008[Frank Iero] Weapons In The Form Of Words

The pastel pink door of the Girls' Restroom flung open in a sudden wave. I expected another girl to come inside and call me slut again or maybe threaten me, but instead I was greeted by a pair of tight black pants, a pair of over-used white Etnies, and Frank's concerned face. He bent down to meet me eye to eye. His eyes were sceaming that he wanted to help me get out of this. I didn't need his help. I didn't need anyone's help. I would rather die alone than to die with the help of Frank Iero.

"Jaime." He said his words soft.

I wanted to sceam how much was his fault. In fact, all of it was his fault. I opened my mouth to say something but I was, yet again, speechless. I didn't understand this feeling, I wanted to hate Frank so bad, yet there was this underminding feeling in the back of my heart wishing that he would just hold me in his arms and catch my tears as they fell. It would never happen though. I hated Frank Iero, and no one, not even myself, could stop that feeling.

"Frank leave." I told him. Frank was the first and last person on my shit list. I didn't want to see him, I never looked forward to being in the same room as Mr. Iero.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, kneeling next to me.

"What makes you think that I'l forgive you?" I said coldy.

"You hate more now, don't you?" He asked trying to empathize the situation. It would do nothing.

"I've never hated you. You just always seemed to hate me, and I could never figure out why." My words came out rapid, they were no longer cut short from the aftermath of crying.

When I told my mom Frank teased me again, she'd tell me he was a coward with weapons in the form of words or that he liked me a lot. I never understood how this was logical. If Frank was a coward, how did he find the courage to run around the school screaming 'I want a Midol and Snickers'? I've never, and probably never will, understand how someone that shows an undeniable feeling of hate for someone, actually like them, possibly love. I've never believed her, and I don't think I ever will.

She's been gone though. Somewhere better than the city of Belleville, the only place you can find a dead body in a children's park. Usually, when you picture a parental split, you see the father with a suitcase and a heavy heart. For Bob and I, it was the other way. My father was the city alcoholic and my mother didn't want to put up with it. For some unknown reason though, she thought that we could put up with it when we were 10. So she left us with him. He's recovered- I love him every minute for it.

Frank didn't answer and it irritated me. Any other time but now, I'd punch his face in, but right now, it made me cry more. His arms opened to beckon me into a hug. I wanted to resist, to keep away from him, but I couldn't. I tried with all my heart and body, but it didn't seem to stop me from climbing into his arms and close my eyes. He ran his hands along my back and shushed me gently. I wanted to pulled away slightly, enough to see him eye to and lip 'Thank you'. That's not what happened.

Frank's lips clashed with mine and I didn't pull away. It came from no where, but he kissed me. I didn't even see his face nearing mine before our lips met. It was a closed mouth kiss. Simple and sweet. Frank Anthony Iero kissed Jaime Lauren Bryar, and Jaime Lauren Bryar loved ever second of it. It had started closed mouth until I felt Frank's tounge asking for more, but I didn't let him. I just realized that I have a boyfriend. To add more, he hated Frank's guts more than I did, because I never did.

I couldn't do this to Timmy. He didn't deserve to have this happen. It's just a kiss, break it off and everything will be fine. I listened to my instincts and pulled away from Frank. I looked up into his eyes to get a glimpse of melancholy. He hadn't wanted me to pull away. It was like he believed that something could happen with just this one kiss. That, maybe, something amazing would grow from two lips connecting.

Even if it could happen, if it could grow, I wouldn't let it. I'm commited to Timothy Travis Donaghy and it's going to stay that way. I hope. Timmy deserved only the best, because he gave me the best. I wouldn't let Frank ruin what it took a year to build.

"Frank, this never happened." I said, mostly to myself. Timmy didn't have to know that this happened, and I could live my life like it never did. Hopefully, Frank didn't want this to be known. Hopefully.

"Don't tell me that. Jaime, it happened." He told me his words so compassionate it pulled more tears from my eyes. Why was I crying? This wasn't worth crying over.

"No, it didn't." I said then got up, "Bye Iero."

I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Frank on the floor of the Girls' Restroom. My plan was to live life like I usually would. I hoped that somehow everyone would just forget today. That it would just be erased from history. Jaime Lauren Bryar was never called a slut under false pretenses. The moral backbone of the school social scene had been put back into place. I never spilled my tears on the floor of the most unsanitary place in the city. Last: I never kissed Frank Anthony Iero.




I'll love you until my last breath takes you from me. From me.
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