My heart seems to immediately fall down to my stomach when Brendon stand ups and walks away without another word or look. Everyone around the table react to it with widened eyes and gasps.
                              "Fuck, that wasn't really necessary..." Ryan comments and I turn to face him. "Sorry, (n/n)."
                              "Not your fault." I mutter, furrowing my eyebrows as Brendon's question repeats over and over in my mind, making me think about it more and more in so short time.
                              "I..." Dallon, breathes, seeming to be uncertain about what to say. "I'd wait for him to calm down and talk with him again later. He likes you too much to leave like this."
                              "But you could also say he also likes me too much to accept being just a friend, right?" I bite down on my lip looking at the two as waiting for their reaction. With reluctance, they slowly nod.
                              The time from now on is more like a blur - the moments I can really remember about and describe are the times when I tried to talk with Brendon or approach him. He ignored me and walked away, shooting me a look once or twice. Suddenly, I feel like summoning a demon and the whole idea weren't really good after all. I hope Frank doesn't come today - stupid, tho, since he's obviously doing it - or even that all this madness hadn't happened and I had the courage to reject Brendon in the beginning.
                              Okay, but who guarantees Brendon wouldn't react this way if I rejected him in the beginning? - I sigh in frustration as noticing there's no way this wouldn't happen. Maybe I could have given him a chance? I hate how this sounds extremely selfish, but I can't think about him in another way that isn't like a friend and there's why I won't try. We've already gone out and, obviously, he wanted it to be a date, yet I couldn't ever see it like this. Me always interpreting it as friendly hanging out made him eventually  grow impatient and to start nonstop flirting with me. Hell.
                              Finally, the bell signing the end of the classes rings and I head to my locker to grab everything before leaving. I was thinking about trying to talk with Brendon by the end of the class, but it's the best to give him space. I don't want him to feel worse.
                              "Hey." (F/n) says approaching me. Not replying, I simply glance at her then turn to my locker again. "Uh, are you and Bren okay?"
                              Oh. - I try to make my face look as normal as possible, but I'm sure it's looking mostly serious. "Of course." My voice matches my face.
                              She hums understandingly, following me as I close my locker and start to walk. "It's just the way he walked away during lunch and you kept looking..." She trails off, seeming to wonder about the situation.
                              I mentally huff; as if the situation isn't stressful enough, she shows up to annoy. "It's not all the time people are in good terms, okay?" I say tiredly.
                              "So there's something." She states in a concluding tone; eyeing me carefully, looking for a mood alteration in me. I purse my lips and sigh, finding it ridiculous how she acts like if she just fund a gold mine. "Is it still about...?" She doesn't say it completely, but it's enough for me to understand she means about my relationship with Frank. She trails off as we cross the main building's entrance and come across a small group of people that chat while standing next to a wall.
                              Continuing my way to the gates with the girl still trailing along, I remain in silence for a few seconds, wondering about what to say. "It's everything okay, alright? Don't worry." I breathe; in really, just wanting to tell her to fuck off.
                              (F/n) is about to say something, but is interrupted when my name is called once we step past the gates. Frank approaches with a smile and pecks me on the cheek as I mutter a small greeting against the side of his face. "Oh, hi!" (F/n) smiles, pulling him for a short hug. He shoots me a questioning look which I ignore, furrowing my eyebrows a the scene that obviously doesn't please me. I step to his side and take his hand in mine once she moves away. "So-"
                                      
                                  
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30 days with a demon | Frank Iero x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) decides to summon a demon to be their fake boyfriend so they wouldn't need to go out with a guy who kept repeatedly asking them to do so. Obviously, summoning a demon isn't the best way to solve your problems and how will they deal with all th...
