I'll Be Your Savior If You'll Be Mine

I woke up earlier than I had to, the loud shouting coming from my parents room had woken me up. I still had thirty minutes to sleep, but I didn’t see point. I slung my legs off the bed and sat upright, closing my eyes, trying to drown out their muffled voices. With no luck, I sighed and stood up, turning on my lights on my way out. I squinted at the bright lights in the hallway, hoping my eyes would adjust soon. I tried to be silent as I crept past my parents bedroom, I thought I had been successful until I heard my mom yell,

“Way to go, see? You woke Cher up!”
I quickly grabbed a towel and ran into the bathroom, hoping to avoid confrontation. I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t get a divorce. They fought about everything, making the household a tense environment. I tried to push my parents relationship out of my mind as the steam from the shower filled the room. I let the hot water beat down on my skin. I made it hot enough to hurt slightly.

My wet hair hit against my shoulders, causing me to shiver. It was early September but it was already feeling cold. I wrapped my hair up into my towel as I slipped on my robe. School had just started, I was in my senior year and I already felt done with it. I loved the idea and aspect of school, I just didn’t love my actual school. I had to attend a Catholic school this year, a religion I didn’t fully believe. My mother had decided to send my there, she thought it would be good for me. Honestly, I would have been fine anywhere. I was a shy girl, I didn’t open myself up easily, and because of that I had no friends.

“You didn’t put the coffee on? Why must I do everything?” I heard my mom yell up to my dad.
“I work for this family.” He yelled back down to her. My mother had nothing to say in return.
I opened my closet and grabbed out my uniform; a pleated grey skirt, a white dress shirt, a navy blazer, and a blue and red striped tie. I attempted to knot the tie around my neck, but with no success. I left it alone, deciding I didn’t really care if it was perfect. I went into my bathroom and ran a brush through my hair, parting to the side. I left down towards the kitchen with damp hair, I greeted my mom with a smile.
“Good morning, Cher.” She said.
“Morning,” I said quietly as I grabbed an orange from a large bowl in the center of my kitchen table.
“I’m sorry if your father woke you this morning.”
“It’s fine.” I began to peel my orange. An awkward silence filled the kitchen.
“Maybe you should put some make-up on. Spruce up a little.” My mom broke the silence. I coughed.
“I have to go, mom.” I quickly exited the kitchen and jogged up to my bedroom to grab my bag and shoes. I slipped on plain black shoes and slung my back over my shoulder.
I shivered as the cool breeze dried my hair. I was waiting for my bus to pick me up, there were around seven other students waiting with me, but they were all talking amongst themselves, leaving me to awkwardly stare at me feet. On the bus ride to school I contemplated ways to make money so I could purchase a car. Most of the students on the bus were sophomores, making me feel even more out of place. They were all talking about how nervous they were to start high school. So I guess we had one thing in common, it was all of our first day at Queen of
Peace High School.

I got into the rhythm of the school quickly. For a religious school, there were a lot of students who caused havoc with other students. Ironically there were a lot of fights at the pretty Queen of Peace High School. I had never seen one, until the second week of school picked up. I was late to school that morning, and I was rushing through the halls thinking of the best excuses possible when I heard a voice exclaim,

“How is the school faggot today?” This voice was followed by laughter. I peered down the next hallway and saw three jocks towering over a short boy with dark colored hair. He was casually opening his locker, ignoring the comment that was just thrown at him.
“Didn’t you hear me?” One jock said, stepping closer to the boy. “It’s rude to ignore people.” he had a sick tone to his voice that made me feel uneasy.
“Give it a rest,” the boy breathed out in an annoyed tone. The jocks must have found this humorous because they began to laugh. One stepped forward and pushed the boy into the locker next to his, a loud clattering noise filled the halls.
“What was that? The emo wanted to say something.”
“Knock it off,” the boy replied moving his head to the side.
“Is the faggot upset?” The last jock quizzed. “I have an idea,” he held up his finger, “why don’t you cut a little deeper next time and do us all a favor. You won’t be missed.” The boy was obviously angered by this because he loudly proclaimed,
“Go fuck yourself!” The jocks exchanged looks before punching the poor boy in the stomach multiple times, knocking the breath out of him. He made an unnatural gasp with the last hit.
“You better watch your mouth next time,” a jock warned. The boy then surprised us all by spitting onto his face and saying,
“Go to fucking hell.” It only took seconds for the guys to respond, they began mauling the small boy, as I stood looking in terror from behind the corner of a wall. I wanted to run up stop them, but I was frozen with fear. I was only 5’2” and weighed 110 pounds, I wouldn’t be able to do a thing. I felt so helpless as I watched blood cover the bullies hands. I heard the crashing sound of his head colliding with the locker with each blow. They quickly shoved him into his open locker and slammed the door. I heard him whimper. The jocks all exchanged smiles as they dumped out the contents of his backpack onto the floor.
“Have fun in there, faggot.” One said before hitting his locker. I waited for them to be out of sight before I sprinted to the boys locker.
“What’s your combination?” I asked, breathing heavily. Adrenaline was pumping through me as I nervously looked around.
“What?” The boy asked, he sounded worn out.
“Your combination.” I repeated.
“5-21-12.” My hands shook as I spun the dial. When I opened the door he fell to the floor. He looked up at me, there was blood all over his face. His nose and lip were bleeding, his eyes were drooping; I had never seen a person look that sad before.
“Are you okay? I asked dumbly.
“Yeah, fine.” He said softly. He started to stuff his notebooks into his backpack that laid next to him, the blood from his hands was getting all over the covers of his books.
“Here, let me,” I said kneeling down and gathering his stuff up. I gently put it all into his back pack as he leaned against the lockers and held his hand to his nose. I zipped his bag up and handed it to him. He quickly threw it over his shoulder and popped up.
“Thanks,” he said simply before walking towards the bathroom. I sighed, wishing I could have done more. The boy had to have known I was watching the whole thing, how else would I have known where he was? I breathed out again before making my way to my chemistry class, which I was now 20 minutes late for.

I was scrambling to get caught up to the rest of the class, they had taken notes while I was out in the hall. Chemistry was my best subject and I already had studied it at my other school, so I wasn’t too worried about capturing all of the details. I heard the class room door click open. I looked up, along with most of the class. In the doorway stood the small dark haired boy and a member of the school staff standing behind him- probably the vice principal. My mouth opened slightly, the boy did not look happy. He had blood smeared on his white shirt as if he had tried to wash it off. His face was cleaned but I could see the cut on his lip and slight bruising was forming around his cheek bone. The boy shuffled towards the teacher and held out a piece of paper, the teacher cautiously took it, as if the poor boy had a disease.

“Nice of you to finally join us Mr. Iero.” The teacher sounded annoyed. “Students, this is Frank.” The room was silent as we all peered up at Frank. “You can sit next to Aubree. Aubree raise your hand.” The girl next me raised her hand and Frank slowly made his way to the desk diagonal from me. We locked eyes as he walked past, but he quickly looked down. I heard him drop his back pack on the ground and him take his seat. The teacher continued lecturing as I took notes. Even though I enjoyed science, it was really hard to pay attention. The last half an hour seemed to drag on. I was too aware of Frank. I listened to him shift in his seat, how he would sigh or cough. I was intrigued by him, I wanted to talk to him, which had never happened before.

Notes

Oh look, another Frank high school story! How creative! First chapter of my first story on here, so here we go i guess. Basically just introducing the characters, so nothing too interesting.