~six~

gerard stumbled through the halls, his eyes falling right onto brendon. he was leaned up against lockers, talking to ryan. ryan was the bookworm of the school, having read the whole harry potter series, along with the percy jackson, the hunger games, and some others. ryan himself didn't talk much due to always having a book shoved in his face.

gerard kept walking, making eye contact with almost every kid. he had a menacing stare, making everyone feel some sort of fear and pain. well, mostly everyone. he still wasn't so sure about frank.

during the five minutes he had been in this hell hole, he hasn't seen frank at all. gerard walked up and down throughout the hallways, looking for him. but he didn't see him.

a smirk grew on his face as he got an idea, gripping the blade hidden in his pocket. gerard sneaked off to the bandroom. he turned one way and another, making sure nobody could see him. that would only raise more suspicion, possibly getting him suspended again.

he then saw frank through the crack in the door, sitting peacefully. he was looking up at the boy again, listening intently.

"frank.. it's not that bad."

"yes it is. it's really, really bad. and you know it."

"it could be worse."

"but.. aw-awsten-"

frank started lightly crying, laying his head in the taller's boy's neck. gerard stared at it for a while, growing acrimonious at the sight.

gerard got caught off guard when he saw the other boy plant a kiss onto frank's forehead, making frank blush. gerard kept his teeth clamped together and his fists clenched, ready to snap at any time.

frank suddenly broke down crying harder, scooting away from the boy. everytime awsten tried approaching him, he cried louder until he didn't approach him again. gerard stared hungrily at him, loving the pain frank was going through.

"what is it." gerard whispered, though he knew neither of them could hear what he was saying.

frank looked up, facing the door to the office. almost hypnotized, he got up and walked inside. awsten followed after, springing up out of his chair. once they were both inside, gerard snuck back in and locked the door.

"could you leave me alone for once!" frank screamed, hearing a thumping sound after. gerard didn't wanna get too close so he wouldn't get caught, again.

"frank, i'm just worried about you." awsten said defensively.

"well, don't worry about me!" frank yelled back, hearing the distinct anger in his voice.

"fine. you're gonna be late to class anyway, so have fun." awsten sighed, walking out the opposite way without noticing gerard.

"scary." gerard teased, popping out from the doorway. frank turned around and they met eyes.

"how long have you been there?" he asked calmly, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"i was listening to you guys talk from out in the hallway." he shrugged.

"you just have to know everything i do, don't you?" frank raised an eyebrow, hinting on a bit of sass.

"i'm interested in you, frank." gerard looked frank up and down before leaning against the doorframe.

"bullshit- now, do you actually need something?" frank asked.

"what are you afraid of?" gerard stepped out of the doorframe, approaching frank.

"why would i tell you this?" frank retorted.

"oh, i don't know.." gerard grinned.

"i'll get going now.." frank sighed, trying to walk past gerard. yet he held him back.

"not so fast, babe." he sneered, keeping a tight grip on frank's wrists.

"don't call me that." frank said through his teeth.

"i'll call you whatever the fuck i want," gerard held frank's wrist up, pulling back his lips to show his teeth. "ok?"

frank nodded. he felt somewhat controlled by him now, though he didn't like this feeling. that gerard was in charge of him. it pissed him off, but it made him turned on as well.

"you know, frankie-"

"gerard, what the fuck do you want from me?" frank asked as he felt gerard's large hands grab onto his waist.

"you're so goddamn beautiful, and i hate it. i want your fear. i want you to fear me with your life. so you can drag your little ass out of here and back to wherever the hell you came from." gerard grabbed frank by the throat.

frank threw his head back, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. which he did. gerard ran his thumb across frank's bottom lip, sending chills down the smaller boy's spine. gerard then licked his thumb clean, smiling innocently.

