Unknown Identities

The bathroom is empty when he reaches it. Thank God, he thought leaning over the sink letting his nose drip blood while he tried his hardest to get rid of the blood staining his jacket’s sleeve. Mom’s going to kill me and if she doesn’t Mikey will. This was just not his day.
But as he sat there, his nose gushing a constant flow of blood, he didn’t think about that, or the aching pain he felt throughout his head from the blow. No, what he thought about was Frank. Why didn’t he let him help? It would’ve been the perfect opportunity to be alone with him. God, he was such an idiot sometimes.
He grabbed a few paper towels as the bell signaling the beginning of the school day rang. He didn’t care, English was stupid and his nose was still bleeding so it’s not like he could’ve gone anyway. He pushed the paper towels against his nose, trying to stop the blood flow. Slowly the blood was clotting, thankfully the stupid jock hadn’t broken his nose so he had nothing really to worry about. He looked in the mirror staring into his own eyes. His black hair was a mess, what color shall I dye you next? He thought laughing to himself. Oh, I’m going insane. What about red? It’ll match the blood I see on a daily basis. Damn was that a morbid thought or what? But despite the thought, red might not be a bad idea…Mikey was going to kill him.
He sat down on the tiled floor leaning against the wall that separated the bathroom from the hallway waiting for the blood to clot. Then he could go see his Frankie.
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Frank slowly walked back down the hallway he had come from. More students lined the way now but none of them concerned Frank. He wanted so badly to make sure that guy was okay. I’m never okay, he said. What the heck is that supposed to mean and why is he never okay? He slammed his head against a locker, thankfully it was his locker and it didn’t fall apart. Why do I care so much? I don’t even know the guy, sure he’s adorable and deathly attractive….I don’t even know where I was going with that. Damn it! I need to focus.
“Ahh, Frank are you talking to your locker?” Mikey asked as he walked by heading for his first period class.
“Yes,” Frank said simply but completely sarcastic.
“You are losing it, my friend,” the blonde said walking away.
“I’m aware,” Frank answered back and Mikey chuckled.
Frank opened his locker, he doesn’t even know why he bothers with the combo anymore. His locker opens if he puts anything it the stupid lock. Guess it’s just habit. The locker swings open and a sheet of paper much like the first falls out of the rusty old thing. Frank immediately smiles and grabs the letter. Reading it makes him even happier.
Frank,
So you didn’t completely freak out when you found my first letter to you so I’m assuming that means you appreciated it. When I saw you next you looked happier and I want to believe that was because of me but I could be wrong. I know you still have no idea who I am, though yesterday I swear you were so close to saying something to me and I wanted so badly to talk to you. But you never said anything and I don’t blame you for that. You don’t even know my name so how could I expect you to talk to me. I should have said something, maybe if I had we could’ve have become friends. If I asked would you be my friend? What am I saying, of course you wouldn’t want to be my friend. Nobody in this stupid school wants to so how could I expect you to? For now I’ll be okay, but I don’t know how long that’ll last. I really like you Frankie, and remember someone out there loves you.
Frank smiled to himself as he slammed his locker shut and slung his backpack, now filled with the day’s books and binders over his shoulder and headed towards his first class. The guy, why do I automatically think it’s a guy? It could be a girl, wrote him another letter, it wasn’t a onetime thing. This made Frank smile even more, I never knew it would feel this good to feel loved. He thought. If only I knew who this was so I could become closer to him. Or her, God Frank it could be a girl. But somehow he knew it was a boy who wrote him these letters. All the girls here either didn’t care enough to be interested in Frank or were bold enough to just walk up to him if they really wanted to. He doubted that one of those girls would be smart enough to come up with an idea like this though. No it’s definitely a guy. Yep, that narrows it down to about half the junior student body. I’m totally screwed.
He reached his first hour English class and sat down with a smile still on his face. Moments later Bob sat down next to him.
“What are you so smiley about?” he questioned raising an eyebrow at the letter that Frank was folding and unfolding in his hands. “Is that the same one or a new one?”
“A new one,” Frank said moving to put the letter in his backpack. Bob snatched it out of his hands before he got it there.
“So that’s what this look is about,” Bob said and began reading the letter while fending off Frank as he tried to get the letter back. “Quit it, I’m trying to read!” he called out and Frank slumped back into his chair crossing his arms.
“Sounds like someone seriously has a crush on you,” Bob concluded throwing the letter back at him. Frank scrambled to catch it.
“I don’t know, it kind of sounds like he does,” Frank said folding the letter and succeeding with putting it in his backpack this time.
“He?” Bob asked raising an eyebrow, “didn’t know you swung that way, Frankie,”
“Oh shut up, It just sounds like it’s a he, doesn’t it? Besides I never said I was interested,” His face flushed and Bob smirked. Frank hit him upside the head right as the teacher walked into the classroom.
“Mr. Iero, what are you five years old?” she questioned, seeing him hit Bob rather hard.
“Yes ma’am,” Frank called out causing a few people around him to snicker. The English teacher only rolled her eyes and then proceeded to start writing on the board. This was where Frank checked out. English really wasn’t worth any of his time, he was passing and that kept his mom happy so he really didn’t care. He rested his head on his desk looking sideways across the aisle between the desks. It was then that he noticed an empty seat right across from him. Who sits there? I know someone does and they are usually always here. Why can’t I remember who? Great another person to figure out.
