Plaid Skirts and Handcuffs (Frerard)

Chapter 17

I walked into school, noticing Bert leaning against Gee's locker with a bouquet of pink and white flowers in his hand. I frowned, walking up to him.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"My mom owns a florist shop and I thought Gee would really like flowers, they just remind me of him," Bert said.

"He doesn't want them," I stated, crossing my arms.

Bert raised his eyebrows. "How would you know that? Last I heard you and your friends were beating him up."

I grabbed the collar of his shirt, shocking him as I brought him closer.

"Leave Gee alone and take your fucking flowers with you," I spat.

Bert nodded quickly, hurrying off and tossing the flowers into a trash can in the process. I sighed, adjusting my red tie and flattening my white button up. I have to do a presentation for my English class, which also means that I have to dress up for it. Luckily though, I was wearing my dad's button up that he had worn at his wedding. It was special, to say the least, I always wore it when I needed good luck, or when I was just forced to dress up. But it's still starch white and perfectly neat.

I headed back down the hall to my own locker, grabbing what I needed and shoving it into my backpack while discarding what I didn't need. Jamia hopped up to my side, smiling happily in her black dress that went a little above the knees.

"Look at you all fancy schmancy," she teased.

I smirked. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Well, I can imagine all sorts of ways you can use that tie on me," she said with a wink.

I blushed, shaking my head.

"Wh--is the Frank Iero actually blushing?" She asked.

"Okay, okay, let's go," I said, beginning to walk while she stayed by my side.

"Wow, Pete and Brendon were right, you really have gone soft," Jamia remarked.

I stopped, turning to her with my fists clenched.

"Stop fucking saying that!" I shouted.

Everyone in the hallway stopped, turning to look at us as Jamia looked both nervous and worried.

"Frankie, are you okay?" Jamia asked quietly.

"Why yes, of course I'm fucking okay," I replied sarcastically. "Never mind, let's just go find the rest of 'em."

She nodded, following by my side as we found the others standing by Bob's locker.

"Hey, man," Brendon greeted.

I nodded at him, leaning against the plain colored lockers with my backpack in between me and the metal. I'm just so glad it's Friday so I don't have to deal with this for two days.

The day dragged on, soon heading to lunch. My food was already at the table as I went over to the vending machine to grab a water. I grabbed the cold bottle, opening it on my way back. Someone bumped into me, causing me to spill half of my drink.

"What the fuck?!" Brendon exclaimed, looking at the wet spot on his t-shirt.

I sat in my seat that was just two away from his.

"Sorry, dude, that was an accident, someone bumped into me," I said.

He looked furious, grabbing his opened bottle of grape juice and chucking it at me. The whole table fell silent as I gasped, looking down at the purple liquid that stained my white shirt. My dad's white shirt.