.toxic lips. [a frerard fanfiction]

~ten~

gerard kept his head down as usual while walking in. he had stayed overtime at his therapists the night before, staying almost til 10 pm. he then couldn't sleep after. he didn't know what to do with all the information he had gotten. but then again, what was he supposed to do?

his heart dropped when he saw frank. he was standing back at his locker with awsten by his side. frank looked absolutely exhausted. his hair was all over the place, his eye bags were treacherous, his eyes itself were bloodshot to the core. he had a bruise on his jaw and an x shaped scar on the bridge of his nose.

gerard sighed as he walked away and to his locker. he didn't realize frank was watching him the whole time. he just kept his head shoved in his locker, thinking.

when he turned around, he saw frank. awsten had his arm wrapped around the smaller boy, pulling him close. he just stared at the sight for a second before frank looked over at him. gerard slammed his locker and headed towards the science lab.

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gerard messed with the keys for a few minutes before prying the door open. he made sure nobody else was watching before he walked in, shutting the door behind him.

he swung the set of keys around his finger for a split second, observing around. he hadn't been here in a while. not many people went to this lab unless they were up to illegal shit or they needed somewhere to fuck. gerard was here for neither.

gerard's head practically snapped to the side when he realized someone else had been in the room with him. to his right, there stood his brother and pete, sitting on a table and talking.

both boys grew dead silent to their realization. mikey almost went into a state of panic, eyes wide and gripping onto the table. pete didn't know what to do. he sat there, looking at mikey for reassurance.

"mikey?" gerard questioned, still staying calm for the moment.

"i-i'm sorry" mikey choked out, tears filling his eyes.

"what are you doing here? you're gonna be late for class." gerard stepped towards them.

"we were just talking, i don't mean to cause you harm, gerard." pete said confidently, ticking gerard off slightly.

"talking... in here?" gerard paused, trying to figure out what exactly they were doing. "were you guys gonna-"

"no! no, i swear we weren't going to do that..." mikey defended.

"unless you're smoking some shit, which is understandable. but.. there's nothing. YOU GUYS WERE TRYING TO FUCK!" gerard grew furious, getting right up in the boys' face.

before anyone could say more, pete lost it. he kicked gerard right in the face, causing him to fall back into the table. gerard took the back of his hand and wiped the blood from his nose, twitching and flying back up. he tackled pete, slamming him down onto the table.

mikey got stuck inbetween crying and pulling gerard off of his friend, yet gerard just threw mikey back. gerard dug his nails into pete's face, making sure to puncture every crevice he could. pete was screeching in pain, just like music to gerard's ears.

mikey finally got a hold of gerard, dragging him away by his collar. gerard wasn't giving up, kicking and being as violent as ever. even with this, it was too late. pete was practically torn to shreds, bleeding all over. gerard was laughing as mikey ran to his friend, crying over him.

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mikey ran out, trying to keep pete propped up on him. everyone saw the sight, freaking out. frank, dallon, tyler, josh, and awsten all ran over, going into a serious state of panic. tyler was sobbing all over josh. dallon couldn't bare to watch. awsten was trying to help mikey prop him up. and frank stood there in complete and utter shock.