Pinned

When Frank gets to school the next day; he can’t help but expect the worst. Art with Gerard at his table yesterday was terribly awkward, neither of them talking the entire period. Frank misses being friends with Gerard; misses him going on and on about comics and Dungeons and Dragons while Frank gets involved in the comics conversations and blinks vacantly at whatever Gerard says about Dungeons and Dragons.
He’s getting his books from his locker when Ray appears, warning,
“Hey, just so you know; some kid told me that Pete has been in the weight room lately. Also, he’s asking our coach about how to wrestle, so you might want to watch out.”
“Thanks, man,” Frank thanks. “But I doubt he can take me on. Either way, I’ll make sure to try to keep in shape and whatnot. What with wrestling being over and everything.”
Ray nods, and questions, “So, is Gerard leaving you alone?”
Frank nods, deciding it best he not mention the whole incident yesterday. Even though the gravity of Gerard’s cold words kept him tossing and turning and crying all night. “Frank’s not my friend.” Frank can’t believe that such a simple statement tears him down so easy.
“I can’t believe he could fight like that, man!” Ray exclaims. “That was crazy.”
“Yeah,” Frank agrees. He can’t believe that his former potential boyfriend kicked Frank’s ass that badly either.
“See ya,” Ray calls, heading down the steps ten minutes early for P.E. Frank knows he does this so that he doesn’t have to run; Ray beats the teacher every day, lies that he ran, and then watches all of the other suckers run their laps.
Frank remembers that he didn’t take off his stocking cap, so he’s heads back towards his locker. Most of the sophomore class is sitting down against the other wall of lockers, Frank’s back to them.
Frank’s wearing these baggy grey basketball shorts, which he regrets deeply when he feels a strong gust of air whoosh down his legs.
Fuck. Pete had pantsed him.
“Frank! Cute G-string!” Pete jeers.
All of the kids’ heads snap over at the word ‘G-string’, and they begin erupting with laughter. Frank turns to face the crowd, his face bright red as he bends down to pick up his shorts, just to see that Pete has a foot planted on them, cementing them to the floor.
Fuck. Today just had to be the day where Frank wears his cute little G-string, the neon green polka dot one with the same neon lace trim. Of course, he couldn’t be wearing boxer briefs, which he wears about 80% of the time. Nope, it just had to be one of those occasions where Frank decides to wear one of the four pairs of girls’ underwear that he bought himself and keeps hidden from everyone, including his parents.
Frank desperately tries to shove Pete off of his shorts, but Pete remains firm. Finally, Frank resorts to standing and pulling down his shirt as much as possible to try to cover up his ass and crotch. He’s so embarrassed that tears burn in his eyes, and not a single kid tells Pete to stop or tries to help Frank. They all just fucking laugh like the bunch of hyenas that they really are.
“Aw, the fag’s crying!” Pete snickers. He finally steps off of Frank’s shorts, but not without shoving him over, leaving his flat ass on display for the hallway of kids. Frank, on the ground, reaches for the waistband of his shorts and pulls them back up to his hips, pushing past all of the now standing and laughing kids and retreating into the boys’ bathroom.
Frank curls up on top of a toilet seat, tucking his knees into his chest, and buries his face, allowing himself to cry. He hears the bell ring, and waits for the shuffling of shoes to cease before finally coming out of the bathroom and going to study hall, his eyes swollen and crimson.
Gerard sees Frank arrive at study hall late. Frank stands there silently but unapologetic, gets his ass chewed by teacher, and then slinks into a seat. Gerard feels bad; Frank’s clearly been crying. Shit, did he do that?
He hears some kids behind him laughing. Gerard glances over to see them pointing at Frank, and asks them what’s so funny.
“Oh my God, you didn’t hear?” one of them chuckles.
Gerard shakes his head.
“This morning, Pete Wentz pulled down Frank’s pants in front of about 90% of the sophomore class. You want to hear the kicker?”
Gerard’s not so sure he does, but he nods anyways.
“The little faggot was wearing a lace G-string!” the boy laughs. “Isn’t that hilarious?”
Gerard’s stomach drops as he looks over at Frank, who looks miserable as he sits there. He doesn’t know what a G-string is, but anything lace is girls’ underwear, and is definitely fair game for ridicule from peers. “What’s a G-string?”
The boy pauses, and then grabs a notebook from his bag. He illustrates what looks like a loin cloth to Gerard. Really, it’s just a triangle of fabric in the front, a line of fabric going up your ass, attached to a smaller triangle on the top of your ass, with straps that go on your hips attaching the small triangle to the front.
“S-so, they all saw his butt?” Gerard questions. He prays that the boy says no.
“Yep,” the boy replies. “I guess it was a pretty traumatizing experience for them.”
God, Gerard wishes it never happened to Frank even more than he wishes he was there to see his ass. Gerard suddenly wants to kick himself, for thinking such impure thoughts towards another guy. He realizes what the boy had just said, and turns, hissing, “Traumatizing for them? What about Frank? The poor little thing’s probably humiliated out of his mind.”
“Who gives a fuck? He’s a fag,” the boy shrugs.
Gerard shakes his head. “I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with being gay, but just because a boy wears girl underwear doesn’t automatically make him gay.”
The boy sniggers, “What, are you wearing a pair right now?” With that, he leans forward to reach down Gerard’s pants and give him a wedgie, revealing that Gerard’s not wearing girls’ underwear, but a blue camouflaged pair of boxer briefs.
Gerard shoves the boy away, turning red himself as the kid laughs with his friend. He looks at Frank, who is sitting back in his seat, arms crossed, red eyes shut. Maybe he should patch things up with the poor kid. Gerard thinks this, because he knows that things are about to get real rough for Frank.

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