Teenagers

The day went by rather slowly. It was second to last period. Last period was my favorite class, only because Frank was in the class. It was Friday, and I was going to ask him to come over to my house, since we didn’t have band practice that night.
I was walking down the hall to the restroom. I didn’t really need to go, but I just wanted an excuse to get out of stupid language arts. When I got to the bathroom, I sat down on the floor. I heard footsteps and quickly stood up.
“Oh look,” said a familiar voice from the doorway of the bathroom, “the princes is doing her makeup.” I rolled my eyes at Victor White’s idiocy.
“The hell do you want?” I said. He came towards me quickly, grabbing me by the throat.
“You listen here you little piece of shit,” he said. His fingertips dug into my neck. His face was close to mine and I could smell his rancid breath.
“You don’t scare me,” I said between gasps for air. He let go and backed away. He grinned devilishly.
“I don’t scare you, queer?” He said loudly. I stood still, saying nothing. He approached me again, this time, almost no space between our faces. “Well, bitch, I should.” I didn’t reply.
He swung at my face, hitting me hard across the jaw. I stumbled back a little, then stood straight again. I wasn’t about to show this douchebag any weakness. He struck me again, this time in the shoulder. I will admit, he hit hard, and it hurt like a bitch, but I wasn’t about to let him know that.
“You gonna fight back you little slut?” He swung again, hitting me in the gut. I fell to the ground, landing on my knees. He kicked me in the back. I fell all the way to the ground. I spit out a little blood. Shit. He kicked me again, and again, and again. The bell rang, releasing us to our next classes.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, exiting the bathroom quickly. I curled up in the fetal position on the floor. I tried not to cry, but a few tears rolled down. I wiped my nose that was now dripping with blood. The bell starting class had rung, but I stayed on the floor.
After a while, I stood up and looked in the mirror. I had blood all over my face. I washed my self up then examined the rest of my body. My ribs ached and my jaw hurt, but the rest of me seemed fine.
I got up and went to class. I walked in and everyone looked at me. I don’t blame them. It’s not everyday a kid comes to class late, covered in blood, holding his ribs. I shuffled to the back of the room and sat in the chair next to Frank. I tried not to look at him, too embarrassed by what Victor had done.
The teacher gave us time at the end of class to talk. Before Frank could ask him what happened, I asked him, “Do you want to come over tonight?” His face lit up a little, but still plagued with concern.
“Sure, Gerard,” he said. I loved the way he said my name. I looked down and said nothing. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to seem weaker that I already appear. I felt someone touch my face. I looked up to see Frank crouching next to my desk, his hand on my face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I choked out, holding back tears, “I promise.” I felt myself blush a little, him being that close to my face. I looked to the side to see people looking at us and whispering to each other. Frank noticed too, as he awkwardly pulled back.
The bell releasing us to freedom rang. Frank and I trudged down the stairs, me still holding my side. I didn’t wait for Ray and Mikey today, as I desperately needed to get home as soon as possible. Frank got on the bus with me, the both of us sitting in the back seat. Things became awkward again as my leg was constantly brushing against Frank’s. I didn’t mind it though, but it was kind of awkward that I was getting aroused, and he looked at me as only a friend. I still talked to him and tried to forget how damn hot he was. And just how much my ribs and jaw hurt.

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