I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

The sound of the bell symbolised the end of the lesson and i look at my times table to see which lesson i have next. music. yes i've got music next, music's my favourite lesson, well honestly it's the only lesson i truly like. I hurry down the hall ways without being slammed into any lockers or even called any names which is relieving, however as i reach the classroom i realise i forgot to bring pansy. shit i hope they have a suitable guitar for me to play. i enter the classroom and head straight over to where the guitars are kept and i search through them knowing the teacher will happily just let everyone get on with there own projects. i finally find a decent rhythm guitar and pull it out of its stand.
my body suddenly jumps out of its skin when i feel a hand grab my shoulder whole a body leans over it also. i turn around quickly to see a tall skinny frame stood behind me. the boys voice breaths closely on to me "hey" he's cheerful but somewhat annoying loud to say he's only talking. he looks strangely familiar, "any bass guitars in there?" he asks me with a smile.
he soon leans his body around mine for some reason i don't move i don't know why i probably seem really rude. he browsers through the guitar collection before pulling a guitar out of its stand and wrapping the strap over his shoulder. i watch him as i glare over his features, his messy long hair drips in and out of the frame of his glasses and he's wearing some black skinny jeans, a long sleeved grey shirt and some scruffy boots.
"hey i'm mikey" he say holding his hand out, his voice bringing me out of my tense like stair. i take his hand and shake it "frank" i tell him
"arrr he finally speaks" i assume he's joking as he lets go of my hand with a slight giggle.

I watch him as he walks over to a lone table in the corer of the room and i soon find myself following him and sitting in the chair next to him. He begins to play the guitar which is in his hands and i can instantly tell that's he's really talented, "hey" i say you interrupting his tune and he looks over with a questioning look on his face.
i say the words in my head and i know they are about to sound creepy but i need to tell him
"ummm i think i saw someone drawing you earlier today" he immediately starts laughing as if i've said something funny. i look at him my eyes widening with confusion. he looks back at me realising i don't understand
"scruffy black hair and a large amount of eye liner?" he asks casually.
i nod my head wondering how he knows the boy, my mind thinking back to his beautiful hazel eyes.
"oh it's fine" mikey's voice is soft and calm "that's my brother Gerard"
oh Gerard, so the mysterious boy finally has a name, i like it. i smile over at mikey as the word "Gerard" sticks in my brain.
"he should be in this class" mikey says scanning the room with his eyes and as if just on cue Gerard's tall slender figure strolls through the classroom door. he doesn't apologise for being late when he walk's in staring at the floor. He only looks up once and i assume it's to find mikey. he instantly starts making his way over to us and sits at the same tale. He pulls a different notebook out now to the one he was drawing in earlier and flicks through the pages stopping at one filled with scruffy hand writing, my eyes watch him intently and i realise he's still using the pen i borrowed him previously.
he lifts his head slightly looking my way, awkwardly i'm already staring at him. his eyes peak through his hair which is just touching his eye lashes and his lips curl ever so slightly in the corners.
"hey" he whispers, his voice so quite he's almost mumbling, i think he's talking to me but as he says it he looks at mikey, directing it towards his brother at the last second. "hi Gerard" mikey says in his joyful tone "this is frank" he continues. Gerard looks back at me turning his smirk into that toothy smile again. he waves the pen in his finger tips "thanks frank" he whispers.
"wait have yo two already met?" mikey asks looking from me to his brother. Gerard answers before i can open my mouth "i wouldn't call it that" what does that even mean, what does he call it then. i giggle silently in my head realising he really is mysterious.
Everything goes quite for a moment the only noise is Gerard's pen scribbling words down on the page but i can hardly make out his hand writing and give up on trying read it.

