Ice cream parlour.

I was dreading going to school, I’d have to face Frank, and try to get why he was crying out of him. I put the sketch into my backpack, in case I could try to get him to take it back. I don’t really know how to start off a conversation with him though, surely I couldn’t just go up to him like ‘yo did I do something?’ Like for starters I wouldn’t say yo, secondly it’s a bit forward.

Sitting in homeroom, 5 minutes into it the door opens. I look up, curious as to who was coming in. Everyone else was here. My heart stopped when I saw it was Frank. Why is he here?
“Hey uh, Mrs Atkinson?” He asked shyly.
She looked up, surprised someone had approached her. “Oh you must be Frank, I was told you’d be joining us. I see they finally worked out your schedule then.” He nods. “Right ok there is only one seat left, over there next to Gerard.”
His eyes locked with mine, pain filling them. I really have no idea why he’s so hurt by me. Like I have no idea what I did, unless something else happened at the party that I can’t remember. But I doubt that. He comes and sits next to me, putting his headphones in and pulling out a book. I just wish I could talk to him, find out what is going on in that little head of his.
I pull out my sketchpad and write on it.

Frank, what’s wrong? Did I do something? Gxo

He looked at the note, then looked at me and raised his eyebrow, still frowning. Then he scribbled underneath where I wrote.

Are you really that stupid?! Figure it out dick.

I stare at the note gobsmacked. The fuck?

Finally lunch came around, I was the first out of our group to get there. So I sit at our table and wait. It turns out Frank is in every class that I have, I managed to see his timetable, and mine and his are literally the same. But just like in homeroom he was sat next to me in the lessons, and just like homeroom he ignored me completely. I wish I could just shake him so that it’d fall out of him. The guys finally turned up, no sign of Frank though. I sigh, suddenly not feeling hungry. “Guys I’ll see you later.” I get up and go outside. I need a fag, and I need one now. I don’t smoke often but this is one of these moments where I just need one. I sit down by my tree and pull out my packet. I light one up and take a long drag. Lucky that I know no teachers come out here. Ever. It’s so far away from the school they just can’t be bothered.
Time flies, I take out my phone looking at it, I notice I’m 10 minutes late for Art. Damn, I’m sure Mr Tomlinson will be fine with it.

The problem is, when I get to art, Mr Tomlinson isn’t there. So instead of just getting a slight warning I get detention after school. Could this day get any worse? I go to sit next to Frank in my usual seat. Damn me usually sitting alone.
I speak to soon as my phone buzzes, I check it quickly so that the substitute doesn’t see me, I don’t need more detentions.

From Mikey: ur a fucking idiot, u need to sort it out with Frnk.
To Mikey: That’d be great if I fucking knew what I did wrong.
From Mikey: R u that stupid you don’t realise. Srry not telling you. Frnk said he wanted you to work it out.
To Mikey: Well thanks for nothing brother.

So even my brother knows. For gods sake what the hell did I do other than protect my heart from rejection. Unless he wasn’t going to reject me? Nope, he was, I know he was, he wouldn’t want me ever.

The next day turns out to be exactly the same, lesson after lesson sitting next to Frank whilst he ignored me. I didn’t even bother going to sit with the guys during lunch, I even sent Frank a text.

To Frank: Not going to be sitting with the guys at lunch, just so you know you don’t have to avoid me there too.

I didn’t get a reply, then again I wasn’t really expecting one. So once again I spend my lunch break smoking away, just trying to figure out what I did.

The whole week turned the same, I never sat with the guys at lunch, so that Frank could. I started not really paying attention to what was happening in my lessons, instead choosing to stare at Frank a lot more than I should. I’m lucky no one noticed. Lastly Frank carried on ignoring me.
Well until the Friday when school ended.
Frank came up to me. I wasn’t expecting it, to be honest I don’t really think he thought it through. “Look, I’m going to be civil to you, that doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed off at you, but it’s for the guys sake. It sucks for them not being able to sit with us both at lunch time. Or being able to all hang out after school. But yeah, still pissed off. Big time.”
“Do you really hate me that much?” I ask dreading the answer.
He sighs. “It’s not that I hate you it’s that you’re an inconsiderate arsehole right now, and I’m just not ready to forgive you just yet.”
“Will you tell me what I did?”
“Don’t make me regret my decision. Like I said. Fucking work it out.”
With that he turned away and stormed off, leaving me wondering once again, what the fuck I did.

Notes

Two updates in one day?! I'm spoiling you!
Sorry if this one seems a bit rushed, but it was hard to get it to the length I wanted it. I try to do at least 1000 words, this ones a bit under.

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