^^Frank in this story, he's even got the pink bracelet that Gee gives him

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I sat down at the lunch table and heard Dallon snicker. I scowled at him in return.

"What's up with the pink bracelet?" He asked.

"It's mine," I stated. "Gee gave it to me."

I felt Jamia plop herself down into my lap, which wasn't an unusual occurrence. Gee walked up and I frowned. I pushed Jamia into her own seat, pulling Gee into my lap instead. He let out a soft giggle as I kissed his cheek.

"So, you two are a thing now?" Pete asked.

I smiled and nodded. "He's my precious little baby."

Gee blushed and I kissed his cheek again.

"Sap," I heard Brendon tease.

I smiled, running a hand through Gee's hair.

"No lap sitting," a lunch monitor told us.

Gee apologized in a soft voice, moving off my lap into the chair beside me. I rested one arm around the back of his chair, leaning back in my own seat. Gee's bruise was a lot better now, and Jamia had even met up with us and used her makeup to cover it up completely. Gee told her his brother was playing baseball and accidentally hit him with the ball.

"Gorgeous," I mumbled, making Gee blush.

I ate my sandwich on the tray in front of me. Fucking cafeteria food, it tastes awful.

"Anyways, Frank, you coming to the party at my place?" Brendon asked.

I shook my head. "No, that's alright, I was just gonna hang out with Gee."

"You can go to the party if you want," Gee said. "I can just go home."

"You can come too, Gee," Brendon offered.

Gee looked up at him with wide eyes. "O-oh, I just...I-I--"

"Oh, it'll be so fun, Gee," Jamia said. "You can come to my house before and we can get you all dolled up and pretty."

He blushed, looking down at his lap. "O-okay."

"Great, so it's set," Brendon said proudly. "Gee will go home with Jamia right after school and you can come over to my place to help set up."

"Oh great, because that's totally what I was wanting to do on a Friday afternoon," I said sarcastically.

"Shut up, you're helping me," he said.

I rolled my eyes, leaning a little closer to Gee.

"You sure you're okay with going?" I whispered. "We don't have to."

"N-no, it's okay," he said.

"You sure, beautiful?" I asked.

He nodded, looking up at me with a small smile. I kissed his forehead and saw him blush.

"Oh my god, Gee, I have this one dress that you will look absolutely killer in," Jamia said. "I'm so glad you're the same size as me. But seriously, you wear this dress and you'll be the hottest person at that party."

Gee blushed, looking up at her.

"R-really?" He asked.

She smiled. "I could do your hair and makeup all pretty too."

Gee looked at her with wide, excited eyes.

"Haven't you had people do this stuff for you already?" She asked. "A mom? A friend?"

Gee shook his head, looking sad.

"Oh well don't you worry, I am gonna make you so dolled up everyone will be staring at you," Jamia reassured.

"Better not be, Gee's my little baby," I said.

I held onto his hand under the table, giving him a smile.

The day went by until I was at Brendon's house, finishing helping with the party. We were just about finished and people were gonna be arriving soon.

"Wish it was at Pete's place again," Brendon muttered, picking at a thread on his ripped jeans. "Or Dallon's, it means less clean up for me. You know, unless you want to help?"

"You already dragged me in for setup you can get someone else for clean up," I said.

He shook his head as the doorbell rang. An hour later and the house was filled with people, all dancing and drinking. I was standing with Pete, a soda in my hand.

"You're not drinking?" Pete asked.

"Nah, don't feel like it," I lied.

It was only because I knew Gee didn't like it when I drank.

Speaking of Gee, where is he?

"Have you heard from Jamia?" I asked.

"No, I do not know when your little boyfriend is coming," Pete said, answering the question I actually wanted to know.

I pulled at my phone, about to text him when Pete hit my arm. I frowned and he pointed to the door. My jaw dropped when I saw Gee standing there. He was wearing a dark purple dark purple dress that was tight and short. Black lace crawled up the sides and went around up his back. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black high heels.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Gonna tap that?" Pete asked.

"We've only officially been dating for a week," I said, not able to take my eyes off Gee.

"Yeah, but you're also leaving in...what, 3? 4 weeks?" Pete asked.

I pushed him away and he walked off. I stepped up to Gee and smiled.

"Baby, you look amazing," I said, looking him up and down.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking down at himself.

