Common People (frerard)

Chapter 3

My hangover was thankfully gone by noon after some coffee and scrambled eggs from the cafeteria. Andy wasn't answering his phone so I figured he was either still sleeping or was cleaning up from the party. I was just heading to my dorm after eating where I found Andy hanging out in the seating area on the first floor.

"Andy?" I asked. "Hi, you didn't answer your calls."

"Were you going to tell me or just pretend it never happened?" He asked.

I frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Bob told me he saw you get into a sports car with another guy," Andy said.

"Oh, no, that was just Frank, he was giving me a ride to the dorms because I was drunk," I said. "Funny story, for some reason I thought his name was Joe and--"

"Shut up," he interrupted. "You think he's better than me because he has a sports car, right?"

"What? No, he isn't better than you," I denied.

"So, you want to break up with me?" He asked.

"N-no, Andy, I don't, I love you," I said. "He doesn't mean anything, I-I barely know him."

"I guess I'm just not good enough for you," he said, walking out.

My lip quivered as I followed him outside.

"Please, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it," I said. "I-it's my fault, I was drunk and stupid and shouldn't have gotten into his car. You're perfect, Andy. I was being stupid. Please forgive me, I'm sorry."

I grabbed his hand to stop him and he turned, slapping me across the face. I whimpered as I held my cheek.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled as I looked down.

"Hey!" Someone shouted.

I looked over at Frank and felt my stomach drop.

"I saw you hit him," he said.

"No, he didn't," I said. "He was getting something off my cheek, you probably just saw it from a weird angle."

"Hey, you're that kid who was being irritating last night," Andy said.

"And you're the a-hole boyfriend who was going to take advantage of him while he was drunk," Frank said. "It's a good thing I brought him back to the dorms where he was away from you."

"Oh, so you're the rich kid with the sports car?" Andy asked. "Wow, not only are you completely irritating but you're also short. How old are you? Is the sports car just to compensate for a small dick?"

Frank crossed his arms. "Do you abuse sweet boys just to feel better about yourself?"

"Hey, even Gerard said nothing happened, I didn't hit him," Andy said. "Now go away."

"I'm not leaving," Frank said.

"Frank, maybe it's better if you just go," I mumbled as I looked down.

"Don't talk to him," Andy ordered.

"You can't just tell him not to talk to somebody," Frank said.

The constant arguing was starting to stress me out more and more. Tears filled my eyes, slowly rolling down my cheeks.

"Just beat it, kid, you've upset Gee," Andy said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Oh really? I'm the one who upset him?" Frank asked.

Andy grabbed my hand, pulling me away with him. I heard footsteps as Frank ran up and shoved Andy from behind. Andy went to go hit him but I pulled him back.