Started With High School

"What do you mean he LIKE likes me?!" I yell. How is this possible?!
"One time me and Frank were hanging out and we were just talking and it just came up at one point you know?" Mikey said, avoiding the awkward eye contact that might happen.
"I can't deal with this! I don't even know how I feel about him! What if I like him back? What if I don't?! What am I supposed to do anymore!?" I yell at Mikey who was now walking towards the door backwards, trying to escape the room.
"Don't you dare fucking back away from me Michael! I need help with this!" I cried out.
"We will sort it out in the morning. Night Gee." Mikey said leaving the room.
All of a sudden I had a thought.
What if I DO like Frank?
What would I do then?
Is Mikey just fucking with me?
Oh god... What do I do?
Sleep sounds really good right now...
*the next morning*
I woke up at six when my alarm clock started shrieking its horrible noise.
I whack the clock to the floor, turning it off and probably breaking it.
I go into the kitchen and find that am listened to Mikey and bought another coffee machine. A really good one too.
I have about four cups of coffee (or eight, I dunno) and decide that today would be a good day until I saw Frank, then the awkwardness will begin. And it will grow until it consumes me completely... stop it Gee. Too much.
"Sup Gee." Mikey said as he walked/fell down the stairs and headed over to the new coffee machine and tried to figure out how to use it.
"Gee! How do you use the new machine?! Oh wait! Found it! False alarm!" He yelled over to me, completely unneccesarilly. I looked over to the clock on the wall and decided that I better get dressed.
I walked to my room and chose my usual outfit and picked up my school bag on my way downstairs. After Mikey had gotten ready and grabbed his bass guitar and the music we wrote yesterday we left the house and bagan the fifteen minute walk to hell. I mean school. Nope, I mean hell.
We arrived at school ten minutes before the first class started and we both went our separate way to collect our needed books from our lockers.
On my way to my first class I saw Jack waiting around some lockers. I turned around hoping that he wouldn't see me and walked away from him quickly. I think he didn't see me.
"Hey fag! Don't think I didn't see you! Come back here!" He yelled as he ran behind me. He grabbed my neck and pushed me against the lockers behind me. I tried to escape but I just couldn't.
"Don't struggle! You know what happens to fags who struggle? Huh? This!" And he started to repeatedly punch me in the stomach. Nothing new. After a few minutes he dropped me to the floor and left me.
I eventually got over it and skipped first class. Then realised that I couldn't be bothered to go to any others. Except music... I had to see Frank.
I skipped until last period and walked to music class and sat with the gang.
"Dude! Where have you been? You haven't been in any of your classes!" Frank said to me, worry in his eyes.
"I am FINE guys! Just didn't feel like going to class today." I replied.
"But you're here." Frank said.
"Don't sass me Frankie."
"There it is again! The whole 'Frankie' thing! What's that about!" Frank said to me.
Should I tell him I like him?

Notes

Like, comment, subscribe, follow and all that jazz. The more you comment the quicker I will update!!!