School Boys (Ferard)

I Really Am.

Gerard's POV

I hugged back softly because of the horrible pain in my ribs from the beating. I pulled back and looked in the mirror seeing my bruised draw. "Ewh!" I yelped at the blood stains and purple bruises.

"Here let me," Said Frank reaching for a paper towel and cleaning my jaw. Mikey looked at him strange but shrugged it off. "Are you alright?" Asked Frank as he wiped me off. "Yeah im fine.. I'll just go home and let you guys get back to your day.. thanks for the help Frank, it was nice meeting you."

Frank quickly grabbed my wrist making me come to a stand still. "Mikey can we take him?" Mikey shot Frank a look of confusion and Frank put his lip out in a childish pout. "Fine whatever," Said Mikey putting his arms up in surrender.

Frank excitedly pulled me down the street. "May I ask where were going?" Frank giggled, "We drop Mikey off at Jessica's and I normally go back home and go back later then we do stuff." I nodded and quietly followed. Alone time with Frank seemed like a nice idea.

After leaving my brother with his whore, me and Frank set out on the walk to his house. "So y'all skip every day?" I asked curious for some dirt on my brother. "No just days that Mikey gets in fights.." I felt a smile on my face. "Does he get in fights every day?" Frank looked over, "Quit that." Frank said quickly. "Quit what?" I asked trying to sound innocent. "Trying to get Mikey in trouble."

I giggled a little, "Why? He doesn't give a damn about me. Why should I be nice?" Frank sighed. "He does care about you, he's just mad.." I stiffened a little feeling pangs of guilt. "The world." Frank said simply.

I felt somewhat like a jerk but tried not to show that.  "I guess I mess a lot of things up.. I've been really set on figuring out why he didn't care." Frank laughed a little. "Come on, if he didnt care, he would not have just gotten his first write up for the year." I nodded a little and looked ahead. "What'd Mikey say? Ya know before he.. helped me." I said curious about just how much my brother did care.

"He looked over when he heard Jonathan slam your locker and he waited to see If you fight back. When you didn't he said, 'I gotta help him' and he ran off. He made sure that I helped you." So Frank was told to help.. he didn't feel the same butterflies. "I didn't know it was a plan.." I said quietly. "I'm glad I helped you Gerard," Frank looked over at me. "I really am."