"Oh, definitely," I muttered.

Fuck, all I could think about was pulling that tight dress off his body. Pinning him down to the mattress. Hearing him moan.

Fuck.

"Y-you want a drink?" I offered, my mouth dry.

He nodded and I wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him to the kitchen. I helped him get a can of pop as he looked around.

"Th-there's a lot of people here," he said, jumping when someone bumped into him.

"You okay?" I asked, putting a hand on his elbow.

He looked up at me and nodded.

The party dragged on. They seemed so much worse when I wasn't wasted. Although, it wasn't so bad with Gee here. We were sitting on the couch when some couple started grinding against each other text to us, panting heavily. I frowned, standing up and taking Gee's hand. He walked uncomfortably through the crowds of people as we walked upstairs. I went into the bedroom of one of Brendon's siblings, who thankfully already moved out.

"My feet hurt," Gee complained, sitting on the bed and taking off his high heels.

I smiled, sitting beside him.

"Baby, you look so fucking hot," I whispered.

He blushed as I put two fingers under his chin, lifting his head up. I pressed my lips against his in a deep kiss and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I gently pushed him back down onto the mattress, moving in between his legs. The kids between us grew more heated. My tongue ran along his bottom lip and he opened his mouth.

I kept thinking about him moaning my name. How tight he'd feel around me. How good I can make him feel.

I pulled away before I would suddenly pop a boner.

"I-I need some water," I said. "Want some?"

He smiled and nodded. I kissed his forehead and stood up. I took a deep breath, going out and downstairs. I didn't want to push my limits with Gee, I didn't know what he wanted.

I went downstairs, grabbing two water bottles from a cooler. As I was heading back to the room, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw some girl in a little cheerleading outfit. I raised an eyebrow, looking over her uniform. She doesn't even go to our school what the hell. Suddenly, she was pushing me back down onto the couch and straddling my hips.

"What the--"

"You're cute," she interrupted. "I've always had a thing for bad boys."

"You see--"

"You're so fucking sexy," she muttered. "Your tattoos and piercings and spiky hair."

"Hey--"

"God, what I wouldn't give to see you without this shirt," she whispered.

"F-Frankie?" I heard a voice whimper.

I looked over at Gee, who was staring at me with wide eyes. I stood up, the girl in my lap falling to the floor.

"Gee," I gasped. "Baby, no. Don't--It's not what it looks like."

He cried, turning and running out of the house. I started after him but that was the exact moment a drunk Jamia stumbled up to me.

"Frankie!" She exclaimed. "Oh my god, there was this place girl in the whole pretty."

I furrowed my eyebrows at her for a moment before brushing it off. I went and followed Gee out but didn't see him. There was a squealing of tires and I saw Mikey's car speed down the street.

"Gee!" I shouted.

I was left behind on Brendon's front yard. I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail. I went upstairs, grabbing my backpack with a scowl. As I was walking out of the house, Brendon stepped in front of me.

"Hey, man, where you going?" He asked.

"Home," I grumbled.

"Why? Aren't you having fun?" He questioned.

"No," I denied.

I walked passed him, going out to my car and driving away. I thought about going to Gee but I figured he'd want some time just by himself. I'd only add fuel to the fire and I don't want to hurt him.

I flopped down onto my couch, turning on my tv. I kept my phone close to me in case Gee ever wanted to talk. Stupid cheerleader. You don't even go to our school, what the fuck were you at the party for? Stupid bitch made Gee sad.

An hour later and I got a call from Gee. I quickly picked it up and put it to my ear.

"F-Frankie?" He cried. "I-I got hurt, can you p-pick me up?"

"I'll be right there," I stated.

I ran downstairs and out to my car, speeding to his house. I ran inside, which I've never been in before. It was quiet, which I was thankful for.

"Gee?" I called.

"F-Frankie?" A voice said softly.

I ran upstairs to a room I figured was Gee's. It as painted light purple and had little white and light blue butterflies right over the bed. I saw him huddled in the corner, shaking and sobbing. I kneeled down in front of him, running a hand through his hair.

"F-Frankie, it hurts," he cried.

"What hurts, beautiful?" I asked.

"My chest," he whispered.

I reached forward and pressed my fingers against his ribs, seeing him flinch.

"Oh, beautiful," I sighed. "I think I need to take you to the hospital."