He's The Prettiest Boy At The Party (Frerard)

9. Breaking Promises

The next week went by without issues. I got an A on a test, so that's cool.

Frank and I have been hanging out almost every day after school. We usually just sit in the park and smoke, but sometimes we go out for coffee. Occasionally a friend will join us, like Ray or maybe Mikey. Brendon came once, too.

Lunches have toned down in drama and chaos, for the most part. Until Monday.

Frank, Mikey, Ray and I were seated at a table in the corner chatting when I felt something land in my hair, coupled with giggles from the tables behind us. I removed it from my head. It's a little corn kernel. God, I don't want to deal with them now. Frank snuck me a concerned look. I shook my head.

Another piece of corn struck me. My teeth clenched together.

"Just ignore them, Gerard." Mikey said to me.

Another.

"Hey! Fatass! Guess what I heard!" A guy yelled to me.

I ducked my head, my hands in fists.

"Dickhead! I'm talking to you!" He said, launching another piece of corn at me.

Ray turned to him. "Hey, man, come on. Stop it."

I felt another piece in my hair. Before I knew what I was doing, I jumped up and stomped over to the fuckboy angrily. "What is your damn problem?"

He laughed at me. "Oooh, looks like I made the gay emo upset. Are you gonna go cut your wrists now?"

It took all my power not to rip him to shreds right there.

Instead, I took a deep breath and kept my voice as even as possible. "That is a terrible stereotype, and I'm not gay."

He smirked at me. "Now, we know that's not true." He then leaned in and whispered very loud, "I heard you're quite the moaner in the boy's bathroom."

This time I didn't even bother trying to contain myself.

I grabbed him by the collar and threw him down on the floor. He looked shocked at first, but then he snapped into fighting mode or something. He has a wrestling team hoodie. I'm fucked.

He rapidly threw me down and got on top of me. Pinning me to the floor, he whispered in my ear, "So, you and Iero are homos now? Or was it just him being the stick thin slut he is?"

I spat in his face. "Don't talk about Frank that way, asshole."

His fists collided with my cheek. "Shut up, faggot!"

"Get the fuck off him!" I heard Frank shout, latching onto his back and pulling him. The fuckboy flailed his arms around at Frank who was now clinging to him for dear life. The guy finally got a grip on Frank and threw him hard to the floor.

"Frank!" I exclaimed, crawling over to him. He mumbled something I couldn't understand, but stayed on the ground.

While I was trying to help Frank, I heard Mikey's voice say, "Fuck you." I turned around in time to see my awkward little brother punch that asshole right in the nose.

I swear, everyone in the lunchroom (that had formed a crowd around our fight) held its breath.

The boy fell to the floor and everyone became animated again.

Mikey cradled his hand that was going to be black and blue very soon. Ray ushered him to the bathroom. Everyone else was helping up the asshole. Frank and I were practically invisible. I managed to help him up, apparently he hit his head pretty hard. My cheek hurt like hell, but I didn't really care. Frank is my top priority.