The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 20: Leave Me Alone, Punk

Thank you guys for reading this. I didn't know this book can be so interesting but I guess it is. I hope you guys are doing well and feeling great. ~A

Frank's POV:

"Fuck, Jamia," I groaned as I continued thrusting in her. I held onto her hips to keep her still, she was a moaning mess below me. "I'm- I'm gonna come."

I pulled out of her and jerked off while she got on her knees, her mouth wide open. Seconds later, I came and it landed on Jamia's mouth. She swallowed all of it and I moaned at the sight. She stood up and kissed me.

"I love you, baby," She whispered and I froze.

Fuck, she's never said that before.

What was I suppose to say? I cant lie to her.

"And I love me too, babe," I replied awkwardly and she looked at me.

"You- You don't love me-"

"I don't love you," I finished. "I'm sorry but I don't love you."

"It's fine, I'll wait for you," She smiled sympathetically. "I'm glad that you didn't say it just to make me feel better. That's why I love you, Frank. You're honest."

I cleared my throat and smiled at her. I kiss her tenderly and she pulled away and peck my cheek. I put my clothes on as she does the same.

"I'll see you later, Frank," She said before grabbing her purse and walking out the door. I glanced at the clock and it was already two in the afternoon. I opened my bedroom door and shrieked when Mikey was just standing there, looking at me with innocent eyes.

"Fuck, Mikey," I sighed, running a hand down my face.

"What were you and Jamia doing in there?" Mikey asked, looking beside me to have a glance at my room. I closed the door behind me, making sure Mikey doesn't see anything else.

"We were playing Uno," I smiled at him. I walked down the downstairs and Mikey was following me. "Want anything to eat?"

"Can we have Taco Bell?" He bounced up and down in excitement.

"I don't know, Mikey," I said, scratching the back of my head, "We can go to McDonalds-"

The door knocked, cutting me off. Mikey looked at the door before looking at me. He smiled and opened the door. He gasped, "Gee!"

I raised my eyebrows and followed Mikey. I stopped my tracks when I saw Gerard, who was hugging Mikey with all his might.

"Hey, Mikey," Gerard cooed, kissing him on the cheek. "I brought McDonalds, I hope that's okay." Gerard looked at me for approval but I just nodded, still stunned over the fact that he came.

"Yay, McDonalds!" Mikey cheered, running to Gerard's car.

"Hi, Frank," Gerard greeted.

"Hey, Gerard," I sighed, nervously running a hand through my hair. Mikey came running back in the house, a McDonalds bag in his hand. Gerard and I chuckled, both getting inside the house.

I wasn't mad at Gerard, I never was actually. I mean, I was upset but it wasn't serious. Ever since the small argument we had, we've both been distant. I didn't break up with Jamia either and that could just make things worse. I wanted to be with Gerard, truly I do, but there's so many possibilities that could happen. I can break up with Jamia and be with Gerard but I don't know if he still feels the same. And what if I break up with Jamia and I ask Gerard if he wanted to go out with me sometime, he can easily reject me and then I'd have no one.

I walked in the kitchen and find the Way brothers stuffing food in their mouths. I couldn't help but chuckle. Gerard looked at me before blushing and eating much slower. However, Mikey continued eating like a disrespectful pig. But since he's adorable, I'll let it slide.

"Frankie?" Mikey asked and I hummed in response. "After I finish eating, can I go color and watch cartoons?"

"Of course you can, buddy," I smiled. I sat down at the table with them and grabbed a few French fries, stuffing them in my mouth.

The door swung open, causing the three of us to jump.

"Babe, I left my-"

I knew that familiar voice. It was Jamia and I felt things could get worse. Jamia stopped and looked at us, before her eyes landed on Gerard.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She scoffed, looking at me. "You're here with this faggot?" Jamia gestured to Gerard.

I raised my eyebrows at her and Gerard. Mikey only looked like he was about to cry.

"W-Why are you talking about Gee like that?" Mikey whimpered, holding Gerard's hand.

"Mikey, it's fine," Gerard reassured him. "Just go to your room, alright?"

Mikey glanced at Jamia nervously before nodding and running upstairs to his room. I heard the door slam shut and locked.

"Why the fuck are you talking about Gerard like that?" I asked, standing up.

"If you went to Belleville High, you would know that this fucker is a sore loser," Jamia raised her voice.

"Just leave me alone, Jamia," Gerard sighed, rolling his eyes.

"You guys know each other...?" I asked.

"Of course," Jamia replied, crossing her arms. "You cant not notice him. I mean, look at his pale skin and he's fucking fat."

"He's not fat! Fuck you, Jamia," I spat.

"Are you seriously defending him?" Jamia raised a brow.

"At least he's got an ass and he's good in bed," I said, slowly regretting my choice of words.

"You what?!" Jamia yelled, looking between me and Gerard.

"Jamia, I'm sorry, I didn't know then," Gerard apologized, standing up from his spot. He grabbed his messenger bag and phone.

"It's not his fault," I defended, "Don't leave." I told Gerard, pleading him.

"We're done, Frank," Jamia said before looking at Gerard, "Just wait until I tell everyone from high school."

"You haven't changed one bit," Gerard scoffed. "Still the same bitch everyone has disliked."

"You're the bitch here, sleeping with my boyfriend," Jamia replied weakly.

"Yeah and the funny thing is I didn't have to beg," Gerard grinned, taking a French fry before going to open the front door. Jamia and I just watched him with wide eyes. "By the way Frank, when you're done with this pointless argument, give me a call."

Gerard winked at me and I couldn't help but feel my jeans tighten. Where did this side of him come from? I mean, its always been there but-

"Shit," I muttered, completely forgetting about Mikey. I turn to Jamia and smiled at her sweetly, "Thank you for coming by, here your phone," I grabbed her phone that was simply just lying on the counter, handing it to her, "Goodbye, Jamia. Theres the door, I have to take care of Mikey because most of us have responsibilities."

"Fuck you," Jamia huffed, turning around and opening the front door.

"That chapter was done, darling!" I called out before she shut the door. I smirked, remembering the crazy scene that has happened not too long ago, and went up to Mikey's room to comfort him.