To the End

“What?” she said, looking at them confused “Is this a joke?”
“Why would it be?” Gerard asked, confused
She started to laugh “So you're telling me you went gay?! I broke up with you and you whore out and go gay?!” She was laughing hysterically, making Frank's hatred for her slowly increase.
“Uh.. N-no..” Gerard said, obviously nervous.
“Or was this little slut just your rebound?” She asked, still laughing.
Something seemed to snap in Gerard and he jumped up, slamming his hands down on the table “He's not a slut.” he spat out.
“Maybe you're the slut, Gerard, you are the one who whored out as soon as I left you.” she said, glaring at him as she flipped her hair and walked away. Gerard looked around and noticed all the people who were staring at him. The entire class had now filed in and everyone had heard the argument. Frank reached for Gerard's hand but he angrily pulled away and stormed out of the room. Everyone's eyes soon turned to Frank, who felt his cheeks burn as the blood flowed through his body to his bright red face. After a moment Frank got up and ran out as well, biting his lip hard to keep from crying.
Why are you even sad? This had nothing to do with you Frank. Get it together. He told himself, as he rushed through the halls, keeping his head down. He closed his eyes as the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back started to roll down his cheeks and he ducked into the bathroom just as he let out a sob. He put his hands over his eyes and pressed his back against the bathroom wall before sinking down to the floor as his sobbing became more frequent. He wasn't crying loud, though he could still be heard by any student not in class and roaming the halls.
He heard a few footsteps near him, though gave no though to it. He was in a bathroom, and of course students would come in. Though, they weren't there to use the bathroom. They were there for him. He heard a boy chuckle and slowly looked up, rubbing his nose on his sleeve. He was surrounded by three large, muscular boys, all of which could probably pass for a man in his twenties.
“H-Hello?” He sniffled.
“Aw, is the little baby done 'cwying'?” One of the boys teased as the rest laughed. He then stepped forward and grabbed Frank's shirt, before pulling him up by the collar, making the cloth press into Frank's neck incredibly hard.
“P-Please... p-put me down...” Frank whimpered
“Oh? Put you down?!” The boy laughed and the rest soon joined in “So you're giving the orders now?! Ohh look the big tough newbie thinks he gives the orders! Should we...punish him, guys?” He asked, grinning madly as the others mumbled in agreement and nodded towards the bathroom stall. “How bout we go old school on this fag's ass?” He asked as he dragged Frank over to the stall. “Get on your knees, fucker!” He shouted as he threw Frank down in front of the toilet.
People don't actually do this, this is just something on TV, right? This is all just some sick joke, right? I'm screwed...
The other two boys stood near the back of the stall as the largest one closed the stall and held onto the back of Frank's head, grabbing a fistful of hair. He nodded towards one of the boys who nodded and grinned in response.
“1...” The boy started to count, tightening his grip on Frank's hair. “...2....” The boy at the toilet wrapped his hand around the cold metal handle. “...3!” The flush rang in Frank's ears as he closed his eyes. The boy holding onto him forced his head down into the water, hitting his collar bone hard on the seat. Frank's eyes and mouth flew open as soon as he was under the water by instinct, giving him a mouthful of toilet water. He coughed and gagged as they pulled him out, and expected them to let him go now, though they did anything but. The awful boys repeated this, over and over, sometimes taking a break to slap him around, just to make sure he was still conscious. They would punch him in the stomach until he threw up all the water he consumed, before pushing him back into the bowl and forcing him to take in even more. As they pushed him under the water for the last time, he stopped struggling. Everything just went black and his eyes closed. The boys pulled him up and looked at him, then started to panic and poorly gave him CPR until a small gurgle of water dripped out of his mouth. He was now barely breathing, which was enough for them. The boys left him on the floor of the stall, bleeding, bruised, and barely alive. His entire body was soaked and he was gasping for air even in his unconscious state. He laid there until last period, when Mikey had noticed him and quickly helped him up, not minding the fact the wet arm draped around his shoulder was starting to dampen him as well.
“Frank, fuck... What happened to you? Well... I suppose not much we can do about it now besides me play doctor for you for once.” He gave Frank a weak smile, who tried his best to return it, as he led him out the school.

Notes

So sorry I've been gone, I thought I'd be able to do it over vacation, but nooooo. Thought I'd be able to write once I came back to school, at least, but nooooooo we had to have like 5 assignments due in one week. Uch.