K-12 | Frerard

chapter ten

i had less than one braincell while writing thissssdsgffg

 Gerard was eating lunch with Pete and Lindsey when he'd first start to feel as if something was off.

Shit was always off in his place, but this was different. Something bad was going down, and it was giving Gerard the most awful sinking feeling in his soul. God, why couldn't he make it go away?

"Ugh, my skirt is way too big," Lindsey complained, tugging at the hems of her dress. Fuck, she was so hot – but Gerard knew she was going to the dance with Jimmy. And that only bothered him a little bit, because Jimmy was not fucking good enough for her. Pete, maybe, or Jamia, but not Jimmy.

Gerard glanced over at Lindsey half-heartedly and she squealed, hugging him. "Awe, you're so sweet."

"I- what?" Gerard asked, taking a moment to realize he'd changed her skirt. Shit, he hadn't meant to. "Yeah, you're welcome." Things seemed to be happening on their own more frequently these days, and it was really starting to piss off and intrigue Gerard at the same time. He could just think about something – not enchant it or anything just think – and it'd happen.

For example, Bob had thrown a book at him earlier, and it had exploded into flames before it reached Gerard. Or Gerard hadn't been able to find his pencil in class, and another had just appeared in front of him. It was the strangest fucking thing.

Happens to all of us.

Gerard glanced up to see Ray staring at him from across the room, and he shot him a dirty look. Stay the fuck out of my head.

Christ, alright! The boy yelped, ducking his head down. I'm just saying – if you're getting stronger than you're getting closer to your next life.

Gerard paused. How do you know?

My uncle writes books on these things! Ray grinned from his table. You and Frank probably have a conjoined one though, since you're always together. It's not uncommon, you know, lots of people do. Ray laughed. Also, Frank thinks about you all the time. It's so annoying; there's no off-switch.

I wouldn't mind if you had an off-switch, Gerard scowled. Plus, that's none of your business. Keep your nose in your own shit. Gerard ground his teeth in frustration, and Pete elbowed him, sending sparks of concern up Gerard's arm. "You okay?"

Gerard nodded. "For now."

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Gerard sat in class, picking absentmindedly at the corner of his notebook. Frank was sitting a few desks down, and Gerard couldn't help sneaking looks at him every now and then. They'd barely talked all day, which is the longest they'd been without each other in a while. In fact, Gerard didn't think Frank had even looked at him since they kissed.

Gerard slouched lower in his chair. Okay, SURE, that was slightly his fault. But Frank's entire head had been on motherfucking crack telling him to do it and Frank had been a total cunt after which made Gerard feel a lot less guilty for doing it. And

Frank had been like, SO close to kicking him in the nuts or something which made no sense because this was all his idea and not Gerard's!

He growled, and somewhere outside a bird died. Then Frank had the guts to tell him that it was about Lindsey and not him. Had one fucking thought in his head been about Lindsey? They were touching for God's sake; Frank could read him exactly!

AND FRANK WANTED HIM TO DO IT.

Holy fucking shit, what is wrong with you? Ray's fingers pressed to his shoulder, delivering the message softly. Gerard spun around in his chair, glowering. Go put your thumb in your ass! He fired and Ray punched his arm.