“Hey, who sits there?” Frank whispered to Bob as the teacher droned on about the importance of proper grammar. News flash, no one gives a shit! He thought as Bob looked at the empty desk a few feet away from Frank.
“Some weird kid, always doodling in his notebook. Really don’t know much about him,” Bob said, shrugging.
“Do you know what he looks like?” Frank asked and Bob snickered at him.
“Frank, just because you recently discovered your sexuality doesn’t mean you have to go around checking out every guy at this school,”
“Asshole,” Frank muttered and Bob silently laughed at him.
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For the rest of first period, Frank tried his hardest to focus. He just couldn’t, he constantly found himself glancing at the desk across from him thinking that maybe the student might just magically appear and introduce themselves. No such luck.
Second period wasn’t any better. His thoughts this time on the unnamed guy he saw this morning get punched in the nose. He wondered if he went to the nurse or if he suffered alone in a bathroom somewhere in the school’s few. Why didn’t I stand up and help him, followed him instead of walking away disappointed, I might have gotten a name out of him and maybe a new friendship. Frank really couldn’t concentrate at all.
Second period dragged on forever and by the time the bell rang, Frank was ready to explode. Why can’t I figure anything out! He practically ran from the classroom towards his locker, remembering that he forgot his math homework in it. He passes numerous lockers with students shuffling through books and attempting to fit all of them in their backpacks.
Going to his locker, he too shuffled around for his math notebook containing his homework. Finding it, he shoved it into his backpack, slams his locker shut and freezes in his tracks. Standing at his own locker is the inky haired boy. Not a trace of blood on his face from this morning. He slings his own backpack over his shoulder and continues on to his next class. So I guess he’s alright. Still wish I could’ve helped in some way. He, too then started to head to his next class. The black haired teen a few paces in front of him, weaving through the crowded hallway as if no one even saw him. But Frank did and it took all his effort to keep his eyes straight forward focusing on anything but the boy walking in front of him. He did notice however that the teen was a few inches taller than him, that didn’t surprise him all that much though. Everyone was taller than him.
Frank followed the black clad teen all the way to his 3rd period classroom. Do we really have this class together too? I am such a fucking nonobservant idiot. Fuck, the guy even sits right fucking next to me. What the hell is wrong with me? Frank said walking to his seat. The boy sat in the desk directly next to his. Seriously, how did he not notice before? I’m going to blame Bob, just because I can. Speaking of Bob, where is he? Doesn’t he sit in front of me?
“Hey, Frank, find your crush yet?” Bob shouted to the room. Speak of the devil. He was so happy that only Bob and the inky black haired teen were the only ones in the room and the later really didn’t seem to be paying any attention to anything around him. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice him, he’s so quiet compared to all of my other friends.
“No I haven’t found him,” Frank said and the black haired teen threw a sideways glance at him. Frank barely saw it but it was enough to know that the boy was listening to their conversation. Now he decides to listen. Perfect, just what I need. Scare him away before I even get to know him.
“So you admit to liking a he?” Bob says
“What?!...I said him didn’t I?” Frank said sighing. He could’ve sworn that the boy next to him laughed slightly. Frank smiled, really, how did I not meat this guy until now? Well I still haven’t really met him but I’m working on it.
“You sure did Frankie, and now you’re spacing out staring at the poor guy next to you,” Bob said laughing as Frank’s face turned a bright red. The black haired teen sitting next to Frank bent lower over his notebook trying to hide his own blush. Can I just go home yet? He thought. Please?
“I am not,” Frank shouted, at Bob. The teacher glanced in his direction, giving off a be- quiet-or-I’m-going-to-murder-you vibe. Frank smiled shyly in an apology. Bob burst out laughing as the shorter boy glared at him.
"But seriously, regardless of if it's a girl or a boy, I can't help help smiling," Frank said. "It's just nice knowing someone cares a little more," Bob raised an eyebrow at him.
"So you're saying you don't find these letter creepy at all?"
"The opposite actually. It's weird I know but really I feel like if I did get to know this person that maybe it might work, Do I sound crazy?"
"No, not all Frankie. You sound like a hopeless romantic thirteen year old girl,"
"Fuck you, Bob" This time Frank knew he saw the boy sitting next to him laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Frank questioned irritably. That made the guy stop laughing, he looked up at Frank with his hazel eyes, smiling oh God, this is just not going to work. Frank thought. He just shook his head, black hair swinging across his eyes. Pushing it behind his ear he continued doodling. Frank watched him intently.
"You're staring again," The teen mumbled, his face colored slightly. Frank looked away just as the teacher called for there attention. Red coloring his cheeks as well.
Yes, today was just neither Frank, nor Gerard’s day

Notes

Thanks for all your comments. It helps me write the next chapter. This would've been posted yesterday but I had to finish an art project so this had to wait until today...or tonight seeing as it's eleven o'clock at night right now. Also I've almost got the whole story outlined and just waiting for my ideas to become a story. So far there is a total of 11 and a half chapters (chapter 12 not being finished yet) and I'm still going. I'm thinking maybe 20. Give or take a few.
Tell me what you think and if there is anything I can improve on. See you in the next chapter.