I Hate You, I Love You
Chapter 3
Frank's P.O.V
Phil and I stayed in the same spot until the bell rung, indicating that lunchtime was over. I tried to pry the locker open, but without prevail, I gave up in defeat as I let the uncooperative locker door win once again.
"Look, you should go to class. I'll be fine" Phil stated through the tiny holes in the locker
"I can't just leave you here !" I answered desperately as I heard the bustling of students starting to exit their classrooms.
"Frank, listen to me, I'll be fine" he repeated sternly
And as I saw the groups of people starting to walk towards me with questioningly looks as to why I was talking to myself,I had no time to say anything back to him before I sprinted off to my next period class feeling remorse as I left Phil to fend for himself in the cramped space he was trapped in.
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I followed Mikey's indicated directions when I caught a glimpse over at a woman, which I assumed was the teacher, standing at the door as the students filed in the classroom
"Alright, good evening everyone, you know what to do, get to your stations" she greeted merrily
She seemed as enthusiastic as Mrs.Abbot although, this woman seemed way younger and more full of life with her bouncy blonde hair and spunky smile that seemed part of her normal facial expression. Her soft yet unique voice paired well with her bubbly attitude and if I hadn't looked down at my schedule and saw it was an art class I would've still figured it out based on her colorful sense of style.
She seemed to sense that someone was staring at her as she spun around and noticed me looking her way as I gave her a shy wave unsure if I should speak first, until I was cut off from my thoughts once she responded for me
"Hello honey, can I help you ?" She asked, concern lacing her voice as she saw me not moving to go on my way
"Oh um, I think I'm in your class" I said uncomfortably as I handed her my schedule
She scanned it and smiled as she handed me back the piece of paper which confirmed my previous statement
"Come on in Frank, we don't have assigned seats so you can choose to sit wherever there's an open space" she stated as she opened the door just enough for me to walk in
I was greeted warmly by the colorful artwork lined in the walls and the smell of paint that hit me as soon as I walked in and I soon felt more comfortable as I chose my regular seat in the back of the room. As soon as I sat down I looked around at my surroundings. There were a lot more students in this class than normal, which led me to believe that this was a popular subject chosen by students since it seemed the easiest.
I soon found out that the teacher's name was Ms.Lynn. She was the type of teacher that usually lets us use our imagination with projects.We were currently sketching a picture of whatever we thought was the most important thing in our life. I wasn't a good drawer, and I was certainly skeptical about showing her something so personal, but I decided to draw a portrait of my mom. She meant everything to me, and I knew she thought the same about me, too.
As I was hard at work I suddenly remembered about Phil and I immediately felt that pang of guilt resurface as I imagined him still stuck in that damned locker. I knew that even if I did go back that there was no way I could get him out, but I just wanted to make sure he was okay and maybe apologize for leaving him so abruptly.
I slowly approached Ms.Lynn to her desk that was pushed up at the corner of the room, she was currently talking to another student, giving them advice about what they could draw when I interrupted her
"Excuse me, Ms.Lynn ?" I asked quietly, trying not to upset her for cutting her off, but she just looked up at me and smiled warmly
"Yes Frank, is something wrong ?" She asked shifting in her seat and placing all her attention on me
"I was just wondering if I could go to the bathroom" I asked "it's urgent" I added as I pleaded silently in my head that she would believe me.
"Sure, just don't get into trouble" she said jokingly
I jogged out of the classroom and went straight to where I had last left Phil. I struggled to remember my way through the maze of hallways but as I was slowly reaching the corner to the row of lockers I heard a sound of one being opened and I hid behind the wall while peeking down the hall curiously and surprisingly saw Phil being pulled out of the locker by the same person who shoved him into it.
"You're lucky this time" Gerard spoke as he swung the locker closed again as Phil got up and stretched his sore muscles
"And you should stop being an asshole" Phil answered sarcastically yet serious at the same time
Gerard looked angry but he didn't move at all, he just stood there with gritted teeth trying not to lose his cool
"You should leave before you say something stupid" he bellowed
Phil just turned around and ran down the hall without saying another word. I figured he was going to his class since he was already significantly late. I was debating wether to catch up to him or not but he seemed fine and I knew I could apologize later today. I looked back at Gerard who was walking my way and I decided to confront him.
