Slip Into The Tragedy.

“So who did you get for today, Alex?” Mikey asked, snatching my timetable away. “Hmmmm, first you got Calculus with Mr. Storm, then advanced English with Ms. Stacey, then French with Ms. Yvette, then business with Mr. Connor and last but not least, advanced art with Mrs. Bass.”

“Hey! Give it back!” I yelled and snatched my timetable.

“That’s my sister!” Gerard yelled, “Continuing my footsteps on becoming another great artist in the Way family”

“Gerard,” I whined, I hated it when he brags about me like this. “Stop it!”

“And also,” Gerard said loudly, ignoring my pleas. “Continuing my footsteps again by getting into advanced English.”

The guys laughed at my tortured expression. I bury my face in my hands to muffle my screams of torture. Gerard put his arm around me.

“Chill, little sis. I’m proud of you.” Gerard whispered to my ear. I couldn’t help but smile. I mean, your older brother, proud of you? Of course I’m fucking happy.

“Thanks Gee,” I whispered back to him

Somewhere next to me, an annoying voice squeaked out mockingly,

“Awwww, how cute! I think I’m actually gonna barf!” Claire said.

I decided a little punch isn’t going to hurt that pretty little nose and a slap isn’t going to hurt much either. My fists were curled up into little balls again, and my eyes narrowed down into slits. But Gerard already has his arms around my waist to prevent me to do anything stupid, and Mikey suddenly appeared beside me, his eyes glaring at Frank and Claire.

“Relax Alex” Gerard whisper into my ear, trying to calm me down.

“Don’t worry, Lexa. I’ll take care of her” Mikey said taking a step forward, his hands also curling up into balls.

“NO!” I shouted at Mikey. He slowly turned around and looked at me incredulously.

“She’s not worth it,” I whisper, looking directly at Frank’s eyes. “They’re both not worth it, they’re just worthless pieces of shit.”

“What did you say?” Frank’s deadly soft voice puncture the already tense air.

“I said, you’re worthless pieces of shit” I said, more loudly now, as I struggled against Gerard’s grip and finally breaking free.

“Oh, I’m the piece of shit?” Frank said, becoming dangerously close now. But I still stood my ground.

“No” I said casually, looking directly into his eyes. For a moment, those hazel orbs cleared of all anger and replaced it with relief. Only for a flash of a second.

“I think both of you are” I finished repeating myself, with a smirk on my face.

“You bitch!” Claire said lunging to me. No one can hold her back fast enough, and no one can stop me from defending myself either.

A full blown fight was happening now, I punched her nose hard and kick at her stomach, while she was attempting to hit me. Please, I lived with Mikey and Gerard for years, meaning I have to wrestle someone for coffee almost every morning. Also, I lived in Jersey for most my life, I have to kick ass in the streets if anyone bothers me. Which is, often.

Suddenly someone pulled Claire away from me, Frank.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Frank shouted in front of my face. Behind him I saw Claire sitting on a bench with a bunch her fellow cheerleaders comforting her, and wiping out her bloody nose. “You..”

“What is it Frank?” I said, looking into his eyes the first time after a long time, “You’re mad that I insulted your girlfriend, when she’s been hating me from the first day we met? You’re mad because I hurt her pretty little nose? I’m not even fucking sure that it’s her real nose!” I laughed, which only made him even more angry. I shook my head wearily. “Let’s be honest Frank, do you really like her?” I continue to stare unwillingly on to those gorgeous pools of green orbs. “From the moment we met, we’ve been talking about what a fake she is. Even at the age of 9 she already wore about an inch of powder. What the fuck has gotten in to you, Frank? We threw away our friendship for a slut?”

He hesitated a little when my eyes met his at first. It may just be my imagination but it seems that his cold eyes melted a little. But upon hearing my words last words his eyes turn ice cold once more.

“First you beat up my girlfriend, then called her a slut?” Frank said in a deadly whisper.

I stared back into his eyes, conflict raging in those gorgeous green orbs.

“What are you going to do then, Frank?” I asked back, in a soft whisper. Challenging him slightly with my eyes. “It’s not my fault that she is a slut”

Then Frank stepped closer to me, with hate still raging in his eyes.

“Haven’t you looked in a mirror?” He whispered menacingly into my ears, his cool breath made me shiver.

Then he pushed me back forcefully, causing me to fall back into a pool of mud. The crowd that gathered when the fight between me and Claire happened, looked at my crumpled form on the mud, then after a split second, roared with laughter. My shirt was stained through and my favorite pair of converse was drenched. The torments was never this bad.

