Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Nine

There's smut in this chapter. It will be marked with asterisks (** these guys) per usual if you want to skip it!

There was about a month of hopeless pining. Frank had tried to apologize to me the next time I showed up for class, and I kind of just brushed him off.

It was Thursday and the eve of my birthday. Tomorrow, I was going to stay after school and kiss him. And then show him that it was legal once he protested.

I fell asleep smiling that night.

xXx

**

"Gerard," someone hissed.

I blinked tiredly, looking over at my window. Someone was standing there, and a cool breeze was drifting over me.

"Gerard," I heard again.

Fumbling on my bedside table, I clicked on my lamp. Somehow, Frank was standing there.

"Frank?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep. "Wh-"

I didn't get the chance to say anything else, because he crossed the room and kissed me hard. He climbed on top of me, running his hands up and down my sides. I melted into his touch, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulled away with a short breath and pressed his hips down against mine, grinding roughly. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut and clawing at his back and he reconnected our lips.

The familiar knot in my stomach was building the more he rocked his hips. I slipped my hand between us and into my pants to finish myself off. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned as he started kissing my neck.

"Fuck, yeah," I muttered. "Frank..."

My alarm went off, and I sat bolt upright in bed. I was sure my face was bright red, and I was hard as a fucking rock.

Thank god I had woken up early that morning. I shut off my alarm and rubbed myself fast through my pajama pants, moaning softly and bucking my hips up into my hand. It wasn't enough. I slipped my hand into my boxers, soaked with precome, and pumped myself quickly.

I covered my mouth, furrowing my brows and trying to not make too much noise. My thumb dug into my slit and I bit my hand, moaning quietly. The knot in my stomach was still building. A few more strokes would tip me over the edge...

I moaned and pumped myself through my orgasm, body arching off the bed. I laid there for a few seconds, breathing hard and trying to collect myself. Then I got up and stripped down, cleaning myself off with my shirt.

Shit. Now I just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for a few more hours.

But I had school to get to.

xXx

**

Every single fucking teacher decided it was okay to sing Happy Birthday to me today. I was so tired of it.

At lunch, I bought food with the twenty dollars my grandparents had mailed me, then went to sit with my friends. None of them were at our table, which confused me. Usually at least Katie or Ray was here.

Did they not want to hang out with me anymore?

I waited and looked around for five minutes. It was clear nobody was coming. So I just sighed and pushed my lunch aside. I wasn't even hungry.

"Excuse you, fucking eat." Lindsey sat down across from me.

I looked up. "Where is everyone?"

She bit her lip. "Well, we were trying to get a candle lit, but we almost burnt down the science wing, so everyone is currently trying to salvage the cupcakes we made you and explain to the principal."