I stood out of where I was hiding and earned a small but distinguishable jump from Gerard which was soon replaced by a blank expression as he saw who I was.
"What was that about ?" I asked with the little confidence I had
Gerard didn't answered, he just stood there, waiting for me to get out of his way as he folded his arms on his chest in annoyance
"Well ? Answer me you asshole ! Why are you so mean to people huh ?" I screamed again, and if I was a little more louder I was sure I would've made a scene
Gerard didn't wait for me to finish when he grabbed be by the arm, putting his free hand over my mouth, shutting me up instantly. He pushed me up against the locker in order to give him my full attention
"Listen, I was going to go easy on you today because you're new, but if you keep screaming in my face like that I promise it won't go well for you" he seethed as he pushed me back one last time and let go of my small body
I stayed there watching him as he turned the corner and I was left there hopelessly for what seemed like the third time today. I looked over at where Gerard was holding my arm. It hurt but it didn't leave a mark like my father's grasp did. I then looked down at my wrist where I saw purple and blue fingerprint markings right where my hand connected to my forearm. I tried touching it but it felt sore.
I snapped back to reality and looked up at a clock and figured I've been gone from class for about 10 minutes now and Ms.Lynn would be wondering where I would be so I shook everything that happen out of my thoughts and headed my way back to art.
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"YOU'RE WHAT ?!" I screamed as I looked over at Mikey in shock
It was the end of the day and after strolling my way back to my locker to pack my stuff away I found Mikey leaning against the locker waiting for me with a not so happy Phil. I can see he was still upset about being trapped in a locker and I couldn't feel more angry at Gerard for it. Mikey insisted on joining me on my walk back home and after being certain that I didn't need the company he dragged me and Phil out of school anyway.
We were currently on the way to my house when Mikey dropped probably the most unbelievable bombshell I've heard in my life
"Calm down, it's not a big deal" Mikey said pushing his glasses up just so they can fall back down to their regular spot on the tip of his nose.
"I cannot believe this" I said trying to wrap my mind around the new information Mikey told me just seconds ago "you're Gerard's brother ??" I asked again, as if I hadn't heard him right the first time.
Mikey just gave me a small nod as he struggled to not slip a laugh as he saw my reaction towards the news. I was still hesitant before I turned to Phil and he gave me a weak smile, assuring me that it was indeed true.
"So, Frank" Mikey started up again, gaining my attention "you wanna go to my house and play some video games ?" He asked trying to change the subject
I was about to accept his offer when I remembered about my dad and I suddenly shook my head "No" earning a questionable look from Mikey
"I can't today, I don't have permission" I explained with an apologetic look on my face.
He seemed to understand as he gave me a small smile before dismissing the topic.
"Well, this is my stop" I suddenly spoke up as I saw my house from the distance.
We had stopped in the corner. My house was to the left while Mikey and Phil's were straight ahead.
We had exchanged numbers incase I changed my mind and decided to go to Mikey house but before leaving I stopped Phil as I knew this was the best time to apologize
"I'm sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have just left you there" I said as I shifted on my feet, hanging my head in shame
He laughed a bit as I looked up with confusion
"Don't worry about it Frankie, I told you I would be okay" he assured me
I was glad to say the least and as we said our last goodbyes, I went on my way to my tiny, half ass excuse for a house. I didn't see my dad's car which was odd since it was almost 4:30 p.m, but I thought maybe he had gotten the job and went out to celebrate somewhere and wouldn't be back til dark. My assumption was correct as I stepped in the cold lonely house and came across a messy written note on the counter which stated that he'd be back by tomorrow morning.
I was considering calling Mikey to see if the offer was still up for video games at his house, but quickly went against it as the thought of Gerard slipped through my mind for the last time that day and I promised myself that I wouldn't want to see the black haired asshole again.
