We're All Full Of Lies

I stood and tapped my foot impatiently outside the boy’s locker room in the gym, I was waiting for Frank to get changed from 6th period gym so we could go to detention together. Mr Way was a good guy but I just didn’t want to be alone with him, he gave me the creeps. I had caught him giving me a very unnerving look during dramatic arts this morning and he topped it off with a smirk when I made eye contact with him. It wasn’t a mischievous look more of a possessive or “I’m planning something” kind of look. Creepy nonetheless.

I sighed and looked down at my watch, I’d been waiting for 10 minutes, how long can it possibly take to get changed, I mean it’s not like he had to put on make-up or brush his hair. Maybe he did put on make-up? That would explain why his skin was always so smooth and perfect not one blemish or mark. My thoughts were interrupted as I hear a loud crash and the word “faggot” come from the change room. I left my better judgment behind and barged into the change rooms, “Frank!?” I called. Upon hearing another loud crash I ran and and found Frank being pinned against a locker by what appeared to be a football player or did they call them jocks? I don’t know but I have bigger issues to deal with right now. The bigger guy looked familiar, he was in our dramatic arts class! Tyler his name was, he always sat with this blonde cheerleader and had gotten into an argument, or ‘heated discussion’ this morning with Mr Way in the parking lot.

--Flashback--
I had arrived early at school so I could catch up on some homework, I was just about to turn into the parking lot when I heard raised voices. Being the curious individual I am, I snuck behind a hedge and poked a little hole through the leaves watching the scene before me.
“What did you say to me!?” Tyler snapped at Mr Way.
“I said that maybe if you put a little more attention into your work rather than football I would be able to give better grades! You have talent you’re just not applying it” My Way shot back, obviously pissed but still keeping his teacher composure.
“Listen here, I need good grades in every subject to get my scholarship! I only chose dramatic arts because it’s a bullshit subject that is easy marks!”
“Well I am sorry to disappoint but dramatic arts is not a bullshit subject that is easy marks, you have to earn your marks and with the work you are presenting me you are not earning the good grades you seem to need so desperately, also I suggest you think about transferring classes I don’t want students that don’t care about drama or the arts in my classroom”
“I-“ Mr way cut Tyler off before he could say anything more, “Also you’ve earned yourself a detention for swearing, now I have things I need to attend too” Mr Way walked off leaving Tyler red face and completely enraged.
-- End Flashback—

I was jolted once again from my thoughts at Frank’s head came in contact with the locker. Blood shot from his nose upon impact and smeared all over the locker and the rest of his face.
“Faggot!” Tyler jaunted smiling at his handy work.
“Hey! Get your fucking hands off him!” I yelled clenching my fists.
“Who’s this? Your little whore?” Tyler flipped Frank around holding him by his neck.
“She’s not a whore” Frank spat back. Tyler responded by punching Frank square in the jaw. More blood dribbled from Franks nose. I didn’t know what to do. I knew I couldn’t take on Tyler alone but I could try right? I stormed up behind him and positioned myself before launching my foot into his groin. Tyler clutched his manhood and bent over groaning in pain. I instantly regretted it, I mean I helped Frank but I was going to pay for this. I decided why not go out in style, like they do in the movies.
I grabbed Tyler’s hair and growled in his ear, “Touch him again and I’ll break your fucking neck” Tyler scurried away threatening Frank and I, telling us we would regret what I just did.
I rushed over to Frank trying to determine the amount of damage.
“I don’t think it’s broken” He said lightly tapping his nose.
I pulled a tissue out of my pocket and handed it to him, “Here you’ve got blood, kinda everywhere”
“thanks Mira, but you really shouldn’t have this isn’t going to end well for either of us” He wiped away the blood from his cheeks and then placed the tissue on his nose to try and catch the blood that still flowed.
“We’ll figure something out in detention, come one lets go” I felt sick, I knew Frank was right. We were screwed.

