The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 42: Frank's Next Move

This week is probably the hardest. I get Gerard's answer on Thursday, otherwise known as tomorrow.

We're out of school and all I can fucking think about is everything I witnessed yesterday. I never thought it would happen again!

He never told me why he was staring at that girl, never. I asked on Monday when I saw him doing it again. Another time on Tuesday.

I just thought he wasn't going to do it again, I swear I thought he was. Isn't that what happens when you get caught? I mean, not necessarily caught. Just...

No, we're not even dating. I have no reason to be jealous. Well, I do. Isn't that what happens when you 'like' someone? You see them with another person, looking at them, etc. and you get jealous because you want it to be you. That's how I am.

"Frank?" Mom calls up the stairs, catching my attention.

"What?" I shout back.

"Nick and I are going to the store, do you want anything?" I ponder for a minute, then decide that I don't, so I tell her no.

After a minute or two, I hear the front door slam shut.

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It takes an hour to go shopping? No, I don't think so. If you know exactly what you want, you go and come back. Not long at all. Usually it doesn't take her that long.

I sigh and walk downstairs, getting bored of my surroundings. My room can get boring and I'm not up for playing guitar at the moment. I pass the kitchen, passing on eating. I walk into the living room and eye the TV, thinking about if I'm in the mood to watch TV or not. I decide that I'm not, I'm just really not in the mood for anything.

I walk out the front door, then stop when I look across the street, at Gerard's house. Gerard is standing there, Elena in front of him, and that girl from school practically hanging from his arm.

I sigh and slam the door shut, feeling anger rise up in me, sadness mixed in. I stomp down the stairs and start walking down the sidewalk, this is bullshit. I knew he didn't really like me. I knew it.

I look back for half a second, noticing that Gerard is looking back at me, the girl too wrapped up in talking to Elena to notice.

I turn back around and start running, I want to flee the scene as soon as possible. If I want to avoid having some sort of emotional break down, I might as well leave. It's stupid, really. It's stupid how someone you can love someone so much and go through so much. Having off and on feelings, emotions, wants and yet when you aren't even together, you start to feel more jealous of everything they do than when you are together. I feel like I have to be jealous about everything because if I'm not, I'll lose every chance I'll ever have to get back together with him.

I continue running and find myself in front of Skylar's house. I'm debating on whether or not to knock on the door or something. I mean... I haven't talked to her, seen her, thought about her in weeks... months. She must be so confused about why I just quit talking to her. I feel bad now that she's back in my thoughts. I decide that no, I will not knock on her door. I'm already upset and I don't want to add to it by feeling guilt for not talking to her.

I continue walking. I eventually find that I made a completely circle, or whatever shape all these streets connect into, and am standing in front of my house. My mom's car is in the driveway, I'm guessing that Nick is here also.

As I walk in the door, I can here moans and screams coming from upstairs. I knock my head against the doorframe and sigh. "Would you shut the fuck up?!" I shout and walk back out, slamming the front door behind me.

I sit on the porch steps and sigh again, this is stupid. I look at Gerard's house and watch it, looking at it as if it's going to do a trick.

Then the door open, that girl walks out of the house, holding into Gerard's arm like it's a life source. He looks at me and waves. He waves.

I've come to a conclusion after seeing that, Gerard is going to say no. He doesn't want me anymore, he wants her.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as the girl climbs into her car and leaves, as I sit here not caring about the cold, as I think about my next move.

My next move.

I know what it is.

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Okay, so, this isn't my best chapter but I've been progressively writing it these past few days or however long it's been. I haven't had many ideas, but I know that next chapter will be the last.

xoCrashFire