We All Go To Hell

Chapter Fourteen

Waking up the next day seemed to be the hardest task yet. I hadnt slept all that well last night, not for any specific reason. I guess ive just been worried about Frank and whats been happening with his mom. But like he said, I shouldnt worry- maybe it's for my own good.

Frank and I walked into math class together, hand in hand, ignoring the looks we got.

I know it was hard for Frank to do, or at least I thought it was, considering what happened last time I tried to be affectionate with him in public.

He wouldnt do that again though, I hoped he wouldnt at least.

I sat down in my normal seat, Frank beside me. Mrs. Gray wasn't here yet, probably in the office.

Nick was shooting Frank and I glares, I tried my absolute best to ignore him but when he started whispering to his 'friends' my blood boiled and I was going to explode.

"Listen, you wanna fucking talk, talk to my face."

I spat, turning around quickly to face him.

"Ooh. Way's got his tough boyfriend now so he ain't scared of nothin'!"

Nick sneered, laughing grossly.

By then Frank had turned too, nudging my arm, trying to tell me to chill out, but I was done being treated like shit by the definition of shit.

"No."

I said shortly.

Nick laughed at my sudden burst of confidence,  but I wasnt having it.

Without a second thought, my fist clamped around Nick's shirt, pulling him closer. I have no clue how I was doing this without freaking out and cowering away, but I was and I was going to embrace it.

"What exactly is it that you have a problem with? Me? Yeah, but why? What ever did I fucking do to you? You know, you just look so  fucking pathetic when youre in the halls, bashing in a kids face, meanwhile the kids half your size. What does it matter if you're tough, or cool, or popular?  After high school you'll just be a run down, loser, cleaning toilets for a living!"

My voice raised and so did my temperature.  I was on fire. My fists tingled for some sort of fight.

"Gerard..."

Frank warned, his teeth clenched.

I knew he didnt want me getting into trouble, but who the fuck was he to talk? He once beat Nick up himself.

Nick laughed,  his nose scrunching up in a an ugly manor.

"What are you gonna do, Way? Use your faggot powers on me?"

He snorted.

Wow, what a clever come back.

I bit my lip, pushing him back.

Before I could cool down, he was standing, hovering over my desk. Suddenly I'd reverted back to my own cowardly, pathetic self.

"Now what, Way?"

Before i knew what was happening his fist collided with my jaw and I practically fell into Frank.

Quickly I sat back up, standing abruptly and pushing my desk from underneath me.

I swung fast at him but missed, my blood boiling.

He chuckled darkly, throwing another punch but only slightly catching my side.

I threw myself at him, pushing him into a desk behind him. I pressed his face to the desk.

No one in the class seemed to care what was happening, they sort of were entertained.