I bit my lip trying to hold back the tears that was coming, it bled.

Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob rushed to my side, Bob and Gerard helping me up as they did. Ray however was holding Mikey back before he lunged at Frank’s laughing form. Laughing his fucking head off in front of the crowd. My eyes started to swell with tears, and the moment it spilled out Gerard already had me in a tight embrace.

“Shhh, sugar.” Gerard whispered to my ear. “I’ll talk to him”

“Gee, I don’t want anything to do with him.” I whispered into his chest, trying to stop the tears from falling but failed miserably. “He embarrassed me almost every fucking day, gets me in trouble for the stuff that he did, and always gets away with it!”

Frank’s POV

“Shhh, sugar.” Gerard whispered to her ear. “I’ll talk to him”

“Gee, I don’t want anything to do with him.” She whispered into his chest. “He embarrassed me almost every fucking day, gets me in trouble for the stuff that he did, and always gets away with it!”

My heart throbbed sickeningly in my chest as I heard the words coming out of her lips. I’m sorry sugar, I thought silently, so fucking sorry. I mentally shook my head as I slipped out of the scene, why am I so fucking cruel? The girl that was my best friend, the one who understood me the most, the one who was always there for me, now I’m treating her like stupid fucking dirt?

I found myself sitting down at the bleachers at the back of the school, not even noticing how my feet got me there. My thoughts were still on her tortured expression, I almost melted when her soft hazel eyes met mine. She was still as beautiful as always, so perfectly gorgeous I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

We used to be the best of friends, she was mine and no one else’s. Well, until that bastard Axel showed up. I didn’t liked him from the start, I had a feeling someday he’s gonna take her away from me. And I was right. She became his best friend more than mine, until she stopped spending time with me completely. I sat down at the bleachers, the open air around me was still. I buried my face in my hands, and a sob erupted from my throat.

What? a sob?

Frank fucking Iero doesn’t cry. Not especially over a girl. I shook my head mentally.

But she isn’t like any girl though, she was funny, charming, intelligent, talented and beautiful at the same time. I didn’t think it was even possible. She is the most beautiful thing in this planet.

At that thought, I burst out laughing in my head. Of course, she isn’t the most beautiful thing in this planet, I dated a thousand more girls so much more sexier than her. I am, Frank Iero after all.

But on the other hand, she isn’t like any of those girls I dated. She always had this charm to her, a gorgeous hook that attract people to her. It’s funny, after all these years, I haven’t known her to have a boyfriend. She was always alone when she deserves to be loved. I miss her so much, but I knew she wouldn’t let me back into her life after all that I’ve done to her. Even though I feel guilty every time I did something bad to her.

Then at that thought a lone tear slid down my pale cheeks. I wiped it off quickly, so that nobody can see me cry. Especially not her. At the thought of her face again, my inside flipped and butterflies erupted from the pit of my stomach.

“Cut it out” I said annoyingly to my stomach.

Every time I thought of her, that annoying feeling swoops into my stomach, it made my heart thudding so fucking fast and I feel so goddamn light headed. What the fuck is this feeling? It’s so overwhelmingly amazing but I don’t even know what the fuck this is. I never felt this way before, not with Claire and not with any of the sluts that I dated behind her back.

I stared ahead of me, blinking slightly at the blinding rays of sunlight shinning overhead.

Is it love?

I snorted with laughter once more. But then stopped abruptly.

Is it though?

Is it this feeling that everyone always dreamt of having and always fantasize about? Hell fuck no this isn’t! Because this isn’t love for fuck’s sake.

Well, I still do care about her though. I want to rub the tears of her cheeks as I held her in my arms like I used to. She would always apologize over and over again for staining my shirt and getting all weepy, but I would just smile and stroke her head again, telling her that she’s more important than anyone else at that time and that I would stay with her forever like this if I have too.

At those times, my heart will shatter over and over again every time a tear rolled down her cheeks. I would keep her in my arms, telling her that I will protect her and that she shouldn’t be afraid anymore. Telling her that she would never feel like that pain (whatever it is at the moment) again. She was always the most vulnerable girl in the class, but never showed it. Once someone stole her heart, she would give it to them completely, even if they wouldn’t give theirs to her. This resulted in heartbreaks. Sure, she only had 2 boyfriends before, but on those two heartbreaks I feel like my heart was breaking as well, when I looked at her all sad and broken.

I would kill off the people that would hurt her, or ever will.
Even if that means also killing myself.