Mr Way was just about to start yelling at us as we stumbled into detention before he saw Frank’s face, “Why are you- Frank? What happened to your face?”
“Ty-“ I started.
“Dodgeball, I just had gym, we were playing dodgeball, I’m not very good at it as you can see” Frank cut me off and I looked at him surprised and confused. Mr Way didn’t look impressed and just motioned for us to sit. I waited until he was too caught up in his painting before I spoke to Frank.
“Why didn’t you let me tell him?” I whispered.
“Because then he’ll tell the principal and they call Tyler in and talk to him about it and he’ll just beat me up even more” Frank put his pencil down and stopped sketching.
“Why did he beat you up in the first place?”
“Tyler has always had it out for me, and I have no idea why, but it’s been good for ages he hasn’t even shoved me in a locker in weeks, that was of course until this afternoon”
“What an asshole, why don’t you knock him flat?”
“He’s over 6ft and complete muscle do you think I’d be able to ‘knock him flat’?”
“Well, hmm, just do what I did and get him straight in the crotch”
“That’s such a good plan, can’t believe I’ve never thought of it before” Frank said sarcastically, looking at me with no expression.
“Alright then Mr. Smartass, so it’s not the most bulletproof of plans but at least it’s something, better than having your face smashed into a locker” I said the last part a bit too loudly and Mr Way shot his head up.
“Whose face was shoved into a locker?” He asked eyeing me.
I looked at Frank and he begged me with his eyes to make up some lie, “Uh, this freshman today, some sophomore was shoving him into the lockers” I smiled awkwardly, hoping he would buy my lie.
He just raised an eyebrow and sighed, “So I guess the bullying never stops in school huh?”
I was taken aback by his statement, “What?”
“The bullying, it was awful when I was at school and it seems to be just as bad still”
“You were in school not that long ago though?” Frank stated but it came out as more of a question.
“Oh yeah I know but I thought it might have improved, obviously not” Mr Way looked a little disappointed.

I looked at Frank solemnly and mouthed “Everything will be ok”, I don’t think he believed me though , I don’t think I believed me. Mr Way strode back and disappeared behind the canvas at the front of the room, it was the same one he was working on yesterday. I had caught a quick glimpse of it yesterday upon leaving detention, all I could pick up on was a lot of blood and girl in a pink dress before Mr Way blocked me from being able to see anymore. He had given me a stern look and I had hurried out of the room a little creeped out and curious as to his choice of artwork. Maybe I should ask about it? Nah. That’s a bit invasive. Art is a personal thing sometimes, I shouldn’t pry.
“Oh and I forgot to mention we’ll have a guest joining us this afternoon” Mr Way chirped up poking his head around from the canvas.
“Who?” Frank and I asked in unison.
“Tyler Sebastian” Mr Way answered. I heard Frank gulp and his body tense beside me.
“W-why” Frank stuttered.
Mr Way thought about his answer for a moment, “Uh, there was an incident this morning”.
Of course - the argument I had witnessed from my stealthy hiding place (that wasn’t really that stealthy). I was dragged away from my thoughts when I heard the door fly open and hit the wall. Tyler barged into the room his face painted with one emotion; completely pissed off. Frank recoiled and shifted closer to me, and I did the same shifting closer to him.
“So nice of you to join us Tyler, although you’re late and have earned yourself another detention, same time, same place” Mr Way’s face was hidden by the canvas but you could tell he was smirking and was very pleased with himself.

Tyler was seconds away from exploding in a fit of anger but stopped when he saw the two of us sitting together completely terrified but trying to hide the fact. Tyler sauntered to the back of the room glaring at us as he passed. All I could do was hope that Mr Way didn’t leave the classroom for any reason; if he did there’d be blood and probably the death of Frank and I. However if Tyler wanted to take all three of us on he probably could and do it with ease, after all he was at least 6 foot 5 and all muscle. My stomach lurched at the thought of him throwing my body across the room, blood escaping multiple wounds and staining the white walls a deathly crimson. As bad as the scene in my head was I pulled out my sketchbook and began to draw it, every cut, scratch and bruise perfectly detailed on Frank’s, Mr Way’s and mine’s bodies.

Notes

hello again! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, also I kind of feel as though maybe things are going too slowly? I don't want to rush things but I don't want you guys to be bored either! So please comment and all that with what you think! Also thank you for reading! And I have a long weekend this weekend, so no school tomorrow (fuck yes), so I should be writing ALOT and I should update a few times too! :)
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