A Love That's So Demanding

Stalker

        Frank stood outside the school cursing furiously into the wind. He had missed the bus. He knew he would. He was too caught up in thinking about Gerard and those ridiculous rumors to remember anything.

        He loosened his tie and pulled his fingerless, skeleton gloves out of his bag, before sitting on the curb. He took a cigarette out and lit it. He didn’t care if the nuns came by. He didn’t care at all. He watched the leaves dance across the pavement and sighed. He didn’t want to be here. It was unfair. It was unfair that his parents hated each other. It was unfair that he had to move here and be confined all the time. He missed New Jersey and he missed Kasey. He rolled his eyes. Why was he still thinking about her?

        Frank sat there daydreaming for a good ten minutes before deciding he should walk home. He stood up, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stubbing it out. He picked his bag up and put it over his shoulder, walking swiftly away from the school. He didn’t make an effort to walk fast. If he got yelled at by his aunt and uncle, then so be it.

        It was unusually cold out. Well it was January, but it was colder than normal. He pulled his black jacket out of his bag and slid his arms into it, throwing the hood over his head. It was a perfect day for coffee, Frank thought, smiling. His aunt and uncle didn’t care for coffee, so they never bought it. They didn’t care what Frank liked. They didn’t care about Frank period. To them, he was just some stupid teenager they got stuck taking care of. He frowned, looking down at his feet as he walked. He never realized how meaningless his existence really was. Like if he mysteriously vanished right now, no one would have a care in the world, except maybe Robert. That saddened him slightly, but his feelings didn’t matter.

        He was just about to round the corner, when he realized he was being followed. He didn’t dare look back. Was it Josh? Had he come to torment him right now? Maybe it was Robert coming to see what was wrong since he had just randomly left him at lunch, but he remembered that Robert lived on Bell Avenue. Bell Avenue was far from Stanley Grove.

        The sky was turning a pinkish color and it was becoming colder. He really regretted missing the bus. Not only was he freezing his ass off, but now he was being followed. He acted like it didn’t bother him. He tried to walk as normally as possible. His house was just another street over. Maybe he could make a run for it. Would the person run after him? Frank rolled his eyes a little. He was being ridiculous and superstitious. This person was probably just walking home like he was. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

        Frank had to admit, he was quite relieved when he finally reached the familiar doorstep to his house. He then became bold and turned around to see who the culprit was. His eyes widened in shock. It wasn’t Robert or Josh, but Gerard. Gerard was the one following him. Frank gulped in nervousness. Was he a stalker or something? Did he want to drink his blood?

        “What’s your problem?” Frank shouted, his hands rose in wonder. Gerard just stared at him with a confused look on face. He was just staring at him like he had no clue what he was talking about. Gerard actually turned around slightly to see if it was really him he was addressing.

        The silence stretched on awkwardly between them. Frank just stood there on his doorstep, waiting for a response. Gerard’s hair was blowing in the wind as he stood beside his mailbox. He just stared at him, expressionless. Frank had never felt more uncomfortable in his entire life. Gerard eventually looked away and gripped his messenger bag tighter, before continuing down the street away from Frank’s house. He entered an old brick house at the end of the street. Frank closed his eyes, feeling very stupid. Why else would Gerard be following him, unless he lived on the same street? He shook his head, walking inside and shutting the door behind him.