Everyone get ready because shits about to go down down in an earlier round.

I straightened my tie, looking into the mirror at my appearance. I had gotten used to crossdressing, so now the feeling of masculine clothes was completely foreign to me. Mikey was standing beside me in the bathroom, straightening his hair out.

"You ready, Mikes?" I asked, smiling in his direction. I could tell he was nervous since his hands were shaking as he straightened out his hair.

"Oh yeah I'm uh, just a little nervous." I patted his shoulder to reassure him.

"That's okay Mikey, you'll be fine. Pete would never judge you for a second, you know how nice he is." Mikey nodded before unplugging the straightener and combing his hair down.

After I finished taming my hair so that it wasn't messy anymore, I put on just a little bit of eyeliner. Even though I wasn't dressed feminine today, I decided I could still add some slight bits of flair to my look. A little eyeliner never hurt anyone, well, unless they accidentally poked their eye with it.

I was finally done with everything, so I headed to the kitchen and picked up my keys, ready to drive to the school building.

A few seconds after, we got a ring on the doorbell, and I walked over and opened the door. Pete was standing outside with a bouquet of flowers, and I practically squealed from how lucky Mikey was. "Mikey get your ass in here!" I yelled across the house.

"Wh-what?" He asked as he walked into the living room. When he saw Pete, a shade of red flushed over his cheeks and he slowly made his way over to him. "You g-got those for me?"

"Sure did, Mikes," he replied, handing the flowers to Mikey. Mikey took the flowers and quickly got out a vase and some water, putting the flowers in there to keep them alive for just a little while longer. He set the vase down on the table and walked back over to Pete, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Aww," I whispered to myself as they shared their moment.

"I'll be taking him to the school building now, if you don't mind. See you there?" I nodded and escorted them out the door, grabbing my keys on the way out.

I waved goodbye as they got into Pete's car and drove away. After they were gone, I locked up the door and headed to my own car.

Once I was inside, I turned the key in the ignition and drove away from the house, heading in the direction of the school. The song playing on the radio was "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie, which I so skillfully sang along to on the way there.

When I arrived at the school building, I saw a whole bunch of students crowded near the entrance waiting to get in. I quickly parked the car and joined in the line of students.

There were a whole bunch of couples. Most of them were straight of course, being the majority. I did however notice Lindsey standing arms-linked with another girl. I couldn't exactly remember what her name was, but I definitely recognized her face.

I looked around trying to find any signs of Frank, but to no avail. Maybe he was inside? He was a staff member, so it would make sense if he was already in the building.

Finally the line moved along and I reached the entrance. They quickly gave me a rundown of the rules, where everything was set up, and other things like that. I knew for sure I didn't want to go to the punch table, because knowing this school, it would definitely be spiked. Even worse, that would bring up the opportunity for someone to drug my drink again, and I really didn't have the energy to deal with that right now.

I went inside the building and made my way to the gym. Tons of kids were already in there, dancing to the music that was playing over the sound system. I looked around to try and find Frank.

I skimmed over the room about 3 more times, still not seeing any sign of Frank.

I even walked around the gym to see if he was out of view, but I still caught no sight of him. Maybe he was just running late?

My smile dropped as I stood there, waiting for him to walk in. Someone walked by me and sadly noticed my facial expression.

"Aww, is poor Gerard depressed because his prom date ditched him? Leave you for another date, did they?"

"I don't have a prom date I'm just going with a friend, and he didn't ditch me, he's just running late..." at this point I was more so trying to convince myself rather than whatever jerk was standing by me.

"Keep telling yourself that, Gerard. Face it, no one wants to date a whore." I felt tears prick in my eyes at that statement. I wasn't a whore, was I? Surely not... I didn't dress feminine to seduce people. I only wanted to do it for fun... right?

"Well anyways, have a good night. I'm going to return to the lady, considering there are people out there that actually love me. But oh, you wouldn't know that feeling." I felt a tear run down my cheek as his footsteps grew fainter.

He's right. No one loves me. Frank doesn't even care about me anymore, otherwise he would be here right now.

As more negative thoughts flooded my mind, I found myself running to the gym closet. I needed an escape away from all this noise. It was too distracting, it was too loud, it reminded me of how lonely I truly was. I closed the door and immediately dropped, sitting down and burying my face in my hands. Tonight was supposed to be somewhat fun, but here I was, crying in the gym closet.

I muffled my sobs with my sleeves, just wanting this night to be over with already. I hadn't even been here for five minutes and I was already humiliated.

"So stupid... why did you think anyone fucking cared about you? No one fucking cares. Your own brother is the only other person on this planet that actually cares about your existence."

I kept on saying things that popped into my mind, trying to release all my built up pain.

"You're just a whore, a dirty slut, and no one would even fucking care if you were fucking dead!" Angry tears were streaming down my face, until eventually the anger dissolved, and all I was left with was sadness.

"Why does this happen to me?" I cried. "Why do I have to go through all this shit when I've never done anything wrong? It doesn't make sense..."

