I've been inside this locker almost all day. I have my phone but I can't text anyone to come and get me because I do t have any friends. My names frank iero and I've only been at Belleville for a month, but I don't know anyone nor do I care to. For gods sake I don't even have regular bullies. The people who shoved me in here only did it because I wasn't paying attention, not because I'm their target.

I can tell that there's books , and a jacket in the locker so I know it's not abandoned, I'm just hoping whoevers locker this is wont get all pissed at me.

"Mikey for the last time I'm sure we won't get caught! Just let me get my things and well go." Finally! It's about time someone found me. Whoever it was opened the door way to fast causing me to fall out onto the ground. "Fuck!" I whispered I really just landed on my knee that's already messed up.

i stood up and saw the two boys who were talking staring at me and I froze. Did I forget to mention that I'm extremely shy and have social anxiety? I grabbed my bag from the floor and ran outside the front of the school.

"Hey kid wait up!" I turned to see the two boys chasing after me. I stopped and stood there awkwardly as they ran over to me. They finally caught up and I could actually see their faces outside. One boy had long black hair while the other had brown spiky hair with fringe over his glasses. "Why were you in my locker?" The black haired boy asked. I recognized him from my art class.

"oh erm sorry.." He just looked at me confused "that doesn't answer my question."
"Oh I was uh put in there this morning.." His eyes widened when I said that. "You were in there all day?!"
"Well uhm yea.."
"Why didnt you call someone to get you out?"

Those words hit hard. I liked being not noticed but not all the time. I still wish I had at least one friend.

"Who would I call?"
"I don't know maybe a friend? Duh!"
I just lowered my head. "Oh. I uh don't have any...maybe next time." Before either boy said anything I turned and started heading home.

It was a short walk to my house from the school, but I hated that. Everyday I got to watch everyone else walk home with their friends while I sat in my room with my parents fighting down stairs. I really wished I knew kids my age that lived near me. I actually don't know any of my neighbors, but I'm sure they'd hate me. A socially awkward, gay, depressed teenage boy, with piercings and tattoos.

i started to hear things braking down stairs so I decided to leave until the fight was over. I was just out of my house when I heard someone yell. "Hey kid come here" I looked to see it was the black haired boy from earlier yelling to me from the porch of the house across the street.

I hesitantly walked over already able to feel my anxiety increasing. Once I was on the porch I just stood there awkwardly. "What's your name?" The boy asked smirking at me. "Uhm frank iero.." "Hey frank I'm gerard." He said still smirking at me. I would've said hi but I heard my mom scream from across the street. It wasn't a yell it was a scream of pain.

I ran off the porch and over into my house. I tried to stop my dad from hitting my mom with his broken beer bottle by jumping in front of him only to receive a painful blow to the face with the glass bottle.

***time lapse***

i sat in the back of the art room alone as usual just making random lines on my paper. I had my hood up so no one could see my face. I felt someone sit next to me. No one ever sat next to me. "Hey frank." It was gerard.

I had a weird feeling about gerard. He was always staring at me, and by me I meant all of me. "Hi" I whispered pulling my hood down more. I stiffened when I felt a hand on my thigh. "Why'd you run yesterday did I do something?" He asked confused but I could still hear the smirk in his voice. "No" I said bluntly moving his hand off my thigh.

"Mr.Iero hood down in my class" mr.smiths voice boomed. Everyone had turned to look at me since I had disrupted the class. I pulled down my good and heard gasps and whispers fill the room. "Mr.Iero I- would you like to go to the nurse?" Mr. Smith asked realizing what he had just done by making me take my good off. "Sure" I stood up and walked straight out of the building.

****time lapse****

neither of my parents were home so when I heard a knock at the door I was pretty confused. I opened it to see gerard. "Can I come in?" I didnt say anything I just stepped to the side gesturing for him to come in. I normally don't start conversations but I couldn't help it. "Why are you here?" He looked at me with that smirk on his face. "I uh wanted to talk to you." "About?" "Your face."
"Why?" I was only asking wanting to honestly know why he was here. I mean why would he care. "Because it uh looked pretty bad and I remembered you said you didn't have any friends..." He said looking at me still smirking. "Y'know Frankie we could be friends."

With that he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. I just stood there my anxiety skyrocketing. He pulled away and started grinding into me. "Come on frank don't tell me you aren't enjoying this." He said "fuck!" He moaned. I was shocked. I could feel him hard against me and he was really enjoying himself. I couldn't move out of my fear of what would happen if I move away. He leaned in and kissed me again. , but pulled back. "Dammit Frankie kiss back!"

I did what I was told. After almost a minute of kissing and more grinding he grabbed my hand and put it against his jean clad erection and made me rub him. He came in his jeans falling against me after his orgasmed finished. "Ya I think we'll be good friends." He said winking and then he left. What the fuck just happened?

Notes

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