The Fantasy

Frank reluctantly dragged his tired body onto the rugby field. He yawned, keeping his eyes to the sodden ground as a cold wind ripped past him and the rest of the boys in his year; sending a chill down his spine as he wrapped his arms around his shivering body. The skies were dark that morning; filled with grey, pregnant clouds that were ready to burst and flood the pitch with an ongoing rain. The wind picked up, the boys around him groaned as they huddled together in their friendship groups; moaning about the British weather as the cold summer’s air crept up their black gym shorts.

A hand suddenly clamped down on his shoulder, turning him around in a sharp jerk. He turned and found himself staring into the furious eyes of Matt Woodlock. Matt stood around 5’8, towering over Frank as the wind ripped through his short blonde hair. He wasn’t a particularly scary looking kid, but as his friends began to fill in behind him, glaring at Frank with menacing faces, it was enough to leave anyone shaking in their boots. “Gotta hand it to you Frank, you got some big balls coming out here. Especially as your friend put my cousin in hospital” He sneered, his hands tightening their grip on Frank’s shoulders, digging his nails through Frank’s Rugby shirt and into his skin. He winced; pulling himself out of Matt’s clutches and began to walk away. He really didn’t need this today;

He wasn’t even there when Lacey got beaten up so why was Matt coming after him?“She’s got a fucking broken nose you prick!” Matt shouted, turning the heads of the boys in their year. Frank stopped, now a good distance away from them He sniffed, glaring back at them. “If you’ve got a problem with Jane, take it up with her. I didn’t touch your cousin” He replied matter-of-factly, shrugging them off.

Matt’s temper snapped, snatching a rugby ball out of the arms of one of his friends, hurling it towards Frank in a blind rage. He had no time to react. His eyes widened as the ball him square in the face, a searing pain raced through his nose as staggered back, falling into the mud. A warm liquid began to pour from his nose; quickly cupping in with his hands only to realise he was bleeding. Frank quickly jumped to his feet, pushing his way past the boys and getting up in Matt’s face; shoving him to the ground. Gasps and jeers filled the air as Frank lifted his foot, kicking him straight in the ribs. “You don’t fucking touch me again” he roared, watching Matt spluttering in the mud, struggling to get back on his feet.

The sound of a whistle echoed through the air. Mr Urie quickly came running over, hoisting up Frank as he took another swing Matt. “That’s enough Frank! Matt this is your final warning, now back off” He shouted, his dark eyes staring down menacingly at Matt who groaned and nodded silently. Mr Urie dropped Frank to floor a large amount of blood dripping from his face as he stared furiously at Matt. “Frank head to the principal’s office” Mr Urie instructed, running a hand through his dark hair as he sighed; he hadn’t signed up for this. Frank whipped his head round to face him, his hands curling into fists. “Sir he started it...” he protested. He knew what would happen if he entered that office- a quick call to his mother and before he knew it he would once again be looking for another school that would take a chance on a fuck up like him. “I wasn’t asking you Frank now get to Miss Bond’s office. Understand?” He barked, folding his arms as he watched a miserably Frank stomp off back inside.

He had really fucked up this time.

******

Mikey Way strolled down the corridor, his mind wandering from free thought to free form as the shrieking tones of Ollie Sykes screamed in his ears. His brushed a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes as he made his way towards his locker, struggling to carry the heavy guitar which he had strapped to his back. The bell suddenly rang out across the school as he turned left at the end of the corridor, signalling the end of lunch. Within seconds, students filled the corridor; their blue Belleville High blazers lighting up the school with an almost prestigious glow as they pushed and shoved their way through to try and get into the classrooms. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he moved quickly towards the stack of grey dented lockers just a few feet ahead of him. He fiddled his blazer pockets for the keys and took off the bolt. The door creaked open; he barely had time to step out the way before a body came tumbling out from it, landing on the floor with a hard thud. He blinked several times to make sure that he had just seen what he thought he did.

“Ray what the hell are you doing in my locker?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ray laid there for a moment, gingerly rubbing the back of his head, wincing as he looked up at Mikey; a large frown perched upon his face. “Fucking Scott Miller and his mates” He groaned as Mikey offered out his hand, hauling up his friend. He placed his guitar inside and placed the bolt back on, checking it was secure. “You know, I still don’t understand how they got you in there?” He said, tugging on the bolt. Ray cocked his head, screwing up his nose as Mikey turned to face him; struggling to hide the grin which ghosted the corners of his mouth. “Let’s not talk about eh, just thinking about them pisses me off” He muttered, shoving his hands deep inside his trouser pockets. Mikey nodded, smiling as they wandered towards the white double doors and out into the courtyard.

“So how’s you and Cat?” He asked quietly as they made their way over to the old oak tree which stood grandly in the centre of the courtyard, the summer breeze rustling the leaves as the sun shone down upon them; warming them with its midday glow. Ray took out a pair of dark sunglasses from his blazer pocket and sighed; trying to avoid Mikey’s gaze. “We’re ok” He said unconvincingly. Mikey raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to speak before Ray walked on ahead of him, striding off into the nearby English building. Mikey sighed irritably to himself; he really wasn’t in the mood for his and Caterina’s relationship problems. He found it hard enough just seeing them together, let alone hear Ray bitch and moan about how awful she could be.

He walked off, pushing his hair off his face as he headed over to the art department; at least there he could get some peace from the stupid relationship drama. He opened the door to find the class empty except for a young, dark headed boy who rested his head on the desk. “Erm art class is on right?” Mikey asked, slightly warily. The dark haired boy raised his head, shrugging as he slumped back in his seat. “No one was here when I turned up” He replied, his eyes fixed on Mikey. Mikey shifted uncomfortably, he was always awkward around new people. He ran his fingers through his hair as he slowly walked towards the table; clearing his throat. “I’m Mikey by the way” He said, sitting down beside him and dumping his bag on the floor. The boy smiled, nodding in reply. “I’m Frank” He said, linking his hands together on the table.

Within seconds, students began to flood into the classroom. The sweet smell of cheap perfume wafted through the door as the loud chatter of student gossip began to fill the room. Two beautiful blonde haired girls quickly walked inside the classroom, looking over at Frank and giggling to each other as they took their seats; waving at him as they sat. “That’s Harley and Beth, they’re part of the “in” crowd” Mikey whispered, staring down at the table; trying not make eye contact with either of the girls.

Frank smiled at the girls, winking back at them as he turned to face Mikey. “They don’t seem so bad” He said quietly, occasionally eying the laughing girls as they continued to stare at him. Mikey scoffed him, shaking his head as he looked at him with sympathy. “You’re the new kid, you don’t know anything yet”

The door to the classroom suddenly flung open and the class fell silent. A tall, slender man in a dark suit slowly walked in, his footsteps echoing through the room as he walked to the front of his desk. Frank stared at the man, suppressing a sudden urge to smile; he hadn’t seen a man this attractive before. The man stood at 6 foot, his hair brushed to the side with a long black fringe hanging down his pale face. But it was his eyes, those dark mysterious eyes that seemed to draw him in. The dark and frighteningly mysterious eyes of man who had seen a great deal of things they would rather have forgotten.

Frank watched the man’s eyes scan the room, locking on him and Mikey as Mikey shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Good afternoon class. I’m Mr Way.... your new art teacher” He said coldly.

Notes

First proper chapter- sorry its a tad slow but it will get better

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