The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 28: I Can't Get Over Him

Frank's POV:

Another day closer to fifteen.. Now it's only five days until my birthday and I'm as depressed as ever. I lost the one person who I truly love and all because he can't control himself...

Yesterday was just spent with Mikey trying to calm me down, he left around seven and that just left me alone while mom was out doing something or someone.

I sigh and get out of my bed, stretching all my muscles and popping my limbs. I check the alarm clock, 6:36 A.M.

Fun, another day of being hated...

*~*

I step out of the door, noticing that my mom's car still isn't back, but there is an unfamiliar car over at Mikey's house. Hm.

I let the thought slip by and pull up my hood and blast Green Day's song Boulevard of Broken Dreams on the loudest volume it'll go.


I'm half way there and I feel a large hand grab onto my shoulder, tugging me backwards. I sigh and turn around, looking up to see Gerard.

I take out one earbud and look at him expectantly, "What?"

"Can we talk?"

"No," I say bitterly and go to turn back around, "I don't want to talk to you."

He forces me to stay there, which isn't hard for him because he's much stronger than I am, "Please?"

"There isn't anything you can possibly say, Gerard. I warned you twice, but you just went along and did it."

"I'm sorry, Frank! I just... You know how I am, it's just..."

"I get it, you like seeing me in pain, don't most people? Learn how to control yourself and maybe we could talk," I spit out at him sourly and shove his hand off my shoulder, "for the time being, just leave me alone."

The minute I walk in school, Greyson basically launches himself at me. I duck under his fist to avoid being punched and run to the music room, which Greyson follows me into. "Iero, I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"You changing Gerard into a faggot!" He roars at me.

I take a slight step back, "Well, take him back, he doesn't seem to be interested in making me happy at all. Take him, I honestly don't care."

He gives me a surprised look, "What do you mean?"

"He still hits me, so he obviously doesn't care. Just take your friend back and leave me alone.. I'm done."

"Fine, fa-"

"Greyson, be a little mature, please. I'm tired of you calling me a faggot! I haven't even done anything to you, just shut the hell up, okay?" I shout at him, I'm seriously getting so fucking fed up with all his shit.

"Whatever," then he marches out of the classroom looking proud as fucking ever.

A few seconds later, I walk out and into the bathroom across the hall. Finally, peace.

The minute I step in, I break down. The tears start to fall and I crave for the stinging pleasure from my blade.



Ten minutes until class starts, I have time to make myself look like I didn't have a break down in the bathroom.

I walk over to the sink and splash some water in my face.

I look at my reflection: pale skin, dark bags under my eyes, disheveled hair, dull eyes. I look awful.

I just sigh and walk out, going over to the music room and into the assigned practice room for my group, where I get met by Ray.

"Frank! I've come up with an awesome part for Teenagers!" He shouts excitedly with his guitar gripped tightly in his right hand.

I smile, "Let me hear it."

He sits down quickly in a chair and puts the strap on over his head, "Alright," then he counts himself off and starts playing.


When he's finished, I just look at him with an amazed look on my face, "Ray, that was awesome!"

"Mikey also came up with a wicked bass part, and Bob's been figuring out some awesome drum beats, these songs are coming out great!" He informs me, not breaking his smile once.

I nod and pick up the dark purple guitar I've been using here since the first day, I don't have the heart to bring Pansy to school, I'm afraid Greyson'll break her.


"Ray, do you think you can show me that guitar part again?" Gerard asks while walking into the practice room.

"Yeah!" He says excitedly and quickly places his fingers in the correct spots.



*~*~*

So far, we've gotten all the music for Teenagers lined out, that's pretty great progress for only a fifty minute class.

"Okay, there's five minutes left, do you think we could do another run through?" I ask, I'm still a little shaky on some parts and I really need to work on it, I'm just not sure if they all want to play for the tenth time.

"Yeah, I need to work on some parts," Mikey says.

"Yeah, I need to get some other parts worked out," Bob chimes in.

"I'm good with my parts, but I'll play again," Ray pipes up.

We all look at Gerard and question him non-verbally.

"Sure," he sighs and turns back around to the microphone.

He counts us off and then we play.



This run through was better than all of them combined.

"I think I got my parts for the most part," I say, a smile playing on my lips.

"Yeah, me too," Mikey and Bob say in unison.


*~*~*~*Lunch

Gerard isn't sitting with us, Greyson pulled him to his table when he was walking in, I just don't know if that's good or bad.

"Frank," Mikey says with a sigh, "you stare at Gerard in classes and now, why'd you break up with him?"

"You already know why. He hit me when I warned him not to, I know that's not a perfect reason, but he's been beating the shit out of me for two years now and I don't need a boyfriend who's abusive. I just need time to think on it, and so does he."

"I think you need to get over him because you've broken up with him twice now, how many more times will it be before you either stay together or stay apart?"

"I can't get over him, Mikey. I like more about him than I dislike. Also, I can't just choose to not like him, it's not that easy. You act like I chose to like him in the first place," I say without taking my eyes off Gerard.

Gerard looks over at me, our eyes connect for three seconds before Greyson pulls him back into their conversation.

"I don't think he'll be getting over you any time soon either," Mikey says in a knowing tone, "he likes you too much."

"I don't know if I can believe that, Mikes."

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So, I now have $104 and Spongebob episodes!

xoxoCrashFire