The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 12: The Argument

Gerard's POV:

I'm not looking forward to today. Fucking bullshit. I need to calmly explain to my 'friends' that I don't want to be apart of their little group anymore. I've been wanting to do that for about 2 months now. Just never had the guts.

I especially don't want to go to school because I have three classes and lunch with Frank. I don't want to look at him, I'm still upset.

Worst September ever, and it's Monday. So, fuck.

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I walk out the door just as Frank does and he sees me, fuck.

"Gerard, wanna walk together?" He asks me.

"Sure," I say, I mean no because... I sigh internally.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Gee," Frank says softly. He sounds truly sorry and I forgive him, but I don't just come out and say, 'I forgive you.'

"It's okay, it's fine," I start biting my lip because just him mentioning that wretched day makes me want to burst into tears.

"But it isn't, I didn't mean to upset you, I-I.." He stutters looking for the right words and I just start crying.

"It's okay, Frank," I say after sniffling.

"No it isn't! You're crying!" He says loudly, then he hugs me. I didn't expect it, really. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and shoves his face in my chest. I wrap mine around his shoulders and put my head on top of his.

"It's not okay, Gee, it will never be. I hate making people cry, I feel terrible for it," he says. His voice is muffled by my shirt, but I still understand.

"I just shouldn't have said anything, I should've known that I'd never get you, but I'm stu-"

"You aren't stupid! Never say that!" He shouts.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Like I said yesterday, don't cry over someone like me, it's not worth it," he says and squeezes my waist tighter.

We stay there for about five minutes, then Frank pulls away.

He looks up at me thoughtfully and then does another unexpected thing. He kisses my cheek. "Just give me time, alright?"

I nod and smile. "Alright."

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We get to school a bit early, ten minutes. We go to our lockers while in an intense argument over bands.

"The best band is fucking Pierce the Veil, you little shit!" Frank says quite loudly. (A/N: This story takes place in this year (2013) just to clarify.)

"No! It's Green Day! And who are you to call me little! I'm like huge compared to you!" I retort.

"You're so stupid! It's Pierce the Veil! You have problems if you don't agree! And I didn't mean little literally, gosh, everybody is huge compared to me!"

"No, sir, you are the stupid one if you think Green Day is not the best, okay? And of course everyone is huge compared to you! You're like what? 3 feet tall?"

"Gerard, you're argument is invalid. And 5'4 thank you very much," he responds with confidence, which I quickly ruin.

"My argument is very valid, thank you very much. And are you sure your doctor isn't just making you feel better by lying about your height?"

"Hey! That's rude!" He shouts and then slams his locker.

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We go to my locker, while still in the two arguments, "Pierce the Veil! It's impossible to hate them! And stop making fun of my height!" He whines more than yells the last part. It's adorable.

"I know, that's why they're my third favorite band. But Green Day will always be first! Nobody can hate them! Completely impossible!" I retort, I'm telling the truth. Everybody loves Green Day whether they admit it or not, "And I will always make fun of your height, it's so fun!"

"That's why they're my second!" He yells up at me, "But Pierce the Veil is like FUCKING AMAZING! Okay?! And it may be fun to you, but it isn't for me!"

"Hey, Way, why are you with the faggot?" Greyson asks quite harshly.

"Just arguing over bands," I laugh nervously.

"Well, fuck both of you guys' argument. Lil' Wayne is the best fucking artist ever!" Greyson replies.

"He said bands, not shit," Frank says equally as harsh. Poor Frankie, he's gonna get the shit beat out of him, and sadly I can't help. Greyson is so much stronger than I am, so I couldn't help Frank if I tried.

"He is not shit, you fag. Pierce the whatever is shit!"

"Whatever, c'mon Gerard. We need to go to music," Frank says and rolls his eyes. As if it was timed perfectly, the first bell rang. Now we have five minutes to get to class.

I nod and we start to walk, until I hear Frank make a weird sound. I look over to find Greyson choking him and punching him. I freeze, Greyson is much stronger than me, I can't pull him off..

Frank looks at me in fear and hope, I can't do anything.

I look around frantically and run to go get the music teacher, he's really cool and I know for a fact he likes Frank and not Greyson at all. When I get to the room, it's open but no teacher. Great.

I run back to Frank, to find him laying on the floor gasping for air. His neck and face are already forming bruises. And his face is streaked with blood. Fuck you, Greyson.

"Frank, are you-"

"No! Why didn't you do anything?" He asks, he's pissed. I failed him, gosh I hate myself right now.

"I couldn't. Greyson is-"

"Your best fucking friend so you didn't want to take the chance and get on his bad side and get made fun of for defending the faggot. I see," he gets up and walks to the bathroom.

"Frank, you don't-"

"Understand? How so? If you like me so fucking much you don't care what anyone does, who cares if Greyson and his shit heads would tease you for it? I've dealt with that shit for two years now! Most of it coming from you! So grow a pair and learn to stand up for what you love, got it?" Then he turns around and starts cleaning the blood off his face.

Now the second bell rang... Great.

"That's not what I was referring to, Frank. I would have loved to pry the bastard off you, but he's ten times stronger than me so I couldn't even if I tried my hardest," I say and lean against the wall.

"You could have just said something, that would have been nice, Gerard."

I slide down the wall and put my head on my knees and just sit there.

We're late for music already.. Yippee, now we're going to have to explain to Mr. Peters why we're late.

"Lets go," Frank says and waits for me to stand up.

I get up and look at him, "You forgot some of the blood," I say.

He sighs, frustrated, and turns around. I wet a paper towel and do it for him, just a little on his nose.

"There, perfect," I say and throw away the paper towel.

"I wish I was perfect," he replies as we walk out of the bathroom.

"Well, I think you are, so don't worry."

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Just a chapter full of arguing. Fun, right?

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