Unknown Identities

The hallways are empty. Not a single student to be seen, except for one. The student wears black, a hood over their head covering their hair completely. They meander down the hall, taking their sweet time. The sounds of a busy lunchroom echo through the empty passage. Everyone’s away at lunch…the perfect time to walk alone down a hallway unseen.
The hooded student stops walking, looking at the lockers that line the walls. Yes, it’s one of these….but which one? 332…334…336 there it is, 336. That’s the one, I think.
The figure clad in black slips a piece of paper with writing all over it out of their hoodie’s pockets. A note to another student…No more like a letter from someone the other doesn’t know exists. But the figure knows who he is and sometimes they wish they didn’t. It would’ve been easier that way. The student sighs and slips the letter inside the blue locker with the label 336 on it.
The student in black then slowly continues walking down the hallway as if nothing had happened. And as far as they were concerned nothing did happen. The teen walks slowly towards the lunch room, almost as if this were their death march. And it might very well be for this particular student.
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Frank walked into the lunch room, looking around for a place to sit. None of his friends were in the lunch room yet so that meant he could pick the place to sit today. Not that it really mattered, the group of four sat in the same place every day since they first started high school. Well three of them did, the fourth, being a year younger, didn’t come until their sophomore year. Frank still isn’t exactly sure how they became friends with him. He thinks it started over an argument about comics but he really couldn’t remember.
He walked over to their table, it was one of the first tables you saw when you first walked into the room so they could easily escape without any of the supervisors seeing.
He pulled his heavy backpack off his back and sat down, waiting for his friends to come and join him, he always hated sitting alone. It made him feel like everyone was looking at him. He knew that wasn’t true because after all, who would want to look at a guy like him anyway. But he still couldn’t help the feeling that came when he sat alone.
It wasn’t long until Frank could see a familiar head of brown, frizzy hair coming towards him from the lunch line. Ray sat across from him with a questioning look.
“You know, to eat lunch you actually have to have a lunch,” Ray said
“Oh shut up, I’m not that big of an idiot,” Frank retorted, rolling his hazel eyes
“That’s debatable,” said another person sitting next to Frank.
“Nobody asked you, Bob,” the blonde laughed deflecting a French fry that came flying at him
“Hey! Throw my food again, Iero, and I’ll throw you across the lunch room,” Ray said trying to give Frank a serious look, it really didn’t work. He started bursting out in laughter when the smaller teen glared at him.
“Why do you guys find the need to make fun of my size in every conversation we have?! Just because I’m short doesn’t mean you can push me around!” Frank exclaimed. He really needed to consider nicer friends
“Sure it does, Frankie! Watch!” Bob said as he proceeded to push the black haired boy off the edge of the table and on to the ground.
Now on the ground, Frank yelled a few choice swear words at Bob until the fourth member of their group joined the table, lunch tray in hand.
“Whoa, why is Frank on the ground?” Mikey questioned.
“He said that we couldn’t push him around and I showed him we could,” Bob said taking a bite out of his sandwich.
“You guys are hopeless. Frank? Why are you still on the floor?” Mikey asked and Frank pushed himself up off the floor.
“I’m going to my locker, I’ll be back,” Frank said
“Remember your lunch!” Ray called as he walked out
“Yes, Mom!” Frank yelled back looking over his shoulder and not right in front of him. Which caused him to run straight into a latecomer to the lunchroom. The student was clad in all black and had their hood up.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, the other person only nodded in his direction and then continued walking into the lunch room. Okay, that was weird. He thought as he continued down the hall to his locker.
The hallway that held his locker was completely empty, void of any of the students that would soon meander around, wanting to be anywhere but here. Frank looked on the right side of the hallway for his locker, counting down by twos.
340…338….336, there you are. He stopped in front of his locker. Faded blue in color and rusty around the edges, if he really tried he could pry any locker he wanted open with ease. He opened his locker with little difficulty, even though he completely screwed up the combo.
The locker swung open and out fell a sheet of paper. He stood there staring at the folded sheet. He carefully picked it up and looked around the hallway. This has got to be some sort of mistake, or maybe a sick joke from someone. He carefully unfolded the paper and on the inside was what looked like a letter written on a page torn from a sketch book. There were no lines on the page but yet the person wrote completely straight. The handwriting was nothing special but it looked like the person took their time on it and didn’t rush. Frank looked around the hallway, seeing if he could find the person who slipped this into his locker, no one was around. He quickly scanned the letter, looking for whoever it was addressed to. No fucking way. He thought as he looked at the top of the letter. This was for him, it said it right there at the beginning of the letter. Frank Iero. It didn’t say who it was from but it did say a lot of other things. Frank read the letter to himself:
Frank Iero
Okay so I’m really no good with this kind of stuff at all. I mean I couldn’t even come out and say any of this to you in person. I had to write it down and then slip it into your locker. Please don’t think I’m a stalker for knowing where your locker is, mine is only a few away from yours so I see you every day. Okay, that sounded creepy but really I’m trying not to be. The point of this letter is to tell you how much I like you even though I know you don’t like me. But there’s the problem, you don’t even know who I am. We’re in the same grade, have every single class together, and our lockers are close by and yet you never see me. But I’ve seen you, even though I really wish I hadn’t. It would have saved me so much pain. Not that liking you is a pain because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, but it’s the fact that you don’t see me that hurts. I wish I could tell you all this in person, but I can’t. I probably could never tell you in person. I know for a fact that you would never like me the way I like you. But I can live with that for now, as long as I kept myself sane somehow, I’ll be fine. But that’s getting harder and harder every day. I wish I could talk to you and tell you how amazing you are because I know you don’t hear that enough. Please don’t forget that someone out there cares. I’ll see you in class.
