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I'm not okay.

Chapter Two:


***TIME LAPSE***

I woke up, light pouring in from the window, dominating my eyes, I sit up rubbing them, trying to adjust them to my surroundings. It was Wednesday, my second day at my new school, and i wasn't looking forward to it one bit. I drag on my clothes, grab my bag and leave quickly, before my dad could wake up. I always try to avoid him..
I walk to school as its not that far, i like walking, id rather do that than sit on a bus full of loud, annoying teenagers.
After about 10 minutes i get to school, and head towards my first class, which happens to be art, I'm pretty shit at art. I struggle to find the room as i haven't had art yet. I sit down and place my bag beneath me, waiting patiently for the rest of the kids to enter and sit down, the teacher waiting contently at the front.
Once everyone had sat down she starts talking, with a huge smile on her face,

'So today we have a new student in class-Frank, come here!' she says, opening her arms like i was supposed to run up and hug her or something.

I slowly get up, blushing, and i make my way to the front, i didn't smile, i didn't want too. Once i get to the front she places her hand on my shoulder and begins to talk again, i didn't get a word of what she said as id zoned out, noticing the most beautiful looking boy ever, he was staring at me, his eyes locked onto mine, i blushed then suddenly looked away realising what had just happened,

'okay so Frank you can go and sit down now' she smiles, pointing to my seat.

I'm not fucking 10...I walk alot quicker back to my chair as i didn't want people to keep staring, i already had anxiety and this didn't help. Sitting down i glanced at this boy again, he was in front of me, his hair was black and his skin, very pale...he was perfect in every single way.
The teacher set us off with some work and i sat there quietly doing as told...We had to draw a picture of our choice, so i chose a guitar, it sucked.

I walked over to where the teacher kept the paint and accidentally knocked some off, i stepped back, bumping into somebody, i turned around, it was him...the boy..I stood quiet a moment, had i just fucked everything up, embarrassed myself in front of this perfect boy standing before me?
's-shit sorry' i mumbled, brushing off my top, I'm such a fricking dick,

'its fine, don't worry' he giggled, blushing a little,

'so what's your name?' he adds, helping me to clean up,

'Frank, yours?' i say nervously, trying not to embarrass myself further,

'Gerard' he smiles, standing up and proceeding to put some paper in the bin,

'cool' i say, cleaning the last of the paint up.

'Don't be so nervous' he smiles, nudging me a little,

'ill come sit next to you' he adds, I nod and go back to my seat, he follows, bringing his work with him, it was amazing...

'Your drawing is really good' i say, trying not to sound creepy,

'thanks' he blushes, looking down at his art work,

'its fine' i say.

'so are you new here? i haven't seen you around before' he says, turning his attention to me, why was he so bothered? im no one special, i bet there's a load of new kids he could talk too,

'yeah, started yesterday' i say, scrunching up my paper and throwing it in the bin,

'why did you do that?' he says, looking at me strangely,

'i cant draw' i laugh, getting a fresh piece of paper and setting it in front of me.

'I'm sure you can, just try' he smiles. Ugh, easy for him to say i suppose.
I nod and carry on, trying my hardest to text his 'just try' theory, it doesant seem to work for me. I soon notice Gerard staring at me.

'what's that mark on your neck?' he asks, looking a little concerned, shit, it was what my father had done yesterday, but i wasn't gonna tell him that.
'um, i fell' i lied, worst lie ever...

'oh' he says, before continuing his work.

The rest of the lesson passes relatively quickly and it was soon the end, i pack my things away and go to leave, when Gerard asks me a question,

'want my number?' he says, looking a little anxious,

'uh y-yeah' i stutter, of course i wanted his fucking number.

He writes it down and passes it to me, smiling as he does so,

'see you around' he grins before leaving.

What had just happened?

Notes

i know its short but bear with me guys :3!!!

Comments

YA HE"S STAYING

Left Shark Left Shark
1/3/15

It's back! ^U^

Frerardified Frerardified
1/2/15

You're back!!.. YEY!!! Xx

Omg please keep writing please! ! This is so fucking emotional ♡♡♡♡

FuckmeFrank FuckmeFrank
10/21/14

Poor Frankie!.. I just wanna give him a hug.. And a giant bag of skittles! ;)