You're beautiful to me ||Frerard + Petekey||

Chapter Four: They burn cause they are all afraid

Lunch time; Frank's least favorite time of day. It was a time of temptation, bad habits and hiding in corners to avoid being seen. Although this time, he actually didn't mind being seen, since it was by Gerard. The cherry-haired boy had spotted Frank, lunch tray in hand, and waved him over to his little corner. Frank had been happy to join him, which left them where they were now; hiding from the world in their little corner while people threw their food around more than ate it.

"Aren't you getting lunch?" Gerard asked, looking over at Frank's empty hands while taking a bite of spaghetti. It took a moment for him to process why that was a bad question to ask, but Frank just shrugged it off.

"Nah. I'm not really hungry. Thanks for the concern, though, I guess."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Frank?"

"What?"

"Why don't you eat?"

Frank had to admit: he was a little stumped on how to answer that question. It was just a stupid little question, but it felt like the end of the world to him. What was he supposed to say? That he didn't deserve food? That he was desperate to be thin? That not eating made him feel closer to death, and that's what he wanted?Of course, he couldn't say any of that to Gerard, but it was all the truth. He just didn't want to eat. Why couldn't anyone wrap their heads around that? He give a fuck if he got winded walking up stairs now or he could hardly lift his backpack nowadays. He just wanted to waste away in peace. Why won't people let him?

Frank's train of thought was interrupted by a large banana (yes, a fucking banana) flying through the air, landing directly in Gerard's spaghetti and making sauce fly everywhere; specks of it now dotted Gerard's face, as well as his clothes.

"Hey faggot! Go shove that up your ass!" Someone called, causing laughter to erupt from a table nearby. Gerard sighed softly, shaking his head and setting down the tray; he was lucky he had remembered to grab napkins.

"What the fuck-" Frank started, looking over at Gerard with a scarily calm look in his eye.

"Nothing. Just forget it. They're just being dicks."

"And you're just gonna let them?"

"What? I deserve it."

Frank stood up, a fiery anger igniting behind his eyes as he marched right over, setting the sauce covered banana he had brought with him down on the table. Eight pairs of eyes that belonged to scum of the earth, white trash kids looked over at Frank as he chuckled in a sinister, sickening way that would send chills down anyone's spine.

"Alright, fuckers. Which one of you threw the fucking banana?" He asked, looking up at the occupants of the table while still chuckling scarily.

It took a few minutes for the answer to come, but some kid who actually looked like a fucking idiot stood up, marching over to Frank.

"Why, do you have a problem with it, faggot? Why did he send his boyfriend to defend him? Is he just too much of a pussy to-"

Frank cut him short with a left hook straight to the jaw, sending the other staggering back. He may be weaker than he used to be, but that doesn't mean he won't put up a fucking fight. Frank ran at the boy, grabbing him by his waist and throwing him to the ground. The crowd roared around them, students gathering and watching as Frank punched the kid over and over, pinning the bigger of the two down with his knees.

"SAY YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY, YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD." Frank yelled, punching the boy again before halting his fist right in front of the other's face.

"Go to hell, slut."

Frank's fist connected with the kid's jaw one more time before he was pulled off by a strong hand, a laid voice commanding him to follow, but Frank couldn't hear a thing; his heart beating in his ears drowned everything out, and the terrified look on Gerard's face was all Frank saw as he was dragged away from the crowded cafeteria.

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"You're lucky that he didn't decide to press charges. Otherwise, you'd be in deep shit right now." Frank was genuinely surprised by the fact that the principle was swearing in front of a student, but he figured Mr. Armstrong must be chill about these kinds of things.

"Well, he had initiated it, so-"

"I don't wanna hear it Frank. Just....stay out of fights. And pretend like I gave you a detention so no one gets mad at me. You seem like a good kid, Frank. You just need to get your emotions under control, kid."

Frank stood up, grabbing his backpack and giving the principle a thankful smile. "I'll try, Mr. Armstrong." And with that he walked out into the hallway, his eyes instantly meeting a worried-looking Gerard.

"Is everything okay?" He asked instantly, standing up and walking over to Frank.

"Uh...yeah. Were you waiting for me the entire time?"

"Maybe...."

"Whatever. I'm glad you were worried, but yeah, everything's good. I didn't even get a detention or anything."

"That's good." The two stood in silence for a moment, Gerard's hand shaking a bit from its position incredibly close to Frank's. "Thanks for sticking up for me, by the way."

"You don't need to thank me. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Those assholes needed to be taught a lesson."

And with a fucking adorable giggle from Gerard, the two walked back to class, completely forgetting that they actually had places to be.

Classes could wait.