Phil and I stayed in the same spot until the bell rung, indicating that lunchtime was over. I tried to pry the locker open, but without prevail, I gave up in defeat as I let the uncooperative locker door win once again.
"Look, you should go to class. I'll be fine" Phil stated through the tiny holes in the locker
"I can't just leave you here !" I answered desperately as I heard the bustling of students starting to exit their classrooms.
"Frank, listen to me, I'll be fine" he repeated sternly
And as I saw the groups of people starting to walk towards me with questioningly looks as to why I was talking to myself,I had no time to say anything back to him before I sprinted off to my next period class feeling remorse as I left Phil to fend for himself in the cramped space he was trapped in.
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I followed Mikey's indicated directions when I caught a glimpse over at a woman, which I assumed was the teacher, standing at the door as the students filed in the classroom
"Alright, good evening everyone, you know what to do, get to your stations" she greeted merrily
She seemed as enthusiastic as Mrs.Abbot although, this woman seemed way younger and more full of life with her bouncy blonde hair and spunky smile that seemed part of her normal facial expression. Her soft yet unique voice paired well with her bubbly attitude and if I hadn't looked down at my schedule and saw it was an art class I would've still figured it out based on her colorful sense of style.
She seemed to sense that someone was staring at her as she spun around and noticed me looking her way as I gave her a shy wave unsure if I should speak first, until I was cut off from my thoughts once she responded for me
"Hello honey, can I help you ?" She asked, concern lacing her voice as she saw me not moving to go on my way
"Oh um, I think I'm in your class" I said uncomfortably as I handed her my schedule
She scanned it and smiled as she handed me back the piece of paper which confirmed my previous statement
"Come on in Frank, we don't have assigned seats so you can choose to sit wherever there's an open space" she stated as she opened the door just enough for me to walk in
I was greeted warmly by the colorful artwork lined in the walls and the smell of paint that hit me as soon as I walked in and I soon felt more comfortable as I chose my regular seat in the back of the room. As soon as I sat down I looked around at my surroundings. There were a lot more students in this class than normal, which led me to believe that this was a popular subject chosen by students since it seemed the easiest.
I soon found out that the teacher's name was Ms.Lynn. She was the type of teacher that usually lets us use our imagination with projects.We were currently sketching a picture of whatever we thought was the most important thing in our life. I wasn't a good drawer, and I was certainly skeptical about showing her something so personal, but I decided to draw a portrait of my mom. She meant everything to me, and I knew she thought the same about me, too.
As I was hard at work I suddenly remembered about Phil and I immediately felt that pang of guilt resurface as I imagined him still stuck in that damned locker. I knew that even if I did go back that there was no way I could get him out, but I just wanted to make sure he was okay and maybe apologize for leaving him so abruptly.
I slowly approached Ms.Lynn to her desk that was pushed up at the corner of the room, she was currently talking to another student, giving them advice about what they could draw when I interrupted her
"Excuse me, Ms.Lynn ?" I asked quietly, trying not to upset her for cutting her off, but she just looked up at me and smiled warmly
"Yes Frank, is something wrong ?" She asked shifting in her seat and placing all her attention on me
"I was just wondering if I could go to the bathroom" I asked "it's urgent" I added as I pleaded silently in my head that she would believe me.
"Sure, just don't get into trouble" she said jokingly
I jogged out of the classroom and went straight to where I had last left Phil. I struggled to remember my way through the maze of hallways but as I was slowly reaching the corner to the row of lockers I heard a sound of one being opened and I hid behind the wall while peeking down the hall curiously and surprisingly saw Phil being pulled out of the locker by the same person who shoved him into it.
"You're lucky this time" Gerard spoke as he swung the locker closed again as Phil got up and stretched his sore muscles
"And you should stop being an asshole" Phil answered sarcastically yet serious at the same time
Gerard looked angry but he didn't move at all, he just stood there with gritted teeth trying not to lose his cool
"You should leave before you say something stupid" he bellowed
Phil just turned around and ran down the hall without saying another word. I figured he was going to his class since he was already significantly late. I was debating wether to catch up to him or not but he seemed fine and I knew I could apologize later today. I looked back at Gerard who was walking my way and I decided to confront him.
