If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me

Gerard’s POV
As I got onto the school bus, I couldn’t find any decent spaces, apart from one near the front, but the strangers’ bag was occupying it. I couldn’t bear to stand up for the whole half hour, so I nervously asked the person if I could sit there. He turned around to answer, which also meant that I got a glimpse of his face for the first time. I politely sat down and introduced myself to him.
“Oh, um, yeah, I’m Frank,” he smiled at me in a friendly way. That smile managed to light up his whole, tired face in an instant, and I kindly smiled back, before he turned and looked back out of the window, returning to his thoughts.
As the bus came to a stop, I waited until everyone had gone, and it was just Frank and I. I do this so I don’t get trampled on by everyone, as they’re all so much bigger than me. We hopped off the bus and slowly walked up to the front gates.
“Um, do you know what lessons you have today?” I asked, scared in case he wouldn’t be interested in my awful attempt at conversation.
“Err, I have double art with Miss Waters first period, you?” He sounds so nervous and polite, it’s actually quite adorable.
“Same!” I’m so glad I have first lesson with this boy, I’d love to get to know him, and he seems amazing.
We strolled over into the school. I was kept watch in case some of the bullies had arrived already, however I spotted one in the far corner of the hallway, and attempted, yet failed, to quickly turn away to find another route to my locker.
“Hey fag! Who’s your new friend?” I heard one of them say, Bob, I think. I sighed and kept on walking, hoping they’re not in the mood for beating me up today.
“Who are they?” Frank asked, concerned.
“No-one,” I said firmly.
“Okay,” He seemed hurt, but I wasn’t really bothered to apologise.
As soon as I got outside, I was shoved head first into the ground, thankfully my hands were free to stop my face being slammed into the concrete below.
“Go,” I said firmly to the shorter one, watching over me in shock, a terrified look on his face, and watched as he turned and left.
I tried getting up, but instead I was being picked up and being thrown into the nearest lamppost, the post making a possible bruise in my back. I winced in pain, secretly hoping for Frank to be here.
“How was your weekend, queer?” Bob spat in my face, clearly enjoying the pain he was inflicting on me. He went around with these two other guys, Ray and Mikey (A/N I’ve decided to not make Mikey Gerard’s brother, sorry!), but he was the strongest, they just followed him around ‘supporting’ him, and following his fierce orders.
I, however, was their main victim. Because of them, I’ve become rather weak, well, weaker than I was when I first joined this school two years ago. Considering they enjoyed hurting me, I never said anything back to them, which just resulted in them becoming frustrated and abusing me further.
Thankfully, before any further damage was done to my already abused body, the bell for first period went.
“See you later, whore,” Ray said sharply from behind, and followed Bob away.
All I felt like doing was sinking to the bottom of the lamppost and just crying. Letting everything they’ve ever said and done flow out, but I knew that Miss Waters would be mad if I was late to her lesson again, so I decided against the crying and headed off to art, knowing that Frank would already be there.

Notes

Sorry this is really bad, but over 20 reads already! Yay, thanks guys for reading and i love you all! :D <3

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