Music, Coffee, and Blood (A Frerard and Rikey Fanfiction)

Well Shit

Sorry sorry sorry sorry!!!! Hate me, I know. I haven't uploaded in a few days. Great stuff to come guys!!!!! If your still with me and are stilling following the story this far, THANK YOUU!!!!! <4 enjoy

Warning- there is a word I hate using, I could barely type it.

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I walk to my locker and do the combination. I pull up on the handle thing, but the locker doesn't open. I try again, but going slower with it.

"Dammit." I mutter, off by one number.

When I enter the second number the third time, I hear Jason come down the hall, 'Well shit.' I think to myself.

"Hey Fag."(I hate that word.) He says, galloping up behind me with one of his buddies.

"Sup dipshit?" I reply.

"Talking back are we?"

"No shit, really?" I say, my words dripping sarcasm.

"Wrong answer." He hisses and turns me around, grabbing the front of my shirt and pushing me onto my locker, that never made it open.

His buddy,I can't remember his name, passed Jason a sharpie. He wrote something on my forehead and pocketed the sharpie.

He let's go of my shirt and punches my jaw, I hear it pop inside my head. Blood drips out my mouth. He then punches my nose, making that bleed too. Great. For the finale, I assume, I get punched in the gut, and have my legs pushed out from under me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" I hear a familiar voice say down the hall.

Jason and his buddy went running down the hall, thinking the voice was a teacher.

Gerard walked over to me and sat me up against the locker.

"What did they do,Frankie?" He asked, his voice full of worry.

"Just punched me a few times and kicked me. 'S nothin'." I reply with a smirk. "Can you open my locker and get my phone?"

"What's your combination?"

"Seventeen, two, fifteen."

He opened my locker and grabbed my phone. I went to grab it and my hand was shaking really bad. My vision is really blurry too.

"Frank, you wanna go to the nurse?"

"NO." I say quickly and sternly. "Just help me up and to the bathroom will you?"

He helped me up and made sure I got there okay. Gerard walked up to the mirror and fixed his eyeliner. I popped my jaw back into place and checked myself over. A bruise was beginning to form on the stomach and my lip was swollen. Nothing too bad.

I sat on the sink, barely able to stand.

I closed my eyes and heard Gerard get a paper towel and wet it. I felt him very close to me.

"I'm just gonna get the sharpie off, okay?" He whispers.

I nod slowly, not wanting my head to go all fuzzy. He gently wipes my forehead slowly, getting the marker off. Threw the paper towel out stood in front of me. I opened my eyes.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He said, smiling softly.

I blushed and looked at the ground. 'Why does he have to be so goddamn sexy?!' I think to myself. He pulls out his phone, I text him.

Hi.-F

Frank in two feet away from you.-G

Just trying to break the tension.-F