"what the fuck is going on!" a voice came from behind the two, making them snap around.

awsten was standing there, confused yet pissed. he took  a view seconds to observe everything. then, he swung at gerard with all his force. he hit him dead on, making his nose bleed promptly.

gerard fixed his posture, bring the back of his hand to his nose. he then shot up a fiery glare at awsten, seeing only pure regret in his eyes. the rest of his body showed panic, which excited gerard.

he didn't hesitate before swinging back at awsten, knocking him straight to the ground. frank grabbed gerard by the arms before he could do any more damage, slipping his small hands into gerard's.

awsten struggled to get up, putting his hand over the area gerard had struck him. there was no bleeding but he, sure as hell, would have a huge bruise on his temple. gerard felt the blood drip onto his lips, unable to do anything since his hands were still in frank's.

after a few more exaggeratedly long seconds, frank let go of gerard and stumbled towards awsten. he kneeled down to his height, mumbling things to him. gerard gripped onto the desk, holding himself back.

gerard looked at the clock, noticing it was nearly 15 minute into first period. he then glanced down at frank, who was practically reading his mind. frank nodded and gerard nodded back, walking out the door.

———

"gerard, what happened?" the principal leaned towards him, still seeing the dry blood stains on his lips.

"i was just talking with frank and awsten came in. then he just punched me and i'm pretty sure dislocated my nose, but i hit him back and he fell to the ground but that's all." gerard chewed on his gum obscenely, staring out the window.

"why were you talking to frank?" the principal leaned back in his chair, giving a confused look.

"you're really gonna care about that instead of-"

"no, sorry." the principal stopped him, tilting his head sideways.

"why were you in the bandroom in the first place ?" the principal elaborated, flipping to a new page in a notebook.

"i was curious to where frank had been, since he's always at his locker. so i went there and he was talking to awsten. frank kept saying... he did something bad. then he started crying and then him and awsten got into a fight. then i came in."

"do you know what frank did that was so bad ?" the principal lifted his head, meeting eyes with the hazel-eyed boy.

"even if i did know, i wouldn't tell you shit." gerard gripped onto the arm rests, grunting.

"gerard, i don't think you should've been there." the principal said.

"i know." gerard muttered out.

"i mean, i think you shouldn't go back there. whenever you do go there, it just leads to a huge mess." the principal furrowed his brows, sighing.

"preventing from going to these places won't stop me from doing what i enjoy."

"i understand, but safety for our students is a very important thing, gerard."

"you don't think i can control myself?"

"based on what happened between you, brendon, and frank, i'm not so sure you can."

"then why did you even suspend me?"

"we needed to give you a break to recollect your thoughts and just get fixed up mentally. but, that isn't working."

"sir, i can control myself. if i couldn't, half the kids in this shithole would either be dead or far from this town."

"what you did to brendon was absolutely unacceptable, along with what you did to awsten, and let's not forget frank."

"brendon and awsten both started the fights-"

"what about frank?"

"he's a good subject. he's very.. observant. he just thinks differently than others do and that intrigued me, oh so dearly."

"i think i'm gonna need to separate you two somehow."

"i've been trying to scare him off since day one, sir. i wanna see you try."

there was a few minutes of silence between the two as the principal just wrote information down on the notebook. gerard couldn't get a good look at what he was writing, but his therapist, doctor verne, would know everything.

gerard's head shot up as he heard the door click open, turning around. frank was standing there, not noticing gerard at first.

"mr. scott-" frank stopped, realizing gerard was sitting right there. "i'm sorry, i'll come back later."

"no, it's ok, what did you need?" the principal asked calmly.

"i-i umm.. i was just.... it's awsten- he's leaving. he-he has a... concussion." frank couldn't talk straight, feeling gerard staring up at him.

"damn, i did that?" gerard whispered while smirking down at the ground.

"you've hospitalized many kids, gerard. just nobody tells you." the principal said before focusing his attention back on frank.

"thank you for letting me know, frank. you can get back to class now." the principal smiled up at him, making gerard gawk. frank nodded and looked at gerard, who was smirking up at him. frank bit his tongue and walked out. 

gerard noticed the principal was no longer paying attention to him, writing down things again. gerard took one last look around before standing up and walking out and back to class.