Your Number One [Frerard]

I was getting ready to propel myself out of the car at top speed. I almost did, but Mikey fell into the backseat trying to keep me from doing that. "I don't want Romeo as my brother! A suicidal idiot in love with a hottie!"

But I did, in fact, jump out of the car. I weaved through the crowd, a pro after years of avoiding the spotlight. I went to find his locker, which I knew the location of it because of a few reasons: one, him and his friends are always swarmed around it, and two, it's almost completely under the staircase. That's where the most scandalous things happen.

I spotted him, and he looked the same as he always did. Except now, I saw his beauty for what it was instead of being jealous of it. I felt my heart turn to mush, it was pounding so hard.

"Frank!" I called to him, when I was about five feet away. He looked up immediately, as if my voice had startled him. His eyes found mine, and in the first second they met, his were tender and loving. I hoped I matched his eyes.

But in the next second, they turned cold.

"Who, exactly, are you?" He snidely asked. I turned around, seeing nobody else facing him. Was he talking to me like that?

"Frank, don't tell me..." Suddenly I understood.

I leaned in closer, so he could hear me. "You truly are evil," I said through my teeth.

I then ran to the bathroom before I could start crying. It wasn't exactly like how it was portrayed in the movies, though; it was less dramatic. I was too upset to care.

As I stared in the mirror, I remembered what Pete had said. "I can't be a hero..." I muttered. I was only a one night stand. He just used me for the sex, getting me fucked up on love. I hated it all.

"Gerard?" I heard that damn voice behind me, and hoped I was hallucinating.

"Get the fuck out!" I didn't care if he was real or not - I wanted him out of my life.

"Gerard, please listen-"

"NO!" I whipped around, getting in his face. "How the fuck could you?!?"

"I don't know what I was doing! I wasn't thinking!"

"Were you thinking when you decided to fuck me?!" I was furious. I'd never been so mad before in my entire life.

He stuttered, trying to find the right words. "Of course I was - I was thinking about how much I like you, how I thought I might've even-"

I held a hand up, refusing to be hurt anymore. "Don't even, you fucker. Don't come near me or my brother ever again."

I stormed out.