School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Eighteen - Patrick Tree Feels Attacked

Chapter 18 

not proofread!

Frank's POV

I knock on the door twice and then take a step back, balancing on the balls of my feet with my hands behind my back. After a few minutes, and a lack of response, I knock once again, harder, and then tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, waiting for the door to open.

Hearing shuffling behind the door, a smile spreads on my face as Gerard opens the door, and I'm ready to jump on him when my eyes scan his face.

His hair was greasier than ever, messed up as if he'd pulled at the strands too much. His hazel eyes were dull and scared, and the bags under them indicated lack of sleep, as well as his white shirt, which was stained and wrinkled. Gerard's left hand was twitching slightly, and his eyes widened when he saw me, the least reaction I would have expected.

It's not that I had come at an unfortunate time: it was eight at night on a Sunday, no one was outside or looking out their windows, plus I was wearing a (what I suspected was Gerard's) black hoodie with the hood pulled over my head.

"G—?" But the question is unanswered as Gerard slams the door on my face. I frown. "The fuck? Gerard open up," I say, knowing he is still standing on the other side of the door since I didn't hear his footsteps.

Raising my fist, I knock again firmly, and almost fall flat on my face when the door is opened and I'm being pulled inside by my arm, Gerard's arm clutching my forearm harshly. Instantly, I am pressed up against the door, but not by Gerard's body; he keeps himself at arm's length, with a steady hand on my shoulder to keep me from moving.

That doesn't keep me from reaching out and laying a hand on his cheek.

"Gerard? Baby? What's wrong," I shake my head softly, stroking his cheekbone with my thumb and hoping he'd open up to me. For a moment, he leans into my touch, eyes closing briefly, but then he seems to remember where he is and stands up straighter, though he doesn't bat my hand away.

Gerard looks away from me for a few seconds before his red-rimmed eyes lock with mine, either from the lack of sleep or from crying. His current state scares me.

"Fuck, Gee, what happened to you? Have you even slept?" I swallow the knot on my throat that comes hand in hand with the worst situations developing in my head. "Is-Is everything okay, babe?"

Gerard keeps quiet and looks away again.

"You're scaring me," I mumble with a sad half-smile. Suddenly, his hand wraps around my wrist, and this time, he pins me with his whole body to the door, placing his lips on mine and (surprisingly gently) begins kissing me. My body responds instantly and my other hand that's not trapped by his is on his shoulder.

As we slowly kiss, Gerard's fingers intertwine with mine, and there is nothing sexual about any of it, the sadness in the air is too much for it to be, and I can bear it as I pull away from Gerard, staying a mere inch away from his face.

"What's going on, Gee?"

He gives me a small smile that looks more than a frown and steps away, back to the arm's length distance form before. A sigh escapes his lips.

"I- We can't do this, Frank," My heart stops at the first words that leave his lips, and my mouth opens on its own accord to protest. "We knew it from the beginning, Frank, it just can't be. You're barely seventeen, I don't know what I was thinking, this has to stop,"

I shake my head furiously, taking a step towards him, but he steps back. "Don't—"

"Frank." He says sternly. "I think you should leave. And don't, stop talking to me outside school,"