So, New Boy 9

"Okay, well bye Frankie." I waved to Frank as he, Bert, and I stood in front of the Iero household.
  He moved forward, trapping me in a hug, "Bye Gee!" He pulled away, but I noticed one of his arms lingered around my waist. He held out his hand, looking up at Bert with a straight face, "Goodbye Bert."
  Bert leaned down slightly, shaking Frank's hand with a smirk, "Later Frank." Frank let himself in, shutting the door behind him, leaving me and Bert outside.
  Leading the way away from Frank's house, Bert attempted to start a conversation, "So...when am I getting paid?"
  I shook my head, "You'll get paid after our "date" on Saturday. Remember, there's gotta be evidence too. Something I can show Frank, like a picture or something. We've gotta make this thing look real."
  "Whatever, just don't think you can skip out on the cash."
  "I won't, god, relax. You'll get your money,"
  "Good, 'cuz I don't work for free. And honestly, what is the point of all of this?"
  I bit my lip, feeling uncomfortable with the question, "Well...it's, it's just kind of a jealousy thing, y'know. Maybe if he sees me with someone then..."
  "Then he'll want you?"
  I nodded. That wasn't exactly the reason, but that was all I wanted to talk about. Bob was the only one that knew what happened, and I planned to keep it that way. The actual idea behind this fake relationship with Bert was to make it really seem like that night with Frank meant nothing to me. It was a bit of an extreme idea, but just an extra precaution as far as I was concerned. I tried to play it off like nothing the way Frank had, but I'm no actor, and I think he had a hunch that that night actually meant a lot to me. The last thing I needed was for things to be even more awkward with Frank.
  "Well, I don't see why you need me. He's already nuts about you."
  I nearly tripped on my own feet, stumbling forward but catching myself, "What?"
  "He's obviously got a thing for you."
  "No, no he doesn't. He said so himself that he might not even like boys."
  Bert shrugged, "Okay, fine, be in denial. All I know is when I put my arm around you he looked like he was gonna punch me in the face."
  I  looked down at my feet, wishing I hadn't heard that. The last thing I needed was false hope.

  ---- Frank's POV----

Well, that sucked. I rushed towards the stairs, praying that my mom wouldn't bug me. Don't get me wrong, my mom's cool, but I wasn't in the mood for talking. Stupid Bert, putting his hands all over Gerard. He's not even that good-looking! Gerard's like a Greek god of  hotness, he could do sooo much better. And that arrogant smirk. Ugh, stupid Bert and his stupid face, and his stupid...everything! Locking the door to my room, I threw my satchel off in the corner, making a louder bang than I anticipated.
  "Honey, you okay?"
  "Yeah Mom, I'm fine!" That was such a lie. I was freaking furious! Who knows what that Bert guy's got planned for Gerard. I stopped myself from thinking about it. Just the thought of them kissing made me want to puke all over the place, then punch Bert in the face. Oh yeah, I'm sure THAT would impress Gerard. Ugh, it's my own damn fault he found somebody else. I screwed it all up, who knows, if  I hadn't of been such a douche then I could've had a chance.  I shook that thought from my mind, No, I still have a chance. I've just got to make him see that I'm way better than Bert could ever be. I'll show him that I'm the one for him.
  I stood up straight, clenching my fists. I ran into my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. No, this will never do.

*The next day at school*
---Gerard's POV---
  Frank hadn't shown up yet and the bell was about to ring. I was starting to worry. He didn't look sick yesterday. Maybe something happened. I made a mental note that if he missed school I'd drop his house and check on him. Should I bring Bert? No, that'd be weird, besides, it might give me a chance to spend some time alone with Frankie. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and nearly dropped my books.
  "Hey Gee."
  "F-Frank? Holy s--t!"
  He giggled, sounding like wind chimes, covering his mouth with his hand the way you always see Asian girls do to look cute. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
  "Notice anything...different?" he asked, stepping back and spreading his arms. I nodded stupidly, looking him up and down.
  Frank looked a lot different. His clothes weren't as loose and casual as they usually were. To describe them in one word: tight.  Black skinny jeans that hugged his figure amazingly well, shiny black combat boots, and a studded neon green belt wrapped around his waist. A purple and green "Night of the Living Dead" t-shirt that was just a tad too short. Black and white striped fingerless gloves elegantly placed on his hands that topped off the look, along with a black choker necklace.
  Not only were his clothes different, but his hair had changed. It used to be dark brown, messily hanging down just above his jawline. Now the sides had been dyed a maroon color, with a black fringe that covered one of his eyebrows. He was wearing eyeliner, and if  I wasn't mistaken some red eyeshadow, highlighting his large hazel eyes.
  "So...what do you think? You like it?"
  I hugged my books to my chest, giving him one last up and down look before making eye contact, "Uh, wow, y-you look, wow, you look great."
  He smiled, "You think so?"
  "Yeah, totally."
  He gave me a light push in the arm, "Awww, thank you."
  Mikey's voice chimed in from behind me, "Whoa Frank, what happened to you?"
  Ray whistled, "Damn son, whose pants are you trying to get into?"
  Frank laughed, shaking his head as the bell tolled in the background, "Oh, better get going. See ya later guys."
  I stared with my mouth open as he sauntered away from us. Ray smirked, elbowing me in the ribs, "Whatchya thinking about?"
  I reached out my arm in Frank's direction, "....Want...sexy..."