You're Beautiful, To Me

I'd seen him looking at me as they pushed me about. Not gonna lie, but I though he was a girl at first, with his long dark hair, pale skin and eyeliner.
I made eye contact with him and my first thought was 'wow'. I couldn't see him very well from a distance but he definitely looked attractive, he stared back at me and I felt my cheeks begin to glow, here I was being made fun of and I was mooning over a guy, yeah GUY, who was watching. My second thought was more of a realisation as I realised that he wasn't with the bullies, yeah he was standing and watching but he wasn't laughing with the rest of them. In fact, he looked kinda sad. I might have just imagined it but his eyes seemed to show that he empathised with me and knew how I felt, he seemed to want to stop it but couldn't bring himself too so just stared at me and felt guilty. He mouthed the word 'sorry' then turned away and I saw him slip out of a door that I wouldn't have seen if I'd just been passing, it was the same colour as the wall and seemed quite small. I don't know where it led to but I knew that the guy had gone through it, then I was shoved back into the locker and the crowd outside basically rolled on the floor, shrieking with mirth.
Once the bell had gone and the halls had cleared I lay on the floor, just waiting for some sort of attack or I don't even know, but none came so I picked myself up and looked at my timetable. I walked off to class and almost forgot about the guy whilst trying to work and fit in.
Almost, but not quite.
He crossed my mind occasionally and I found myself thinking about what he had experienced that could have made him so shy, or if it was perhaps the same people that had bullied him. I felt bad for him, he'd looked sad and kind of lonely and I felt that I should perhaps try to help him in a way. I also thought about trying to befriend him, if I could choose one friend to make in this school it'd be him, I need someone who I know won't just use me, and he looks like he could use a friend too to be honest. I didn't know how I'd go about it so spent the rest of the period trying to imagine the conversation I'd have with him.
The bell rang and I'd absentmindedly made my way to the cafeteria, thinking about nothing in particular except for looking out for the bullies and thinking about befriending this kid.
I grabbed some food and looked around, maybe this could be an ideal chance to talk to him, although I couldn't see him at any of the tables. Instead I made my way out again and ate my lunch as I walked around outside and inside, going nowhere in particular. Once I'd finished I kept wandering around and looking at stuff, the corridors were deserted and I couldn't decide if that were a good or a bad thing; if kids were there I'd be teased, but it was so silent I felt like I was trespassing.
I rounded a corner and saw a group of people up ahead, they were clustered around something and my curiosity took over. I walked up behind them and stood on my tiptoes so I could see what was happening, there was someone lying on the ground and the two guys who had shut me in the locker earlier were beating them up.
My vision went red, this wasn't fair and I needed to do something about it. I paused for a moment and took a breath before I took charge.
I shouted loudly and confidently at them, and when it looked like it hasn't made any difference I instinctively punched someone in the face. They stared then fled, the rest of the onlookers chasing after them. The two bullies didn't seem nearly as sure of themselves on their own and they shuffled off too.
I felt a small sense of achievement inside me as I went over to help the victim up, by a strange and happy coincidence it was the boy that I'd just been thinking about.
Maybe this would be my chance.
I helped him up, asking if he was alright, but I'd seemed to have done something wrong because he didn't reply and wouldn't even look at me. We stood there awkwardly until the bell rung, where he uttered a low 'thanks' before hurrying off.
I put the whole thing out of my mind and just concentrated on work for the next period, but when I saw him in art by himself I decided I'd take my chance.
So I did.
And I'm glad I did.
It didn't go too smoothly at first but it worked out in the end thanks to good music and I made my first friend at this school.
Gerard.
God, I loved his name. I loved the way he just kind of rolled it off his tongue casually when he said it. I loved the way it felt in my mouth when I said it. I kept silently repeating it to myself as we spoke and smiling at it.
I was actually glad that I'd decided to befriend him, rather than try with any of the popular people. I'm sure with the popular ones I would likely make lots of friends, but I'm also sure Gerard is probably a more genuine friend that any of them could be.
A strange mood came over me and I decided I'd tell him, so I did.
“Gerard, you seem like a nice person, I quite like you.”
And he just stared at me, not like in a bad way, but in a kind of awestruck way. I stayed still and stared back into his hazel green eyes. The end of the day bell rung and we broke eye contact and left the classroom.
"Goodbye! Seeya tomorrow, Gerard!" I shouted over my shoulder, taking great pleasure in pronouncing his name and smiling both outside and inside as I did it.
"Bye!" He called back and we both walked off.
So end of day one at my new school, although I was taken advantage of I don’t feel sad or upset or anything, in fact I’m actually feeling like I’ve accomplished something.
I have a grand total of one friend now and I'm quite happy with that.
His name is Gerard and he is honestly lovely.
I don't really wanna sound gay here but can I just say, he has the most stunning eyes.

Notes

So this one's in Frankie's p.o.v! I didn't really put much into it though so I know it's not really amazing, however I'll try to pick it up in the next few chapters!! c:
Please give feedback and all, thanks x ^.^