Make Me Better

"It looks like one of those parties that's going to get shut down in like an hour." I complained, but no one listened to me. Frank tugged on my hand and pulled me towards the shabby looking building. Not only were we in a crappy part of New Jersey, but I really didn't know whose party it was, which only made me a bit nervous. I wasn't really supposed to be out, anyways, my dad asked me to stay home with my mom. Earlier today, she was having a couple aches and pains, but she was the one who told me I could go out for a couple hours.

"It reeks of weed and booze." Mikey scrunched up his nose. Gerard grinned, "This is my kind of party." Gee walked away from us, and I felt a bit iffy about him being alone. Partying was fun, but this just seemed like trouble.

"Why is this guy always around?" Frank asked. I looked away from the crowd of people next to me, who seemed to be playing strip poker. I looked up at Frank, following his fierce gaze.

I sighed a little, feeling a bit shocked and confused, "And why is he talking to Jenna?" I asked quickly. Frank looked down at me, "Are you jealous or something?" He questioned, his lips in straight line.

I shook my head at him, "No! It's just weird, why would they be talking?" Frank loosened his grip on my hand, making me frown slightly. "Why does it really matter? Does it bother you that your ex-boyfriend is talking to Jenna?" He asked. I was taken aback, I stood there for a moment, looking at Frank.

I whispered, taking a step closer to him. "Why are you getting mad? I never said those things, all I said-"

"Oh!" Jenna clapped her hands, "If it isn't these two!" She shot me a huge flashy smile. Cooke was standing right next her, and I could feel the tension rising up, as the four of us stood there silently.

"Olive." Cooke grinned.

"Hey." I said reluctantly, glancing over at Frank. I had sort of wanted to ask why in the hell was he talking to Jenna. I wasn't jealous, not at all, but Jenna sucked and I would feel bad for Cooke if he actually had a thing for her. I looked over at Jenna, who was still smiling, which probably meant she was up to no good.

"So, what are you two doing here?" I asked casually.

"I thought you didn't care." Frank mumbled. I ignored him and looked from Jenna and Cooke, patiently waiting for an answer.

"Just talking." Cooke shrugged. He looked at me for a moment, a smile forming on his lips, "We should catch up."

"Stay away from her." Frank grasped my forearm and pulled me backwards, I grunted lowly. He stood in front of me, shielding me from Cooke's view.
"You're too protective, mate. Let the girl make her own decisions." Cooke retorted.

"The last time she was alone with you, you fucking kissed her," Frank said in a low voice, " And if I recall correctly, that didn't end well for you."

"Ok, stop." I mumbled, tugging at Frank's sleeve. I walked around Frank, looking towards Cooke, "I'll see you later." I grasped Frank's hand in mine and pulled him away from Jenna and Cooke.

"I'll see you later?" Frank questioned. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "I-... It just slipped out. I don't plan on being anywhere near Cooke." Frank didn't say anything and I had feeling he was mad. I looked away from his face, looking around, hoping to see Ray, Mikey, or Gerard.
I was still wondering why Jenna and Cooke were talking, I didn't even know that knew each other, the fact that my ex boyfriend and Frank's ex girlfriend were talking; was just a tad bit weird.

"I want to go home." Frank mumbled. That wouldn't be such a bad idea, I was starting to get a little worried about my mother, it was wrong of me to leave her alone.
"Yeah, me too." But we didn't leave, because Gerard found us and tricked Frank into taking a couple shots. I didn't object, because, well, he could do whatever he pleased. I had wanted to go home, but Frank was my ride. Gerard was drunk, and Mikey wouldn't drive me home unless Gerard decided to come along. I was starting to get a little irritated, Frank was buzzed, and this party was the last place I wanted to be.
I thought of calling my dad to come pick me up, but I knew he would give me hell for being at a party like this.

"I want to go home." I whispered to Frank. He mumbled something incoherent. I sighed loudly, I walked outside and onto the patio. I dug around my bag, looking for my phone. I knew that making my mom come pick me up, was a little selfish, since she was supposed to be resting; but I had no other choice, I had to call my mom or I had to be stuck here. I called her, asking her to come pick me up and I also apologized, she didn't seem to mad or bothered, which made me feel a bit better.
I walked back in, spotting Frank with Gee.

"I'm leaving, my mom is going to come pick me up, I'm going to be waiting outside." He was barely paying attention to what I was saying.

"Don't do anything stupid." I warned. His hazy eyes met mine,

"Never, babe." He smiled at me sloppily, making my smile a little.