The door busted open causing me to raise my head. It was Frank. "Oh my god Gee you've been crying a lot, I'm so so sorry I was late. Here, come here." He locked the door and pulled me into his arms, and I just let the tears continue falling. "What happened?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"N-nothing don't worry about it..." I don't know why I tried to use an excuse though, because I knew he wasn't going to buy it.

"Oh god it's because of me... I'm sorry Gee I really am." I shook my head slightly.

"It's not your fault. Someone outside was telling me I was a whore and that no one could care about me... they're right too. I know they're right."

"What? Gee, look at me." He tilted my head to look at him and he rubbed his finger over my cheek, wiping the tears away. "Someone absolutely cares about you. No matter what you think, someone will always care about you, okay?"

I shook my head again. "No matter how much people tell me that, I just can't believe it. I don't have enough proof to be able to believe it."

"You need proof to believe that someone cares about you?" I nodded my head, disappointed in myself. "Here... I'll prove it to you."

He put his hands on the sides of my face, cupping it. With a few seconds hesitation, he softly put his lips against mine.

My eyes widened from shock at first, but I eventually kissed back, our lips molding together. It wasn't filled with lust or passion, just care. That's what I loved about it so much.

I didn't contribute much at first, but eventually was able to start processing what was actually happening, and therefore becoming able to react appropriately. Our lips fit together almost perfectly.

After a few seconds, we eventually broke apart, and just looked into each other's eyes. I still had a few extra tears pricking my own, and it looked like Frank had gotten some too. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Gee, I care about you so so much... please don't ever think that no one cares about you, because I seriously do. I want you to know that okay?" I lunged myself forward, attacking him in a hug.

"Thank you so much," I cried into his shoulder. "Your the best person I have in my life right now, please don't ever leave me."

"I won't leave Gee, I promise." I found myself smiling at the promise. He won't leave me.

After sharing a nice hug, he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

"You know, there's still a few songs left playing on the sounds system that we can hear from the closet," he brought up. After that, he stood up and reached his hand out. "Care to dance?"

I took his hand gratefully and stood up along with him. He held my hand with his, and put his other arm around my waist. I put my arm over his shoulder and we swayed back and forth to the music playing in the gym.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you how stunning you look tonight," he mentioned.

"You look amazing, too." I responded. "You've made this night for me so much better already, you know?"

"I'm glad," he responded, smiling. "You deserve to be happy, I'd do anything to give you that." I smiled even greater, looking into his eyes.

I honestly didn't know how things ended up this way. I didn't originally have anyone to rely on besides Mikey, and maybe Pete. Now I had Frank, and not only that, but he was pretty much my prom date at this point, even if it had to be in secret.

Sure he was my teacher, but I was 18 and he was 21. Only 3 years older than me, and he would only be my teacher for 1 more month. After that, we'd be free to do whatever we wanted.

After a few minutes of dancing, the songs ended and we could hear the principle dismissing the students outside.

"Hey Gee, you can go ahead and walk out with the rest of the students. I'll get out a few minutes after so no one gives you weird looks, okay?" Frank said.

"Sure. Can I drive to your house instead of going home though? It's fine if I can't." I asked, hopefully.

"No that's fine, I'll be out there in a second and you can follow me home." He stood up on his toes and kissed my forehead, and I left the gym closet to go out to the parking lot.

Mikey and Pete seemed to already be gone, so I went straight over to my car. I sat in it for a few minutes, waiting to see Frank walk into the parking lot. Eventually he did, and he got into a black car a few rows in front of me.

When he drove off, I followed closely behind him and we eventually got to his house. I parked on the side of the road, and he stepped out of his car and opened the door. I got out of mine shortly after, following him to the front door.

He let me inside and shut the door behind us. "Alright, you can go change in my room if you want. The pajamas you used last time are still in there."

I thanked him before going to the room and shutting the door. I loosened my tie and took it off, shaking off the suit jacket I had. After that I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, kicking off my shoes and pants in the process. Finally I put on the shirt and pajama pants I used the other day that were put away neatly in the closet.

I opened the door and walked outside as Frank walked in. He got changed in his room and opened the door, inviting me inside with a small grin on his face.

I walked in and he closed the door again. "Do you want to go right to sleep or watch a movie or something?"

I sighed before responding. "Honestly I'm really tired, I kind of just want to sleep." He nodded and lead me towards the bed. I got in beside him and he pulled the covers over us.

I laid on my side so that we were facing each other. "Thanks Frankie." I said quietly.

He giggled. "For what?"

"Just for everything. I don't feel like anyone ever really cares about me, but you do. I really appreciate that."

"Of course I care about you," he said before leaning in and placing a quick kiss on my lips. I scooted closer to him and nuzzled my head into his chest, and I felt him wrap his arms around me.

"Goodnight Frankie."

"Goodnight Gee."

Yayyyyy they kissed. Also, I almost forgot to add my chapter planning here but I remembered at the LAST second.

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