to hide it.
"Do you want me to dismiss you from today?" she asks and I nod. She writes a note and gives it to me.
"Bye, get better." She says. I nod and walk away.

 

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