Gerard's POV
I couldn't believe it. That asshole was having sex with Quinn. Again. And he was mad at me for dating Frank.
"ASSHOLE!" I yelled. "YOU'RE OVER HERE RAPING ME AND SHIT, BUT THEN YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND! AND YOU CLAIMED THAT YOU LOVED ME! FUCK YOU!"
"Look, Gerard," Quinn started, "I don't know who the fuck you think you are-"
"I THINK I'M DONE WITH BERT BEING AN ASS! HE CHEATED ON ME WTH YOU AND ON YOU WITH ME! BUT NO! YOU'RE WAY TOO STUPID TO FUCKING REALIZE IT!"
"Gerard," Bert said. "I'm sorry, but you're just a stupid slut anyways. It's not like it matters if someone cheats on a person like you!"
I flicked him off. "Guess what? I might suck dick, but I'm a human being too! And I have feelings! Sorry I'm not pure! Sorry I sleep around! But you know something? All I want is for someone to love me regardless if I love myself or not." On my way out, I whispered in Frank's ear. "End that motherfucker."
I left the house and closed the goddamn door. I heard screaming coming from inside. I walked back in and saw Bert getting punched by Frank.
"I'll just take my belongings," I said with my voice being sassy. I fetched my suitcase, and Frank and I left.
"Gerard... don't go..." Bert said. "I can change... I love you..."
"Umm..." Quinn sassed. "Excuse you, bitch. You're mine, not Gerard's."
"And I believe I have just put the cunt in his place. Goodbye, Bert. Quinn." Frank and I have left. "Oh, and Robert, you will be hearing from my lawyers."
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Roman Holiday (Frerard)
FanfictionGerard was the 'city slut' with a broken past. And present. His fren Frank does everything he can to help Gerard get better with his traumatic experiences.
