Now - A Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter 7- Fear

Gerard’s hand grabs my shirt, dragging me out of my hiding space. "What did your little homo friend do to my brother" he growled, boiling with rage. "Nothing" I mumble, avoiding his gaze, "so Mikey was lying then?" Gerard narrowed his eyes. I try to take a step away but he effortlessly holds me still, "uh, kind of?" I say, looking at the floor, apparently that was the wrong answer. "What?!" Gerard shouts, pushing me backwards, I climb to my feet, slowly walking backwards, "he was, um, staring at Ryan's boyfriend so he got angry" he began walking towards me, "What did he do" I carried on walking backwards, trying to put as much space in between us as I could, "He shouted at him" I say trying to sound confident, but I ended up just sounding scared, "If anyone does anything like this again, I will find out and don't think for a second that I won't come straight to you because I will and when I do, I will beat the living shit out of you, understood?"

Something about that had really got to me, all of the fear that was consuming me just seconds ago had been completely replaced by rage. I took a step forward and looked up at him, glaring. He seemed slightly taken aback by my new found confidence, his face twisting in confusion. I folded my arms and laughed, "You've got to be joking!" I spat, "You're going to beat me up because your brother can't keep his eyes off someone else's boyfriend?!" I walk to my seat and sit down, giving Gerard the dirtiest look I could. "And you say I'm gay." I feel pride begin to well up inside me as I knew i had won this argument. Gerard's face dropped, "Mikey's not gay" he mumbled, not looking at me, "why would it matter so much if he was?" I say, deliberately trying to make this as embarrassing for him as possible. He brings his hand up and pushes his long hair out of his eyes "drop it frank" he sighs, sounding defeated, fingers tugging on the greasy strands. "Why?" He turns his back on me and walks to a desk in the second row "I said just fucking drop it, this conversation is over" I couldn't see his face but I knew he was upset. I smirked to myself, I had found his weakness. I go back to my sketchbook and beginning to draw, sitting in silence until the rest of the class enter.

The lesson itself was reasonably dull, as per usual Miss Beckett was late, coming in 10 minutes after everyone else and making more noise than I thought was humanly possible. She sat down at the cluttered desk and muttered a meaningless apology before taking out her laptop and ignoring us completely. About halfway through the 'lesson' she left “to get tea”, leaving us to continue the work on our own. I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and check my messages, there was one from my mum and one from an unknown number. I open the one from my mum first;

Hi frank, i hope you're having a good day. Make sure you look after Gerard and Michael, they don't know anyone and might get lost. You know how it feels to start a new school with no friends to go about with, so watch out for them. See you later xx

I scoff, Gerard's only been here less than a day and is already friends with at least some of 'Jocks' whereas I’ve been here most of my school life and I’m still stuck on the worst table with probably less than 5 friends. Mikey seems ok but he’s completely alienated himself from our group. I laugh inwardly again at the lunch incident, you never look at Brendon, especially if Ryan's there, it was almost like a rule. Ryan was ridiculously over protective sometimes, it doesn't matter who you are, if he sees you 'flirting' with his man there would be trouble. I remember last year, Hayley, a girl in the year below with extremely bright orange hair bumped into Brendon in the corridor, she apologised hurriedly, picking up the book he had dropped and handing it to him, "Nice shirt" she said, gesturing towards the blink t-shirt he was wearing, he smiled at her but before he could reply one of Ryan's skinny arms wrapped around his waist "Yeah, he looks great in it," Ryan said, playing with the hem, causing it to ride up slightly, "he always wears my shirts after he stays at mine, mind you, that’s only because we've thrown his one across the room and lost it the second we enter my bedroom" he winked at her then turned to me, I was genuinely worried that I might pass out from laughing at that point. He walked over to me, Brendon it tow, leaving a bewildered looking Hayley standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall. It was funny, sure, but it did leave all of us with a bad reputation, especially when Ryan started picking fights with people he had no chance of beating.