LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL

chapter 29

Frank's POV

Blood trickled from my split lip and I licked the blood off. The coppery taste of it was left on my tongue. Before I could realize it, Gee grabbed my hand and dragged me out the back yard. He ignored the two guys yelling to come back.

"What the fuck were you thinking!," he basically yelled at me as we got outside the school. Until now we were quietly walking to, probably his house. I didn't say anything, I kept quiet. Mostly because I didn't want to discuss it and because everything hurt me.

"Seriously Frank, what the hell? You can't just beat up people, because you're jealous. I don't know you like that," he said, sounding mad. The last sentence sounds calmer, but disappointed was showed in his voice. "I'm sorry," I quietly said and kept my eyes on the ground.

He sighed and kept walking. As we got to their flat, we walked up the stairs to their apartment and he led me to his room. "What are you doing, we were supposed to be in school?," I asked and turned to him. He sat down on the bed and I was standing in the middle of his room.

"Frank, I cant keep going on with this shit. Can't you see it? It's hard for me to keep calming you down and I'm sick of your stupid jealously. I'm friends with Bert and I don't care what you think about it," he sternly said and looked up at me. He had a serious expression on his face and I knew he was serious about it. "It's not stupid! I'm sorry I fucking want to have you as my boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes and pressed his tongue against his cheek. "Yes okay, I get it, but you can't just fucking start a fight over that! How many times have I told you that we're just friends, but clearly you don't trust me!,"

I shake my head, "please don't yell at me." I bit down on my lip and spoke again, "I do trust you,"

"No, you don't! If you did, none of this would happen and I wouldn't have to worry with who I hang out with! Now I have all that shit up on me!," he snapped at me and stood up too. He was furious and was looking straight at me. I can't believe it's going on again.

"Okay, you know what?," I opened my mouth, but was choked up by angry sobs. I hate being an angry crier. I can't even argue. "Leave it," I said and turned around to leave. He didn't try to stop me and I just walked down the stairs and outside, straight to the park.

As I got to there, I sat down on the nearest bench, opposite of the flat he lives in. "You've got a cig?," I asked the girl with dark green dreadlocks who was just walking past. "Aha," she said and plopped down next to me. She lit it up and handed me it. "Thanks," I said and took it. I exhaled the smoke up in the air. It's been a while since I smoked. It tasted a bit bitter at first and it accidentally got in my nose, but I felt better. Relaxed and for a moment I forgot about the fight.

"You shouldn't smoke," she said after some time and giggled a bit. I glanced up at her. Frankly, she didn't look any older than me. So, maybe 16 or 17. "Neither should you," 

She shrugged. "So, what's up dude?," she asked after some time and turned to me with a small smile on her face as she exhaled the smoke again.

"What's up with you?," I asked her back without answering. She sighed, "boyfriend problems." I sighed too and took another puff, "yeah, tell me about it,"

"Really?," she asked and raised her eyebrows. "At least I'm not alone." I chuckled and nodded. "So, you two had a fight or something?," I asked her and she shook her head. "Well yeah, you could say so. Anyways, what about you?,"

I took it out and flicked off the smoke and burned part of it. The blood mixed with saliva got on the end of it, but I just let it. I don't care if I'm here with a busted lip, smoking and look awful. "Mhm,"

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"Can I get another one?," I asked her after I threw the second one on the ground. She groaned, but handed me one. "That was my last one, but you probably need it more than me. Besides, you're nice."

"Thank you, I could say the same. We can share the last one," I said and took a puff of it, before handing to her and then vice versa.

"Seriously, are you going to solve shit between him and you?," I asked her as she handed me back the cig. "Ya I guess. Or just break up with him, I'm sure it'll be the easiest thing to do, ya know?"

"Well if you don't love him, then yeah. It would make sense," I say and as I was handing her the almost done cig, I burned my fingers on it and ended up dropping it. Well fuck.

"Sorry," I said and she just made a gesture with her hand. "It's cool, I had enough anyways Yeah, thanks for that advice," she said and smiled at me again.

"Don't mention it," I said and I could feel the dry blood on my lips. There was some on the tip of my fingers, which were burned and it stung. Fuck, fuck.

"Do you love him?," she asked me the same question and curiously looked at me. I stayed quiet for some time, trying to ignore the pain and just think about it. It took me some time, until I answered. "Yeah, I do."

"You don't sound so sure," she mentioned. "I am, it's just the shit that's on us. Well, mostly me right now," I said and shrugged. I looked up at his window, but I knew he can't see us. He lives in the 5th floor. "What are you looking at?," he asked, nudging at me.

"Meh. He lives up here, that's his room window," I answered and pointed at it. "What's his name?," she asked a grin came across her face.

"Gerard, why?" She smirked at me, "oh nothing." Before I could say anything, she stepped on the bench. "You're an idiot Gerard! This little asshole here," she pointed at me, "loves you!" she yelled in the direction of his window. "And you shouldn't let him smok-",

"Shush stop, he can't hear you," I said and pulled her down, before she could finish the sentence. He doesn't need to know about the smoking part. "I'm trying to help you out!," she said in a serious tone, but ended up breaking in laughter.

"What's your name?," I asked her and I Before I could say anything, she stepped on the bench. "You're an idiot Gerard! This little asshole here," she pointed at me, "loves you!" she yelled in the direction of his window. "And you shouldn't let him smok-",

"Shush stop, he can't hear you," I said and pulled her down, before she could finish the sentence. He doesn't need to know about the smoking part. "I'm trying to help you out!," she said in a serious tone, but ended up breaking in laughter.

"What's your name?," I asked her and I couldn't help but to laugh. "Indigo,"

"That's a cool name, I'm Frank."

She fake coughed, "okay well Frank. You're an amazing person and hopefully you solve out the shit with your beloved one," she said in a rather seriously voice, but I knew she was half joking about it. "The same goes to you Indigo,"

She quickly hugged me, "ya I'll try. Here, just take this," she said and handed me another cigarette. "You said you don't have any," I said and lightly hit her arm.

She shrugged, "I'm full of surprises. But seriously, that's the last one and you better use it," she added and opened her bag.

"Give me the lighter then,"

She lit up the cigarette and I got it in my mouth again. "This was great, but I should go home. I guess I'll see you around then. I'm almost always here, so just come around," she said and gave me another hug.

"Good luck," I said to her, before she walked away. I exhaled the smoke and glanced back at his window, before heading home as well