"And that's the cafeteria." I said as I showed Frank around the school. He was quiet and he hadn't said one word to me. He kinda just spoke with his eyes. I tried to carry a conversation but he always found some way not to answer. "Well.....do you wanna get to 4th period?" I asked. He nodded and stared at me with his big hazel eyes. We walked quietly through the halls. I got the normal "Hey Gerard!" or "Suck my dick Gerard!". As usual I ignored them and pushed through. I- well Frank and I got a ton of dirty looks cause, well, Frank's new and people don't take kindly to that in my school.

"Who the fuck is that?" I heard a familiar voice say. A voice I hated. I turned around and sure as hell there he was, shitty old Bert McCracken. Like always, his brown greasy hair was in his not so good looking face. He wore his jacket that the football team gave to him for "Putting in an effort of trying to make the team." He sucked at all sports, he was better off a ballerina, if that counts.

"He's a person." I spat at him. Frank just stared at the ground and sighed. It seemed like he was used to this kind of thing. Bert looked him with a disgusted look on his face. "Fuck you!" I yelled at Bert. I grabbed Frank's wrist and dragged him to our 4th period math class.

I pushed open the classroom door and shoved Frank into the room. "Just sit next to me." I whispered in his ear. I sat down at some random desk and he sat right beside it and didn't even look at me. I was getting nowhere with this kid. He wouldn't even fucking look at me! He was honestly one of the most attractive people I have ever seen. My god, he was just.......perfect. Just the way his hair fell, and the way he breathed. I shook my head, I barely even knew this kid! What the fuck was I thinking! I couldn't even remember his last name! After a few minutes the bell rang and our math teacher, Ms.Alverado, who was like 100000000 gizzillion years old hobbled to the front of the class.
"Page 34." She wheezed, " Do it, I don't care if you work with a partner just get it done."

My eyes instantly trailed over to Frank. He was already pulling out the mathbook the office gave him earlier. I found myself staring at him while he worked. I opened my book and looked at the pages. What. The. Fuck. As always, I had no idea what to do. Math was not my thing. It just didn't make since in my head.

"Do you need help?" I heard a weak voice ask. Frank's voice.

"Uh, no thanks." I lied. God dammit! I'm such an idiot! I could have actually talked to him!!! Fuck! For the rest of the period, I just stared at the page. Math is a creation from Satan, from the lowest depths of hell. The bell rang and everyone scrambled to the door. Frank waited for me and walked to the cafeteria.

Notes

I fucking love shrek