i think he likes you, man

I grunted as I pushed the door open and rushed out of it like there was a bomb in there. Nope, just the undeniable fear my history teacher would approach me and ask if i just got sexually assaulted under the table. Well it wasn't exactly assault. Or anything along those lines. I had tried to pretend to be annoyed with him but it really wasn't working and he saw through me like a glass door. Like the one I was walking through. I heard his high pitched laugh run through my mind and they were disturbed by his beautiful presence. Actual fucking rage.
"you..." I decided against pinning his neck to the wall. He might enjoy it, plus I didn't need people thinking we may just possibly be gay. He could hear the anger in my raspy voice and decided not to piss around with me.
"I am going to fucking kill you." I stared straight into his eyes and he loosened up.
"come on, I know you enjoyed it" he said. He winked and my eyes diverted but I still knew he did, because I could hear it in his voice. I looked up at him, still wondering what I had after break and half wondering what I was going to eat for dinner, but the majority of my brain was focused on this piece of hot shit in front of me.
"seriously? In class? I actually LIKE history, man..." I trailed off after telling the worst lie in the history of lies.
"you just looked so...i don't know. It was a matter of temptation, and you hate history" he had this annoying power of being able to be right and know he's right when I want him to be wrong because im trying to be dominant but he knows me too well and I don't even know my middle name. I fell silent for a minute.
"what's next?" I murmured.
"I don't know but I have Spanish" he looked down at me and I tried to push the thought of Gerard speaking fluent Spanish in a sexy ass accent out of my head but it would not budge and I don't know why I did it but I did and I kissed him. In the middle of the hallway. At a school of homophobic, overly-clichéd fuck heads, all dying for a bit of attention and gossip.
Who all think we're straight.
Oops.
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Oh, oh shit. Okay. So. His lips are pressed to mine and his hands are firmly on my shoulders, presumably to reach my face, and my hands want to pull his waist into mine, and my lips want to kiss him harder but the unsettling reality kicks in- probably at the exact same time for frank too- that we're in the busiest hallway in our school. He pulls himself off me as multiple people start staring, and I started going bright red. He took a step back and just stared at me. I stared back, I mean, what just happened? Okay, so a lot of people were watching now. And...laughing. A lot.
"didn't know you two were into dicks, huh?" A mocking voice called from the other end of the hallway, but still in earshot. Shit. What do I do? I kept staring at him. Directly in the eyes. If we moved, we would probably get mauled to death. Honestly, its like living with a adult male lion.
"what have you never seen gays before?" I decided to stick up for us. For frank. His terrified expression told me that was probably a shit decision.
"yeah, but not you two though" another anonymous mouth shouted at us. I felt physically ill. I was glued to the spot and frank's eyes were beaming straight into mine and that kept me as still as possible. They'll all move on. The panic spread over his already pale face and I thought, for a scary minute he was going to pass out. You could have split the tension with a chainsaw, we were literally waiting the next homophobic remark. Oh, and they did not move on. A small-ish blonde jock from our year paced his way towards us, and if I was any closer to puking or punching his fucking face open, it was now. Everything about him pissed me off. Especially his face. I could tell frank was thinking the exact same damn thing as me. Run. Just run, and run home. Don't come back.
"who let you fucking gaylords in here?" Wow, mature.
"we did, actually. Would you like to say something else before I obliterate your fucking existence?" Frank shouted at the boy, and he recoiled a little bit, to my...almost amusement.
"no?" Frank mocked him, and people started crowding. I stepped back and didn't even stop him from doing exactly what I wanted to do. The kid, whose name I never actually catch, started to turn around when frank literally punched him straight in the right side of his face so hard I have never seen someone fall and bleed on the floor so quickly. I was actually impressed. Frank turned and looked at me, impressed with the mess and silence he'd caused. The horrified faces did not look away as he grabbed both my hands.
"darling, I think we should run as fast as we can because I have a feeling we're about to be brutally killed by everyone in this building." He deadpanned as everyone watched him lean up and kiss me lightly, literally because he didn't give a fuck who knew it now, and neither did I. Fuck them.
"that sounds like a wonderful idea, honey." I laughed as we started running for the back door at the end of the hallway.
"FUCK ALL OF YOUUUUU" frank ran backwards with his middle fingers raised towards the shocked crowd of people who still didn't give a shit that a half unconscious jock was still on the floor.
We're completely fucked over backwards.

Notes

I wrote this all at my nans house can you imagine the awkward
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