I stood out of where I was hiding and earned a small but distinguishable jump from Gerard which was soon replaced by a blank expression as he saw who I was.
"What was that about ?" I asked with the little confidence I had
Gerard didn't answered, he just stood there, waiting for me to get out of his way as he folded his arms on his chest in annoyance
"Well ? Answer me you asshole ! Why are you so mean to people huh ?" I screamed again, and if I was a little more louder I was sure I would've made a scene
Gerard didn't wait for me to finish when he grabbed be by the arm, putting his free hand over my mouth, shutting me up instantly. He pushed me up against the locker in order to give him my full attention
"Listen, I was going to go easy on you today because you're new, but if you keep screaming in my face like that I promise it won't go well for you" he seethed as he pushed me back one last time and let go of my small body
I stayed there watching him as he turned the corner and I was left there hopelessly for what seemed like the third time today. I looked over at where Gerard was holding my arm. It hurt but it didn't leave a mark like my father's grasp did. I then looked down at my wrist where I saw purple and blue fingerprint markings right where my hand connected to my forearm. I tried touching it but it felt sore.
I snapped back to reality and looked up at a clock and figured I've been gone from class for about 10 minutes now and Ms.Lynn would be wondering where I would be so I shook everything that happen out of my thoughts and headed my way back to art.
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"YOU'RE WHAT ?!" I screamed as I looked over at Mikey in shock
It was the end of the day and after strolling my way back to my locker to pack my stuff away I found Mikey leaning against the locker waiting for me with a not so happy Phil. I can see he was still upset about being trapped in a locker and I couldn't feel more angry at Gerard for it. Mikey insisted on joining me on my walk back home and after being certain that I didn't need the company he dragged me and Phil out of school anyway.
We were currently on the way to my house when Mikey dropped probably the most unbelievable bombshell I've heard in my life
"Calm down, it's not a big deal" Mikey said pushing his glasses up just so they can fall back down to their regular spot on the tip of his nose.
"I cannot believe this" I said trying to wrap my mind around the new information Mikey told me just seconds ago "you're Gerard's brother ??" I asked again, as if I hadn't heard him right the first time.
Mikey just gave me a small nod as he struggled to not slip a laugh as he saw my reaction towards the news. I was still hesitant before I turned to Phil and he gave me a weak smile, assuring me that it was indeed true.
"So, Frank" Mikey started up again, gaining my attention "you wanna go to my house and play some video games ?" He asked trying to change the subject
I was about to accept his offer when I remembered about my dad and I suddenly shook my head "No" earning a questionable look from Mikey
"I can't today, I don't have permission" I explained with an apologetic look on my face.
He seemed to understand as he gave me a small smile before dismissing the topic.
"Well, this is my stop" I suddenly spoke up as I saw my house from the distance.
We had stopped in the corner. My house was to the left while Mikey and Phil's were straight ahead.
We had exchanged numbers incase I changed my mind and decided to go to Mikey house but before leaving I stopped Phil as I knew this was the best time to apologize
"I'm sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have just left you there" I said as I shifted on my feet, hanging my head in shame
He laughed a bit as I looked up with confusion
"Don't worry about it Frankie, I told you I would be okay" he assured me
I was glad to say the least and as we said our last goodbyes, I went on my way to my tiny, half ass excuse for a house. I didn't see my dad's car which was odd since it was almost 4:30 p.m, but I thought maybe he had gotten the job and went out to celebrate somewhere and wouldn't be back til dark. My assumption was correct as I stepped in the cold lonely house and came across a messy written note on the counter which stated that he'd be back by tomorrow morning.
I was considering calling Mikey to see if the offer was still up for video games at his house, but quickly went against it as the thought of Gerard slipped through my mind for the last time that day and I promised myself that I wouldn't want to see the black haired asshole again.