High School Is the Least of Our Worries.

Gerard

Darkness all around me, surrounding, crushing my fragile body. All I can feel is the endless pain, more intense than ever before. I don’t remember anything after Brad’s first kick to my stomach. Eventually, the pain starts to die down, and I can open my eyes again. I peer through my eyelids, and immediately shut them again as the light blinds me.

I hear echoes of a voice in my head, asking if I’m okay, if I’ll be alright. No-one’s ever asked that before. I open my eyes fully, taking in Frank’s beautiful face, his face brightened by the sun.

“Frank,” I whisper hoarsely, my throat dry and sore.

“Gerard, I’m glad you’re ok,” he answers, smiling with relief. He still leans over me.

Without thinking, without knowing the consequences, I kiss him.

Oh … fuck.

Frank.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” I say to him, smiling in relief. He leans up slightly as I’m leaning over him. He then without warning, leans closer and presses his dry lips to mine. I kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck before realisation dawns on me. I jump away, my eyes wide as I stand up muttering into my hands.

Oh my god.

He kissed me.

Oh my god.

I kissed back.

Oh my god.

“I’m not gay,” I whisper, rubbing my face in frustration.

Gerard

Did I just dream this? Did the most beautiful fucking guy in the world just let me kiss him? This is unreal. Frank, the uber-jock, the one who called me a fag, the one who hated me for being me, kissed me back.

He had the reaction I expected him to have. Jumping back, eyes darting either side, telling himself that he wasn’t gay, yet unsure. But I felt something wonderful in that kiss, as if someone actually cared about me; it was the best kiss in the world.

But, will everything change now?

I stand up, touching his shoulder, “I’m sorry, Frankie,” I whisper. He backs away from me, eyes widened with fear, and just looks at me. I can only hope he felt something too in that kiss.

The only thing I can think so say is, “I’ll meet you after school. Back to yours, yes?” while he nods. He walks away, as if in a daze, and I look after him. I call after him, run to him, pull him behind a nearby tree. I can’t take it anymore. I kiss him again, deeply and more passionately than the last. This time, he doesn’t pull away.

Frank.

I give in. I let him do it. I pray to god that no one can see us. His tongue probes my mouth and I grant him entrance. I have no idea what I’m doing right now. My heart is racing and my mind in spinning. I wrap my arms around him to steady myself.

He holds me tightly, our tongues dancing lightly. He lets out a tiny moan of my name and I pull away, panting heavily, sweat coating my forehead.

“What is this?” I whisper, pressing our foreheads together, knowing that no one in the main building can see us from here

I’m so fucked.

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

I’m not gay!