I walked out side the school bluiding and around the corner to the nice garden with the bench that gardening club plants flowers around.
I pulled my sweater sleeves over my hands, it's getting cold in Jersey again. Damn now I can't wear my skirts.
I was skipping I didn't want to go to gym and since it was my last period why not. Usually I'd never skip, but the boys in the locker rooms always stare and it scares me. I suppose its because of my dressing habits, I can't help it I love wearing baggy sweater with skirts and thigh highs.
I sit on the stone bench and watch the flowers dance in the wind. I kicked my feet, and smiled.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I heard. I look over my shoulder and see Frank Iero.
Frank Iero was probably the punkest kid you could get around here and also the cutest. He might wear those ripped up jeans and cool punk band tees, but he's still pretty short and hella cute.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here.. I'll leave if you'd lik-"
"No, it's fine." He waved his hand apologetically and sat on the ground in front of me.
"I'll move over if you'd like." I offered.
"No it's fine." He declined.
"Okay, oh cool is that a Jawbreaker shirt? I've never seen one before." I cheer.
"You like Jawbreaker?" He questioned.
"Of course!" I said. He smiled up at me and grab a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.
"C-Can I have one?" I asked. I hadn't had a smoke in a while, it would be nice.
"Should such a pretty little thing like you be smoking?" He asked sticking a cigarette between his teeth, lighting it.
"Y-You think I'm pretty?" I flushed.
"Yeah, you're pretty cute. Never met a guy who wears skirts, but never thought they could be as cute as you." He took a long drag from his cigarette then blowed smoke out into the opened air.
"Y-You don't think it's weird?" I asked looking at my feet. I was shocked, Frank Iero was calling me cute.
"What? Wearing a skirt? No, it's not weird. Actually I think it suits you." He says.
I look up from my feet and he smiles at me, a genuine smile. I giggle and look back down.
"Wow you're really fucking cute." He gushes.
"N-No I'm not..." I blush.
"Yeah well that giggle was so adorable." He laughs.
"Nooo." I say and cover my face with my hands.
"What's your name princess?" He asked and I blush even more.
"G-Gerard." I mumble underneath my hands. I hear Frank get up, maybe he's leaving.
I felt Frank pull my hands away and set them in my lap. His face inches with mine he smiles then gives me a peck on the nose."Gerard, I'm Frank and you're cute. You like Jawbreaker. So I'd like to take you out, what'd you say?" He asked. Oh god why me? I'm nothing and he was- well everything.
"Okay.." I look down to my feet again.
"Hey come on quit that, I like to see those pretty eyes of yours." He says and lifts my head back up with his index finger.
My heart races as I look into his eyes. He's got such bright eyes it makes me melt and his touch, it's so soft and caring.
Before I know it he leans in and steals a kiss. His lips against mine feels like fireworks. He cups my cheek and deepens the kiss. I melt away and close my eyes. I run my fingers threw his hair and he bites my lip lightly. I moan, not realizing at first and getting embarrassed when I do.
He pulls away to catch his breath as I do the same.
"You're beautiful." He simply says as he eyes soften and his lips turn up into a smile. I blush and he grabs my hand and pulls me up.
"You're mine, and I'm going to take care of you." He kisses my cheek and pulls me along with him.