009 [Frank Iero] Weapons In The Form Of Words

I tugged at my shirt as I left the school. This school was crap. It was everything below decent. Not that it bothered me. School was in the way of my life. I, frankly, found no use in it. It was do it then I'm done.

The school had barely any funds from the state, so there was only one security guard, meaning that I could just waltz out of school. Which, if you haven't noticed yet, is just what happened. I walked my way out of the school and into the parking lot. It was full, being as it was only thiry minutes into the school day. I walked up to my used '96 Corolla, a sorry excuse for transportation. I popped open the door, that the word 'slut' magically appeared in Sharpie on, and almost climbed inside. Someone grabbed my arm. It was Frank, who else.

"What?" I asked irritated.

"Where are you going?" He asked protectively. He wasn't my mother, he didn't need to know.

"I'm going to drive my car infront of a semi, excuse me." I said pulling out of his grasp.

"That's not funny." He said lowering down to look into my eyes again.

"I thought it was, thank you." I said trying to close the door, but Frank, obviously, didn't let me.

"Jaime, be serious, you're not going to hurt yourself, right?" He asked still staring at me.

"No." I sighed, "I won't do anything okay?"

He smiled, "That's good... Aren't you going to give me a ride home?"

"No." I said shutting the door, well trying to shut the door.

"Really?" He smirked, "Because I thought you were."


Frank ran to the passenger side of my car and hopped in.

"Thanks again." He said taunting me, "So, where are we going?"

"You are going home. I'm going to swing." I said reversing out of the parking space.

"Swinging sounds better." He said staring out of the window as I pulled into the main street.

"It does. But that doesn't mean that you're coming with me."

"Too bad, I'm coming." He said still looking out the window, "There isn't anything you could do about it anyway. Freewill, sugar, freewill."

"I could push you out of the car." I said thinking before talking, "Make sure to clutch you knees, or there goes your pretty little head."

"So you do think I'm hot!" Frank said twisting my words brightly.

"Nooooo!" I said pulling over at the curb infront of his house.

"This isn't the park Jaime, duh." He said staring at his house.

"I know, duh." I said mocking him.

He smirked, "Since you think I'm so fantastically sexy, don't you want me to come to the park with you?"

"Not really." I said staring at his house.

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"If you want me to leave so badly, unlock the doors."

I did as I was told. I pressed the unlock button and the swift sound of a click passed through my ears. Frank sat there, as I foresaw, still staring blankly outside the window. Why wasn't Frank talking? Or using his gift of one liners to prove me an idiot? Maybe that staring and staying quiet were the only ways to show any real emotion in him. The only emotion I ever saw, the only one he showed me, was hate.

His hazel eyes stayed mezmorized at the sunken images of outdoor life. Well, outdoor New Jersy life. It wasn't at all calming, at least to me, to look at dirty pavement and burned trees or broken bottles of alcohol and sleeping hobos. Yet his eyes stayed glued to these images, as if growing up in this dump made it a work of art to him.

We sat for possibly 10 minutes, maybe more, I watched Frank, and Frank watched the tender images of Belleville. This silence wasn't at all awkward, until I decided to get myself out of the daze that I had been enticed with. I shook my head gingerly, in an attempt to regain my senses, because in the last ten or fifteen minutes my senses had failed.

"Frank." I said touching his shoulder, I felt his muscles tense slightly then relax, "You should go inside su casa."

Maybe just a whore. Maybe you're a... whore.
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