The One That Got Away
Chapter 3
Frank’s P.O.V
Math was pretty easy. Its Geometry I’m good at Geometry but this time I was having a hard time concentrating. I kept on looking at Mikey. I knew since about eight grade that I was gay and so did my mom, that’s why she took me out of Catholic school, but how after knowing this dude for twenty minutes I'm attracted to him? Wow! Way to be a man whore. I went through the rest of classes thinking about how I was going to deal with this all year, up until lunch. Mikey and I walked into the cafeteria, got our lunch, and went to go sit at his table. He introduced me to a kid that looked like he was Mexican, with a brown afro, his name was Ray, the girl I saw this morning, her name was Anna, and finally his brother Gerard. Gerard had raven black hair up to his shoulders and eyes so hazel that they looked green and his skin so pale he looked sick. His pale complexion in an awkward way suited him. Oddly enough I started blushing when Mikey introduced me to him, I mean Mikey was hot but Gerard was way hotter. Gerard was sexy; he had a rocker look mixed in with an “I just had sex” look. He looked like a… like a… A TORTURED ARTIST! That’s what he looked like a tortured artist. He had enough potential to be on the wall of Hollister.
“Hey Frank.” I heard his say in his sexy voice.
He was wearing a black dress shirt with black skinny jeans and a red tie. His red eyeliner and his black eye shadow really made his eyes pop out. They were so pretty, so hazel that they looked green. I could stare at his eyes all day.
“Frank? Frraaannkk?!?” Mikey said interrupting my thoughts.
“Huh, what?”
“Say Hi to Gerard.”
“Ohh hey Gerard”
Math was pretty easy. Its Geometry I’m good at Geometry but this time I was having a hard time concentrating. I kept on looking at Mikey. I knew since about eight grade that I was gay and so did my mom, that’s why she took me out of Catholic school, but how after knowing this dude for twenty minutes I'm attracted to him? Wow! Way to be a man whore. I went through the rest of classes thinking about how I was going to deal with this all year, up until lunch. Mikey and I walked into the cafeteria, got our lunch, and went to go sit at his table. He introduced me to a kid that looked like he was Mexican, with a brown afro, his name was Ray, the girl I saw this morning, her name was Anna, and finally his brother Gerard. Gerard had raven black hair up to his shoulders and eyes so hazel that they looked green and his skin so pale he looked sick. His pale complexion in an awkward way suited him. Oddly enough I started blushing when Mikey introduced me to him, I mean Mikey was hot but Gerard was way hotter. Gerard was sexy; he had a rocker look mixed in with an “I just had sex” look. He looked like a… like a… A TORTURED ARTIST! That’s what he looked like a tortured artist. He had enough potential to be on the wall of Hollister.
“Hey Frank.” I heard his say in his sexy voice.
He was wearing a black dress shirt with black skinny jeans and a red tie. His red eyeliner and his black eye shadow really made his eyes pop out. They were so pretty, so hazel that they looked green. I could stare at his eyes all day.
“Frank? Frraaannkk?!?” Mikey said interrupting my thoughts.
“Huh, what?”
“Say Hi to Gerard.”
“Ohh hey Gerard”
8/20/13