Gerard's POV. I was shocked. I mean, I shouldn't be

I was shocked. I mean, I shouldn't be. I'd heard Frank's phone message last night. But I was too upset to reply. And what if he was lying? What if this was another step in his game to play me? He'd already cheated on me , I was sure of it. All those times he said he'd gotten laid, when we hadn't had sex. Who else was he getting sex from? Wait, I didn't want to know. It would hurt more if I found out.

So anyway, I was shocked. Frank had come into work looking like shit. I saw him. I have no idea if he saw me. But he looked terrible. Worse than I did. I'd forced myself to get out of bed this morning. I'd forced myself to smile. On the inside I was wanting to burn down mail boxes, garbage cans and lamp posts.

Right now, Erica was going around telling everyone that Frank was heartbroken, that he loved a guy who didn't love him back. What the fuck was he talking about? I loved him... I think. Well, I loved The Skeleton, and that was one of his personas. I didn't love him as himself. I couldn't. He had caused my life to become a living hell.

I decided today that I wouldn't get in anyone's way and I wouldn't speak to anyone. That way, no one would have any reason to be nasty to me. It seemingly worked. Until lunch time.

I went to go and have a smoke while eating my lunch. Only when I stepped outside, there was Frank, already puffing away on a cigarette. If I didn't really need that cigarette, I would've disappeared. But unfortunately I needed that cigarette bad. As I walked into the courtyard, sitting as far away from Frank as possible, I pulled out a cigarette and clicked my fingers, making a flame appear out of my index finger. There was no use in hiding it from Frank because he already knew that flames could come out of my fingertips. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frank staring at me. He still looked like shit.

Suddenly he stood up. At first, I thought that maybe he was gonna go inside and leave me alone. But unlucky for me, he just moved closer to where I was sitting. He ended up sitting right next to me.

"Look, I need to talk to you. I know that you hate my guts right now, and I know that you have every reason to. But I just want you to know that the only reason I kissed Mikey and chatted him up was because I thought he was The Dark Ninja. Every time I saw him, he was wearing eyeliner. His eyes looked exactly like your eyes when you were in costume. I never even considered the possibility that you could be --" he said, being cut off. I had no clue why. But then I saw Erica standing at the door to the courtyard.

"What are you doing socializing with him?" She asked Frank, looking me up and down. Rolling my eyes, I moved away from Frank and sat on the other side of the courtyard. Frank stood up as she approached him.

"Listen," she said, moving over to Frank. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked him. He shook his head.

"No," he replied.

"Well then, how do you know for sure that you're gay?" she asked him.

"I've watched lesbian porn and couldn't even get it up. Boobs are nice, but they look annoying. They look like they get in the way," he spoke, making me smirk. And Erica had paid all those thousands of dollars to get plastic inserted into her chest only to have them be called annoying by the guy she was crushing on.

"Oh. Well why don't you come to my house tonight. You can confirm whether that's how you feel. It might help to cheer you up," she said. I noticed her hand was gently palming his balls. I felt a pang of jealousy. How dare she touch him like that!

"Uh, I've actually got stuff to do tonight," Frank said, politely wriggling away from her.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" she asked him.

"Oh you know, wash the clothes, vacuum the floor, save the world. That sorta stuff," he said, making her laugh. I dunno why she was laughing. It was after all, the truth.

"Oh you can clean any other time. And you know, I have been told that I'm pretty good in bed," she said, moving close to him again. He desperately glanced at me, who was looking on with an amused look on my face.

"Yeah Frank. Barbie's dropping her standards. Unlike everyone else, you get to do her for free," I said sarcastically. Erica gave me a death glare which I shrugged off. It's not like I'd never received one of those before.

"Look, Erica. You're a really great girl. And any guy would be nuts not to go out with you. But I just don't see girls in a sexual way. I see them as friends, shopping buddies and people to get fashion tips off. I don't want to jump into bed with you. You could get any guy you want. I know for a fact when we go out on the town together, you come home with about 5 numbers off different guys. So why me?" he asked her.

"You're just so perfect Frank. You're so kind and compassionate and sensitive. And you're also hyperactive and funny and smart. And you're gorgeous. I haven't met any guy as awesome as you," Erica confessed. Frank looked speechless.

"Look, I'm really flattered, and it was good that you were open to me about your feelings, but Erica, you're not my type. There's someone I still love. And if he could hear me right now, I would tell him that I was sorry for being such a jackass. But I was true to my word and I have been faithful to him. And Erica, jumping into bed with you would make me unfaithful, because I still consider myself to be with my boyfriend. We haven't officially ended things, so I don't want to do anything in the hope that this guy sees how much I love him and how sorry I truly am," Frank spoke, making tears well up in my eyes. I had heard every word he'd said loud and clear. I stepped out my cigarette butt and walked inside with the rest of my lunch, ignoring Frank and Erica. I was so confused about everything. I needed to think things over.

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