Tell Me I'm An Angel

Chapter 15

Gerard's P.O.V

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Two weeks later.

I smiled as I opened the music class door. I love music. I looked round for Frank and Mikey. I spotted Mikey on stage with Bob and Ray. So they made it? Cool. No sign of Frank. I head up to join them. "Hey guys." I nod to Bob and Ray. They greet me back. I stop by Mikey. "Whats up, bro?" He's quieter than usual.

"Sorry, Gee." He mutters. He looks pissed off.

I frown at him. "For what?"

He sighs."I kicked Frank out of the band."

"What? Why?" Why the fuck would he do that without asking me first?

"I..I. Oh shit, bro." He bit his bottom lip. "I...err...I caught him..."

"Caught him what?"

"Kissing Pete Wentz. Pete had his hands all over Frank."

I shake my head. This can't be happening.

Mikey grabs a picture out of his pocket and passes me it. I look down at it and freeze. It's exactly as Mikey described. I put the picture in my pocket just as the door opens and Frank walks in. I turn to Bob and Ray before he looks at me. "We sing this song." I say as I pass a piece of paper to each of them.

"So Gerard." Mrs Harper calls up to me. I turn to look at her, avoiding Franks gaze.

"Yes Mrs Harper?"

"You boys ready?"

"Yes, Miss."

"So what are you singing for us today?"

I look over at Frank and he smiles at me. I don't return it. "I'm not Okay." Frank frowns as I look back at Mrs Harper.

She smiles. "I hope that's just the name of the song."

I shake my head. "It's how I feel right now actually. But I will be okay after I sing it."

Mrs Harper smiles. "Okay. Well you better get on with it then."

I turn to Mikey and nod. Then I turn back to the mic. After the intro, I start to sing.

"Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say,

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way,

For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took" (I threw the photo at Frank)

"Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay,

I'm not okay,

I'm not okay,

You wear me out.

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?

(I'm not okay)

I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means,

(I'm not okay)

To be a joke and look, another line without a hook,

I held you close as we both shook for the Last time take a good hard luck!

I'm not okay,

I'm not okay,

I'm not okay,

You wear me out.

Forget about the dirty looks,

The photographs your boyfriend took,

You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed.

I'm okay,

I'm okay!

I'm okay, now,

(I'm okay now)

But you really need to listen to me,

Because I'm telling you the truth,

I mean this, I'm okay!"

"(Trust me)"Mikey kissed my cheek.

I'm not okay,

I'm not okay,

Well I'm not okay,

I'm not o-fucking-kay,

I'm not okay,

I'm not okay,

(Okay)"

The room erupts into cheers. Frank is staring at me with the photo crumpled in his hand. He looked hurt. Good. Now he knows how I feel.