The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 29: Don't Doubt Me

Gerard's POV:

I hate this, I was going to sit with Mikey, Ray, and Frank, but noOoOoOoOoOoOoOo, Greyson just HAD to pull me over to his table with a nice greeting that went something like, "Sit your ass down, Way, Frankie-boy doesn't give a shit about you!" Yeah, what a nice friend.

I kept look over at Frank and the one time I catch his gaze, Greyson has to pull me back into the uninteresting topic of 'who's better? Lil' Wayne or Flo Rida?' "Yo, Way, stop looking over at him, he doesn't care about you! Now who's better? Lil' Wayne or Flo Rida?"

"Honestly, neither. Green Day is the best fucking band ever and they're musical geniuses, now shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone," I spit at him. I am seriously getting tired of him, I know for a fact that Frank couldn't have stopped caring about me over night. If he cared about me through a year and a half of me hurting him and shouting horrible insults at him, he couldn't have stopped from a slap. Even though I really deserve his hate, I know Frank is more caring than that.


*~*Physics (Last Hour)

"-partners," I catch the last part of Ms. Ballato's sentence. My ears perk up and I'm suddenly, for once, interested in what she has to say.

"And I'm going to pick them for you, but don't worry, I'm not going to make it where you're with three people you hate," she says with a little smile.

"Okay, first group: Gerard Way," she looks up at me, "Mikey Way," I smile a little, "Ray Toro," I smile more, "and Frank Iero," I don't know whether or not to smile so I settle for a normal smile.

I ignore who gets put where after that because all I needed to know was already said.

I walk over to Mikey, Ray, and Frank who are already in a circle and pull a desk into place, "Okay, so I was not paying attention," I announce.

"Neither were any of us," Mikey chuckles slightly and raises his hand to signal to Ms. Ballato that we need her help.

She walks over, her stupid heels making a really annoying clacking sound against the tile.

"Yes, Mikey?" She asks politely and looks over our group.

"Um... We weren't exactly paying attention, what are we, uh, supposed to be doing?" He asks sheepishly, oh Mikey, you're so awkward.

"Hm, doesn't surprise me," she says under her breath, "you're supposed to be thinking about what you've learned so far in this class and come up with a project to go along with it."

We all nod and she smiles, "Which... I'm not even sure any of you except Mikey has learned anything, good luck," she says with a sour tone.

"So, Mikes, anything?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "No..."

Well, shit, we are not lucky people.

*~*Last Five Minutes

We just gave up like thirty minutes ago and put all our stuff away and sat in silence, Frank and I making awkward eye contact every once in a while.

"Can we please talk?"

He just looks away and stares at the wall on his left, "I don't think so."

"Then why have you stared at me in all our classes so far and lunch?"

"Because, Gerard," he puts emphasis on my name, "just because you hit me and I broke up with you doesn't mean I just got over you and stopped giving a shit over night. Okay? I still love you, I'm just not ready to go and jump back in our relationship when I still fear that you're going to hit me again. It isn't that simple. Maybe I want you to feel the pain I felt, the want, the need, just deal. I had to for a year and a half," he says in a fierce tone that actually catches the attention of everyone in the classroom. He slams his fists on the desk and sends an icy glare my way, "I'm just pretty goddamn tired of your shit!"

I look down at my lap, my black hair shifting forward, "Okay, Frank," I whisper quietly, almost unheard, "I'm sorry."

"You can't just apologize and expect me to-" he got cut off by the bell ringing, but no one moved, they're all so intrigued by Frank's yelling, "-expect me to forgive you! It isn't that easy, Gerard! Would you forgive me if I just stabbed you in the chest and apologized?!" He glares at me, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Frank. I would! Do you know why? Because I love you, and I just find it so hard to be mad at you, okay?" I had raised my voice at first, then lowered it because I realized that I'm not trying to get pissed, I'm trying to reason.

"I doubt that," he mutters and gets up to leave.

I grab his arm before he gets out of reach, "Don't," I whisper and let go of his arm.

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So, I started this right after I updated last and just BAM! got a bunch of ideas, so here you all are!

I'll update tomorrow, I hope you liked this chapter! c:

xoxoCrashFire