Homo Is Gay

Take My Fucking Virginity: Part 1.

(A/N: Sorry that it has taken me so long to finally upload another chapter to Homo Is Gay. I also can't thank you guys enough. This fan fic made #23 for GerardxFrank or something like that. Don't bust my fucking balls over grammar if I made any mistakes like that bc I am WAY 2-see what I did there-fucking tired for this shit but i'm doing it for you fuckers, so love me more then you did yesterday. Seriously though, thank you guys so much. It really means a  lot.)

I wonder if the cocky fucker really thinks that i'm actually fucking "sexy" like he said. Nah. Honestly, he's probably just alone and wants to fuck something with two legs. 

That's got to be it. The fuck boy doesn't actually like me, he can't. He doesn't. No one does. Honestly though, who the fuck would like someone like me? 

The main reason why I know he doesn't is because of the way he acts toward me. The way he acted toward me earlier showed me that I am, in fact, right about him. The way he flirts with me makes it conspicuous. The way he mocks my very presence. The way he takes advantage of every moment, without even thinking about if there are any consequences for his actions and if so, what they would be or how it would ruin him or his life. It's almost as if he has no  common sense. Really, it's just ridiculous. Though, I personally think that he only thinks with his lower head, if you get my drift there.  

Frank is a fuck boy. Nothing more. Nothing less. He just wants to use me as a fucking sex toy like everyone else.... He wants to use me and when he gets tired of me he is just going to drop me. The thought absolutely disgusts me with utter anger and hate. 

Memories flood my brain. I physically feel myself pail as the scars disturb me, emotionally. Needing to actually do something with myself, I pull my hoodie over my head, shove my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, and look anywhere but at Frank. Non-coherently, I fidget with my thumbs inside of my hoodie pocket. My anxiety slowly tries to inch up my throat, trying to make it hard for me to breath as I begin to feel very anxious. I need to be doing something. Dwindling with my fingers in my pockets obviously isn't helping me so I need to be productive. If I don't then i'll just end up having an anxiety attack. Moving slowly, I get up from my bed and open my suitcase, unpacking my things as my dark thoughts and excruciating memories try to crush my skull. 

"You know that I know what your little secret is, right?  It's really not that hard to tell." Frank says, cutting halfway through my thoughts. My heart skips a beat, but I know to stay calm in these kinds of situations. "What do you mean? What secret?" I ask once, trying to distract myself by proceeding to unpack my things. "Don't play stupid, I know for a damn fact that you have a thing for guys. You might not want to admit it, but I can tell that you do. Its painted all over your cute, innocent face and if i'm being completely honest you don't hide it very well with your personality. But don't worry your pretty little head off,  your secret is safe with me baby." He flashes another wink at me, smirking an obviously uncontrollable, devious, simper. 

"Are you trying to put words into my mouth? I know for a damn fact that I never even said that I had a thing for guys. I am sorry if I led you on earlier, but no, I am NOT into guys. You just need to get over yourself, dude. Oh, and don't ever think about calling me baby ever again. Mark my warning." My words come out more vicious than I intended. "Trust me-" Frank pauses, setting his guitar down beside him, onto his bed, "You DO have a thing for guys. You want to know how I know?" Frank questions, moving slowly off of his own bed.