I'm Okay. Trust Me

Frank's POV

*beep beep beep beep*

I jolted straight up in bed to sound of my alarm. I breathed quickly. I could feel the sweat that made my shirt stick to me. I took a few moments to comprehend that I was awake, in my bedroom, in my house. I was safe. No one was going to hurt me.

*beep beep beep beep*

I snapped out of my daze and deep breathing and realized my alarm was still going off. I fumbled around and switched on my lamp that sat on my nightstand and clicked my alarm off on my phone. I peeled the bed sheets off of my sweaty body and slipped down the hall and into the bathroom. I flung my shirt and boxers into a pile on the floor and slid into the cold shower.

After I dried off, I walked back into my room and got dressed. I chose a plain black shirt and dark gray skinny jeans. I looked in my mirror and choppy, messy chocolate brown hair and dark circles under my eyes stared back at me. I sighed. I stood there for a minute, lost in thought.
I really didn't want to go to school today. Wait, when did I ever want to? But unfortunately I made the reputation of being the short, goofy guy who was always happy back in my freshman year. I have to live up to it or else people will go crazy and think I'm dying or something stupid like that. I hated it. Why couldn't people just realize that even the happiest of people feel like shit sometimes. Or a lot. In my case at least.

Just before the thought of last night's dream crept into my mind I jerked my head up and looked at the digital clock that sat on my dresser. 7:34. Fuck. My bus got here at 7:40. I had six minutes. I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and my backpack out of the corner of the room and flew down the stairs. Screw breakfast. And forget saying goodbye to my mom. She got back at three in the morning last night so I knew she was out drinking. Again. And I really didn't want to see her hungover. Again.

I flew out the door and down the street and got to the bus stop just in time. In front of me I recognized every person who gets on at my stop except one person. A boy. Slouched over. With shaggy black hair. And tight black jeans. And a blue and black jacket. And converse sneakers. And-
I mentally slapped myself when I realized I had stopped in my tracks to observe this boy and people were staring. Including the new boy. My cheeks flushed and I pushed my small body past everyone and onto the bus. When I found an empty seat, I scanned the rows to sneak another peek at the new boy. My cheeks burned with heat when I made I eye contact with him and realized he was staring back with his hazel eyes. I bit my lip unconsciously and the new boy looked down, uncomfortable and nervous. Great first impression Frank. Now he thinks you're a gay stalker.

Notes

Hi guys! I hope y'all enjoyed the first chapter, I'm extremely excited about writing this c: I would love to hear what you guys have to say so comment any opinions, questions, etc.

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