When the music lesson ends i deicide to go to my locker so i can change my books and grab my maths and science ones. i love my locker, although everyone got a chance to decorate there lockers i didn't. most students plastered theirs with photos or creative drawings however i have no friends to take pictures which, well not any more and i certainly cant draw so i just painted mine black. represents my mood when i'm a school honestly. blacks also one of my favourite colours so i find it suitable. i open the locker and start putting my books away and grabbing the ones i need my eyes are drawn over to the one photograph which i have placed on the inside of the locker door. its me and josh, it's about two years old but it's the old photo i have with a friend. we took it one summer at the beach , my memory reminds me of how good that day was and i realises that it was probably the best day of my life. i suddenly start regret being mean to josh earlier i should be nicer to him seeing as though he is my only friend. snapping back to reality i remember that i should be getting to class, i slam the metal door shut but jump a little as i'm surprised to see Gerard stood next to me. He's peering into the locker next to mine, i hate that locket its a horrible yellow colour and the person who use to own it must have had a horrible style sense or something because honestly the colour looks like someone's thrown up on it. i'm not surprised Gerard's been giving the horrid locker though, no ones used it since i've been here so i guess someone had to have it some day.
"frank" Gerard says spinning his head a little to look at me. ummm he says my name as if it's rolling off his tongue and it sends a small tingle down my spine.
"oh hey" i reply trying not to show my smile to much. my eyes looking at his face noticing how his hair sweeps softly across his forehead. he doesn't say anything else so i guess he was only saying hey, i try to continue to conversation which is strange seeing as i'm normally very anti social. "so when did you and mikey move here?"
"we just got here this weekend" he answers while rooting through his locker probably to find the right books. "oh okay" my voice trails off and i soon find my eyes are rolling down Gerard figure then back upwards. he's wearing old worn out converse like me, i smile a little. His long skinny legs are covered which black skinny jeans, ripped in some places down the knee's and shins i like that, i might rip some of my jeans. my eyes continue to roll upwards noticing his slightly faded iron maiden back hoodie. When my eyes finally make there way back up to his face i realise he's staring right at me. shit i've totally just been caught checking him out i feel my cheeks begging to warm and i'm certain they have probably gone red with embarrassment. however he doesn't say anything, which is only making the situation more awkward. trying to find a topic to start a new conversation i see his sketch book hanging out of this bag.
"i really liked your drawing of mikey" i tell him, his face shows a shocked mixed with slight disappointment as he clearly didn't want me to see that drawing in class.
"you wasn't suppose to be looking" he whispers in a more deep tone of voice then normal. "why?" i ask "you good, really good" i smile at him
"thanks" he say quietly making my skin prickle on the surface at his cuteness. i'm really attracted to him. His cheeks bush pick a little on his almost white face at my compliment. fuck he's hot. i cant help myself although i don't mind it i haven't been attracted to anyone in a while and it feels good.
"what lesson you got next??" i ask with a new found confidence. he give me confidence.
i watch as he looks down at his times table "maths" he say looking back up at me and i let our eyes lock together for a moment "me too" i smile not letting his glare go. i know we've only just met but this boy has a hold on me already.
"come on" i whisper grabbing his upper arm gently and turning him to walk down the hall way to maths class. he follows me in silence but its a god silence.Once we enter the classroom i realise how late we are, i apologise to the teacher before walking to the back row of desks, sitting down and watching Gerard as he follows me and sits on the desk next to me. a few students snigger as we walk through the class and one jock sat near the front whisper "faggots" however he makes it loud enough for everyone to hear and soon the majority of the class is laughing along with him. it doesn't bother me at all as i said i'm use to it plus how is telling me what i am hurtful, its just stating a fact. However when i look over at Gerard he is shooting the guy a deadly look, he seems to be scared of Gerard as he instantly turns back around to pay attention to the teacher. A smile creeps on my face at the though of the "hard" kids being scared of Gerard but then i sadly realise that if Gerard was affected by the comment it probably means he's straight. god danm he's straight. i bet he's staight. the good looking ones always are
oh well we can still be friends right?

Notes

a longer paragraph this time
i like decribing gerard as slender, is that wierd?
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