Chapter Three
Frank's POV:
I wince as I poke the big purple bruise on my cheek and stare at it in the bathroom mirror. There's a huge cut on my nose too. How'd he even.. Whatever. He was probably wearing a ring or something. He fucking cheated. Three against one, wearing rings, grabbing me by my shirt..
I pull a few paper towels from the dispenser and hold them to the gash on my nose, leaning over the sink.
I hear the door open and look in the mirror to see a new kid. Well.. he's new to me. Long hair, black hoodie, jeans.
I look at him for a few seconds before attending back to my wounds.
He's still just standing there.
"Yes..?" I finally speak.
"Um-" He shifts uncomfortably.
"If you're here to beat me up, I suggest you leave now." I snarl.
"Oh, no! I just.. Gotta pee.."
"Then do it."
"O..K.." He shuffles over to the urinals and does his thing.
Gerard's POV:
I need to say something. He knows I saw the fight, and he can't just pretend I didn't.
"So.. About what happe-"
"Don't." He snaps and looks at me, quickly looking away once he remembers I'm peeing.
I just want to tell him how he stood up for himself, it was great. He's really intimidating for a small guy.
The way he stood up for himself.. It was kinda hot.
What am I saying?
It was really hot.
"I just wanted to say-"
"Hey, dude, I appreciate the concern or whatever.. But I don't want to talk about it. So if you wouldn't mind; please, shove it."
I finish peeing, zip my pants, and walk to one of the three sinks.
I wash my hands and look over at the blood in the sink.
He notices my staring.
"What? Never seen blood before?" The sarcasm oozes from his bloody lips.
"Oh.. Yeah, I have. It's just.. Kinda cool-looking, I guess."
"Blood?"
"I don't know I-"
"Yeah, it is." He agrees.
I finish washing my hands and go to dry them.
"You sure do take a long time to wash your hands." He says looking at me briefly, then back to his nose.
"Oh.. Um.."
"Are you waiting for a show or something dude?"
"No I- Uh, bye.." I say and head towards the door.
"If you wanna hang out at lunch or something tomorrow.." I start.
He looks at me and props an eyebrow.
"..that would be cool." I finished.
He doesn't reply.
I decide to leave him alone and head back to class.
He sounded like he was in a really bad mood. Hell, I would be too if I got knocked like that. Why were they after him though? It seemed as if they knew he was going to be in the hallway at that exact time.
I'm worried about this kid. I know I shouldn't be, with how intimidating he is... Something's up with this dude, and I wanna know what it is.
Frank's POV:
I pull the bloody rag away from my face and cringe. I throw it away and continue to examine my wounds in the mirror. I've got a huge purple bruise on my cheek that looks like it spread; giving me a black eye. I've got a nasty cut on my nose and it's really noticeable. I look rough. For fucks sake, I look like I got jumped. Whatever, it's nothing I'm not used to by now.
That kid that walked in was strange. He seemed suspicious about me.
I take a minute to retrace my thoughts.
"If you want to hang out at lunch or something tomorrow... That would be cool."
I'm tempted to accept the offer. I mean, it's got to better than sitting alone.
God damn it, I can't. I have to meet them in the hall again. Will this ever end? What do they want from me? I don't have money, I don't have any drugs, nothing. Are they trying to prove a fucking point? If so, the only point they're proving is that they're pricks. Beyond pricks. I could go on and on about how fucking-
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Vampires Will Never Hurt You
Romance[An MCR Fanfiction] A story for the ones who don't fit in. For the ones who won't conform. The ones in pain. We'd rather be ignored. This is for you.
