• My Lover Is A Bully » Frerard • [COMPLETED]

Bunking

It's morning again and I wake up to Green Day, as always.
You'd think I'd be sick of American Idiot at the amount of early mornings I've had to ruin because of school.
But I'm not.

I get up, slowly but surely. It takes me a while for my eyes to adjust to reality.
I didn't get much sleep last night no thanks to Gerard. Again.

I was worrying about today. What will happen if I come across him?
The scarier thought is: what will he do to me?

Trying not to think (basically worry) about it too much, I get ready for school. Dreaded school.

***

As soon as I hear the front door click behind me, I run.
And run.
And run.

I'm 'ill' today. Yes. Me.

The 'goody two-shoes good for nothing fag' is going to bunk off.
I'll probably do this tomorrow and on Thursday and Friday.

The thing is, maybe I don't want to face the consequences of life right now. Maybe it's too much for me. Maybe something bad will happen at school.
I hope a black hole swallows me up right now.

I may not know much but I do know that Mason and Gerard and the others will not stop until they are satisfied with whatever the 'problem' is.
So even if I bunk off for the rest of the week, they'll still get me.
That's how they intimidate people.

I don't know why I have a crush on Gerard to be quite honest.
Maybe it's his glossy, shiny black hair, or his natural pale face, or maybe it's his beautiful hazel eyes or the eyeliner he wears sometimes. Everything about him is perfect.
I wish I was Gerard. He probably has the best life. King of the school.
Even some teachers are scared of him so that must be a good feeling.

*Gerard's POV*
It's not a good feeling at all.
Although I do get some fun out of people handing over what's left of their lunch money and seeing them get scared of me.
It tells me I'm the boss of this 'kingdom' and no one can change that.

It's always been that way.
Mason takes it a bit far, though.
He kicks them in the stomach until they're sick.
Actually, I kicked this guy called Frank's stomach and blood came out of his mouth so maybe I'm just as bad.
I didn't mean for it to happen but I guess it feels good.
To release anger and stress kinda.

Frank is like my stress ball. Everything I do to him makes me feel good - not so much him - but yeah.

I decide to bunk off today. When I can't be bothered, I can't be bothered - right?

So I walk on the path that leads to my high school and turn right instead of left so that I go a completely different way from Mischgrove High School.
I make my way to the old recreation grounds.

All it has is a rusty swing and polluted, flooded grass. Everywhere.
It smells bad but it's definitely better than school. No one has time for school.
Example: me.

I sit carefully on the rusty swing that was once clear silver metal chains attached to a glossy black chair.
I check my eyeliner to see if it's ok.

It's all good. Probably because I haven't been crying like Frank.
Every time he comes to school, he has a red face and blotchy areas around his
eyes.

*Franks POV*
I decide to go to the park as no one is there so I can silently cry but let out loud sobs.

When I finally get there I noticed I'm not alone. There's a guy with long black hair just about covering his face and - that's Gerard.

I think about going but that's when he calls me.

"Frank! Come here!"
I am a little shocked as he didn't call me anything but my own name.

"Is that you, Frank?"
Hm.
I don't know whether to go to him or leave.