I stare at the back wall of my locker thinking about today's quiz. I hope I did alright.
I set my books down on the top shelf when suddenly there's a sharp pain in my back and I'm twisted into my locker. Crap.
You know, I happen to be 5' 6" so I'm just small enough to fit into my locker.
That makes 3 times this week and it's only Thursday. Wonderful.
"Shit." I whisper under my breath.
I hear a few laughs from the other side of the door and I scowl.
"Later emo!" A voice taunts.
I sigh.
I start humming Hold on Till May by Pierce the Veil because I know I'll be here for a while.
When I have gone through the whole The Fallout album, plus a few Flyleaf and Escape the Fate songs, I hear the third period bell ring. Thank God.
I can already picture Gerard walking down the hallway checking the lockers. It kinda became our deal because it kept happening to me. He never got stuffed though. He was about 6' so there's no way he could have fit in there anyways. But trust me, they've tried.
"How's the weather in there?" I hear his deep voice ask sarcastically.
"Eh, a little dusty with a hint of asshole scent still stuck to the back of my shirt. Now, stop playing around and get me out of this hellhole." I tell him, with a slight laughter in my voice.
"Aw, really? I was planning on keeping you there all day." He said as he opened the door and took my hand to help me out. I hid my blush as our hands connected.
"Thanks."
Oh, and just telling you now, he never smiles. I gave him the nickname robot, emo robot, or emotionless robot. Yeah, I'm weird.
"No problem. So lemme guess. Brady and the swaggots?" He asked.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" I said in my carnival old man voice.
"Figured."
"So how was art? Man it sucks having to miss that." I changed the subject.
"Eh."
"Hmm... Hey, Gerard."
"Yeah?"
"Faggots before swaggots!" I shout and lightly punch him in the stomach, then running down the hallway as fast as my skinny jeans will allow me.
He runs after me, soon catching up and tackling me.
"Hey, race you to the next class?" He asks.
"Ughhh..." I groan. Next class is gym. I'm good at it it's just... physical exercise isn't my thing.
"Beat you!" He shouts and runs off, pushing me down again before I have a chance to regain my balance.
"Hey, no fair!" I protest to his leaving.
"I'm winning!" He taunts.
"Ugh!" I speed up and I can almost reach him to push him down but all of a sudden, SLAP.
Well, that's wonderful. I think as I slowly fall backwards.
"Haha! Wait, Frank? Aw, crap!" I hear Gerard shout as everything fades to black.
***
"You can go back to class, Mr. Way. He'll be fine." I heard the nurse, Mrs. Delacore say.
"Hey, no! Please let him stay. I'm fine. I don't know what happened but, I'm fine! See?" I demonstrate by standing up and dancing around horribly. I did have a huge headache but, I really was fine.
"Well, in that case, you two can walk back to the rest of your gym class." She said with a fake smile. Oh yeah, one more thing, I hate fakers.
"Later." I say as I start to walk towards the double doors of the nurse's office, Gee following me.
As soon as we are out of earshot from the nurse, I ask what actually happened to me.
"Well," Gee replied. "Brady kinda opened the door when he saw you running down the hall and you ran straight into it. I thought your nose had been broken but, apparently not. Oh, and I kind of beat the swaggot up after he laughed at you. So, yeah, I might get suspended for a few days..."
"What?! Why would you do that Gerard?!" I ask. If Gee was going to be suspended, who else would secure my life for another day?
"We could still meet at the bookshop." He said in a softer voice.
"Hmm... mmk. But you don't know for sure if your getting suspended or not, though. Right?" I ask, hopeful that he says no.
"Well, not yet. I prolly will though.."
"Ugh. Promise to meet every day after school at the bookshop?" I ask.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
***
We finally arrive at athletics. This is going to be horrible.
We part ways at the entrance to the locker rooms and I slip into my basketball shorts. For no reason at all, I start humming Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.
Why? I have no idea... How do I even know this song?
I pull my shirt on over my head and walk out of the doors only to see Gerard's back.
"Could you move please?" I ask while pushing against his back even though I knew I couldn't move him. This guy was a freaking rock, man.
"Chill, chill. I'm movin' at my own pace." He says. I can almost picture the smirk on his face right now.
I sigh. Very loudly.
"Geez mister impatient." He says again. "I'm movin'. I'm movin'." He walks a little faster allowing me to squeeze between the small space in between the wall and his back.
I jog over to the PE side of the field and pick up a jump rope. I swing the plastic rope and jump through, even adding a few tricks here and there. After about five minutes, I stop, only to realize everyone else had stopped, too.
I stare at the crowd that had miraculously appeared a few yards away, around loud screams.
I walk over, in search of Gee.
"Gerard?! Gerard?!" I scream.
"Frank?! Frank?!" I hear a familiar voice scream back in reply.
I shove my way into the crowd and see Gee's head. I push my way through and then accidently run into his chest.
"Oh, sorry..." I tilt my face down so he doesn't see me blush in embarrassment.
"It's fine. Hey, do you know what happened?" He says.
"No idea..." I add. "C'mon! Let's find out!" I tug on his shirt and start crowd weaving, Gee following.
When we crowd weave all the way to the front we see Ray, crunched in the fetal position, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Holy shit..." I say under my breath. I look at Gee, his eyes wide in horror.

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