𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 (𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘐𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

*13*

|Y/N POV|

Today is Monday.. yeah. Frank hasn't spoken to me since he took me to the party on Saturday. I'm so stupid. I genuinely thought Frank was different, maybe he'd apologise to me or see me in person to check that I was okay? I mean.. I was the person he brought to the party and he didn't end up driving me home.

I continue my morning routine, put my uniform on and fix myself up in the mirror, looking a little more dead than usual considering yesterday's massive hangover.
I pack my bag, sling it over my shoulder and ignore my mom's goodbye, walking out the door.
I still wasn't talking to her, she really hurt my feelings, this happens at least once a month and this time around I won't forgive her.

I walk through the fancy school gates and avoid eye contact with everyone, until Crystal spots me and decides to catch up with my speed walking across the school turf. She grips the handle of my backpack, pulling me backwards, making me stumble on my legs, almost falling backwards. Fucking hell.

I turn around and face the blonde haired bimbo.
"What do you want from me Crystal." My voice is filled with sarcasm.

"How dare you embarrass me on Friday? Did you think it was funny?" Crystal's friends crowd behind her, making me shrink on the spot. "I know what all boys want, and Frank is the same as every other book on the shelf." she smirks and flicks her hair over her shoulder before shoving me away and walking off. Her friends giggling behind her.

Great. Little did she know though, apparently me and Frank aren't on speaking terms.. fuck, I hope he isn't at his locker, thankfully I have math with Patrick first session.

I scan around the hallway and make sure Frank isn't at his locker before I make my way over to my locker, packing my books away as fast as possible before making my way to the math classroom.

I see Patrick already sitting at his desk, happily sketching some more frogs onto the front of his math book. He looks up and smiles as I make my way over.

"Hey Y/n how are you feeling?" Patrick puts his pen down and turns to face me.

I sigh, "Yeah i'm good, could be better though. I was super hungover yesterday and Frank didn't drive me home Saturday I had to get a ride with Gee and a passed out Lindsey." I giggle when I remember how tired Lindsey was in the car.

Patrick looks down "oh that's what Pete was talking about.." I look up and shoot him a confused glance, "I think maybe, you should try speaking to Frank.. Pete told me Frank went over to Gerard's house yesterday to explain something?" Patrick's eyes meet my confused stare.

"What? How does Pete know this?" I pull out my book as the teacher walks in.

Patrick had to stop and think for a second, "Uhm.. Pete and Mikey.. they were hanging out Sunday when Frank came over to speak to Gerard." Patrick blushes a little and we turn our attention to the teacher who started the lesson.
That was a little weird but i'm not gonna judge because I did see Pete and Mikey making out on the sofa at the Party..

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The bell rang, Patrick and I walked out of the classroom and down the hall together. Shit, I forgot Frank had class with Pete.
I look down the hallway and see Frank and Pete together and my heart stopped beating when I saw how upset Frank looked. His hair was messy and he didn't look like himself, all the colour gone from his face.

I felt horrible looking at him and I wanted nothing but to give him a hug and tell him it was okay.
Frank's upset gaze met mine and his face took a small blush, he started to walk towards me waving a goodbye to Pete, who gave him a sympathetic smile and patted him on the back.

I quickly turn on my heel and start walking the opposite way as I hear him call out to me, the bell rang for next class but there's no way I'm going.
I find the supply closet and walk in before closing
the door behind me, and slumping against the door.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, "Y/n? Please? I just want to talk to you.. you don't have to forgive me if you don't want." Frank sounded broken, it was my fault.

I shuffle to the side and open the door for him to come in. I look to the floor as he walks in, looking at his scuffed doc martens. He sits down against the door next to me, and begins to fiddle with his fingers.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I'm sorry I- I should've stayed by your side at the party and it was really stupid of me to trust Jamia. I know you won't believe me but, Jamia was a rebound for me ages ago and, she pushed me against the corridor and didn't stop when I told her to.. I'm also sorry for not driving you home and taking care of you like I promised.. fuck i'm such a shitty person. I don't expect anything from you I just want you to know that I care about you so much and it's okay if you don't want to be my friend anymore because I fucked up royally.." His breathing began to turn shaky and I turned my head to look at him, my eyes meeting the tears streaming down his cheeks.

My body acted before my mind did because I pulled him into a tight hug, the gateway on his tears finally opening as he began to sob uncontrollably into my shoulder. He shifted on the linoleum floor and wrapped his arms around my waist, continuing to sob and let out shaky sighs, I started rubbing slow circles in his back, I know he needed to cry, seeing him so torn up like this was heartbreaking but I know he'll feel better after crying.

After a long time, Frank's sobs became quiet and his breathing returned to a normal pattern, I slowly pull away from my tight embrace and look at his face, His beautiful eyes bloodshot and puffy and his cheeks red.

"Frank, You're my best friend and I love you, I hate seeing you upset and I hate not being friends with you." I cup his face and wipe the tears away from his cheeks with my thumbs.

His lips curling into a smile and he tackle hugged me tight. "I love you too."