Frerard :This Is Reality: 5

FRANK'S POV

English droned on and on. Endless it seemed. Mr. Clark called us up to receive the short story we had to write yesterday. I took mine, glowering down at the A+ on the paper. Not only was I the emo fag now. I was a nerd, too! Hoo-fucking-ray…
   I shuffled back toward my seat behind Gerard. "Fucking fag," a guy hissed. I stopped a step from him. I turned my head to see him snickering and bumping knuckles with surrounding guys.
   I smiled, a gorgeous plan blooming in my mind. I sank down to a crouch and tapped his shoulder. He whirled around and looked at the blank air where I stood. I balled my hand into a fist and thrust it into his gut. "Next time think about calling me a fag when you're most likely daydreaming about a threesome with your... um... friends."
   The jock gagged and gulped in lung fulls of air as if he were a fish. I rose and walked to my seat before Mr. Clark could see me. I slumped in my seat, covering my devilish grin his my hand. Gerard offered his hand for a high-five over her shoulder and I gratefully slapped it.
   The jock recovered and lurched to his feet. He stormed down the aisle, his nostrils flaring. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me to my feet. Usually I would be freaking out, but I don't know... adrenaline?... coursed in heavy doses through my veins. I smiled, that devilish grin still on my lips.
   "Mr. Clark! This little fucking ... this gay faggot...  this little bastard punched me in the fucking stomach!" he yelled, his vile breath splashing in waves on my face. I looked over the jock's shoulder to see Mr. Clark's eyes widen in terror as he observed my little... predicament.
   He shook his head to recover and swerved from behind his desk, waving papers in the air frantically. "Brian Roads! Release Frank at once! At once I say, at once!"
   Brian set me on my feet gently. I looked back to see Gerard looking ahead angrily, his hands curling and uncurling in and out of fists. I sat in my seat barely listening to Mr. Clark go off on the jerk.
   "Gerard?" I asked. Gerard turned, his face hard. He shook his head and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. He was pointing at the guy. But that's not what I was looking at. "Gerard! Your hand... It's bleeding!" I cried. I got up and shoved Brian aside. "Mr. Clark, I demand that you let me take Gerard to the nurse. His hand is bleeding."
   Mr. Clark nodded absently and turned his attention to Brian. He continued his lecture. He thought the guy was lying. He didn't believe that I had punched him, not at all. Which I didn't blame him. I was almost half the guy's size and I was scrawny.
   I grabbed Gerard's arm and towed him toward the office. "Which way is the nurse's office? Gerard?" I stopped at turned to look at him. He was staring at the floor. He was trembling in anger. His jaw was set and the blood was still trickling from his fist.
   "Gerard?" I wondered. I let go of his wrist, setting my hands on his shoulders and trying to look into his eyes. Gerard grabbed my arms and pinned me to a wall, his mouth covering mine. He turned his head this way and that, trying to get closer.
   In a normal situation I would have shoved off the guy and ran down the hall, hot tears in my eyes. I would be appalled that the guy would immediately assume I'm gay. But... I didn't feel or think that. Gerard wasn't kissing me because he thought I was gay or he wanted to tease me. He kissed me because he wanted to, because he liked me.
   I stared at him with wide eyes, a warm blush creeping across my cheeks. I let my eyes flutter closed and sunk into the kiss. I cautiously set my hands on his hips, moving my mouth with his. I was kissing him tenderly, but he was passionate as if he were starving, hungry for me.
   I tried to speak at the intermissions of his kisses. "Gerard... Gerard... Gerard!" I cried. He pulled away.
   "I...I'm sorry... Frank... I...," he murmured. He turned away quickly, wrapping his arms around his stomach like an insecure child. He ran a hand through his hair and took a few shaky breaths.
   I walked around so I could look him in the eye. I wrapped my arms around him, my head on his shoulder.
   "Don't... Don't be. I just couldn't breathe...," I said sheepishly. Gerard shuddered with muffled giggles and hugged me close, burying his face in my hair.