The letter wasn’t signed. It was blank at the bottom where one would normally sign their name. He slowly folded the paper back to its original form. He closed his locker and leaned against it, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground. His lunch and all thoughts of food forgotten. He wasn’t hungry anymore.
Someone in this school likes me? How the hell did I manage that? I barely got my friends to like me. But this person sounds completely love struck. Shit, am I crying? Damn Frank get your emotions in check.
He thought as he wiped his tearing up eyes dry. The person who wrote the letter just seemed so desperate, like he really wanted to be with him and nobody but his mother really wanted to be with him. Well maybe Mikey, Bob and Ray but he never really counted those guys, they wouldn’t care for him the way the writer says he does. He pushed himself off the ground and shuffled back to the cafeteria, still holding the letter in his hands.
“Ahh, Frank? Did you forget something?” Came Ray’s voice as he sat down without his lunch. “Isn’t that the reason you went to your locker?”
“I’m not hungry anymore,” he replied looking at the piece of paper in his hands.
“What could make you so upset that you don’t want to eat?” Mikey questioned.
Frank lifted up the piece of paper and threw it on the table. The three other boys instantly unfolded the paper wanting to know what made their usually energetic Frank seem so sad.
“Ooo, someone’s got a crush on you,” Bob teased as he finished reading the letter.
Frank looked up as the letter passed into Mikey’s hands. Frank could’ve sworn he could saw recognition flash in his eyes.
“Mikey? What was that?” Frank asks
“What was what?” he replied sounding guilty. Yep, he knew something.
“You looked at the letter like you recognized something,” Frank said.
“Oh, it’s just…I’ve seen the handwriting before,” he replied averting his eyes. He definitely knows something. But I’m never going to get it out of him, maybe if I find him a unicorn…
“Yeah,” Bob agrees. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that handwriting before too, probably from one of the classes I have with you. They are in those classes with us after all,”
“I just can’t put a name to it,” Mikey says. He’s lying Frank thought.
Mikey hands Frank the letter and he re reads it. Thinking that maybe if he does, he’ll recognize something, anything. No such luck. Why would Mikey not tell me what he knows? He wonders, looking around the lunch room for clues. But he finds none and then the bell rings and he has no hope of finding his secret writer.
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After suffering through another two periods, Frank finally gets to go to a class he enjoys, art. He always liked art, even though he wasn’t particularly good at it. He still liked watching the people that could draw and paint, there was just something beautiful about it.
He walked into the classroom to see a new seating chart on the white board along with their assignment for the day. Wonderful. He thought. I get to sit next to a complete stranger, let’s just hope he or she doesn’t get creeped out if I space out watching them draw.
He moved to his new seat, the table was already occupied by the other person who sat across from him. They were the only two at the table that would seat four so the guy had his stuff strewn all across his half of the table. Carefully placed so it didn’t go over into Frank’s half.
The guy didn’t even move when Frank sat down across from him, not even when he slammed his backpack rather loudly on the table either.
Who is this guy? I don’t think I’ve seen him before.
The guy had dyed black hair, He didn’t know how he could tell that it was dyed he just could. Maybe because his hair was also dyed black but that didn’t really matter. His hair was longer than most but it barely even touched his shoulders. Frank couldn’t see his face because his bangs were hanging over it while he drew. He wore all black, also like himself, and it contrasted greatly with his rather pale skin.
Frank didn’t even realize he was staring at the guy until the black haired teen looked up and met his eyes. Frank couldn’t help but stare a few moments longer. The guy was attractive. He had Hazel eyes that had a greenish tint to them. How did I not know this guy was in my class before? I think I might have noticed at one point.
He was still staring at the guy as he pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked back down at his drawing, blushing slightly. Frank broke out into a small smile, and followed suit. I haven’t even said a word to the guy and I already think he’s adorable. Hell, I don’t even know the guy’s name or that he existed until five minutes ago. I really am hopeless.
The rest of class went by rather quickly. Frank could’ve swore he saw the black haired boy glance at him a couple times throughout the period. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of the day and Frank immediately began putting away his supplies, wanting to get home as soon as possible. He looked at the guy across from him, to see that he hadn't moved an inch. He stills sat in the same position, drawing away in his sketchbook with his hair over his eyes.
Frank walked to his locker a few yards away from the art room door, keeping an eye out for the hazel eyed teen. Nothing, the whole time he’s at his locker the attractive boy that sits across from him doesn’t come out of the room. Frank imagines that the guy probably doesn’t have many friends and that makes him feel kind of bad for not saying anything to the guy after awkwardly staring at him for fifteen minutes. But he shrugged it off and walked out of the school and to his home.
When he arrives, his mother isn’t home yet so he goes straight up to his room. Wanting to be alone for a while with his thoughts. He pulled the letter out of his pocket and read it again.
”We’re in the same grade, have every single class together, and our lockers are close by and yet you never see me.” He read out loud to himself. “Whoever you are, we’re in all the same classes, so you’re right. Why haven’t I noticed you?” he asked to no one
I’m going to find out who you are. Even if it kills me.

Notes

Well, I think that went rather well, don't you think? This is my first fanfiction story but it's definitely not my first time writing but I still make mistakes. If you find any or have any advice on how to improve my writing style please tell me. Thanks!