The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 26: Telephone Ft. Beyoncé (Not Really)

A/N: is this story still good? I understand if you're tired with this book and annoyed with the bad updates. I would be, too. Anyways, here's this chapter :) ~A

Frank's POV:

I went through different shops, finding the perfect gift for Gerard.

I didn't know the definition of love, maybe I actually did love Gerard. He's always in my mind, I would pick him over Jamia who was the hottest girl in high school but I bet Gerard was sexier than Jamia back then. Gerard is beautiful now - more than Jamia - I'm not sure if that is love.

I roamed around the mall for fifteen minutes, going through the shops to find the perfect gift for Gee. But there wasn't anything that I could find. Nothing that would represent my feelings for Gerard.

"Frank."

I whipped around and found Jamia. Finding her with her two bitchy friends and their slutty outfits, I knew I didn't want to be anywhere near them so I tried to walk away before Jamia called out to me again, making me groan is annoyance.

"What the fuck do you want?" I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"I need help," she pouted.

Her two friends, Jenna and Sarah, were snickering behind her. I looked at them with suspicion before putting half of my attention on Jamia again.

"With what?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"I'll show you," Jamia smirked, dragging me to the nearest bathroom.

I saw Jamia wink at her friends as she locked us inside the restroom. Before the door closed, they both burst out laughing and I looked back at Jamia who was just smirking.

"This is a waste of my fucking time," I muttered.

I went to unlock the door but Jamia grabbed my wrist before I even tried. I yanked my hand away, staring at her for a moment.

"Jamie, don't make me punch you," I said calmly.

She gasped, staring at me in disbelief. "You can't hit a girl."

"That's fuckin stupid," I scoffed. "That won't stop me from punching the life outta you."

"You're not going to punch me," she grinned as she begins taking off her top.

"What're you doing?"

"Giving you what you want," she replied, removing her jeans.

"No, I don't want this." I shook my head.

"I'm all wet, Frankie," she pouted, her hand grazing over her panties. "You got me all wet."

I quickly unlocked the door before Jamie pinned me against the wall.

"What the fuck, Jamia?" I shoved her and she stumbled back.

"I want you to fuck me, Frankie," Jamia said sternly. "I miss your big cock inside me."

"Well, I'm not going to fuck you," I said.

"You will and you are," she said and unfastened my jeans.

"Stop, Jamia!"

She kissed me roughly, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I groaned as I tried to push her way. Her hands slipped in my pants, stroking me. I gasped softly, my head tilting back against the wall.

"J-Jamia, I will fucking punch you!" I warned.

She succeeded in pulling down my jeans and boxers after I tried to stop her, and already having her lips around my semi. I moaned as I tensed myself against the wall. But I pushed her and her spit connected at my tip. I couldn't help but punch her after, her blood coming down her face from the injury on her lip.