I Believe We're the Enemy

Gerard pulled up his black skinny jeans as his eyes stared back at him in the mirror. He mutters, “You’re hair’s a fucking mess…” He leans into the mirror before diving his hand into his hair and shaking it wildly, tossing it every each way. Gerard smirked, “Better.” He grabbed his book but stopped suddenly, “Eyeliner, duh.” He runs back to grab his eyeliner, but realises it’s he’s already too late for school to put it on. He stares at the clock which read, 7:45. He scrunched up his nose, “I guess I’ll put it on during class.” He grinned.
Meanwhile, Frank wandured down the halls. He stopped by his locker and looked around cautiously before quickly putting in his combination and opening it. He swiftly grabbed his textbook and slammed his locker shut. He gave a sigh of relief as he leaned his back against his locker. He almost laughed until a deep voice shouted from down the hall, “Hey, little Frank!”
Frank ignored the voice nervously before trotting away-a hand grasped onto his shoulder, pulling him back. A tall man with large brown eyes and jet black hair shot him a terrifying look, “Open your locker.” He demanded as he dragged Frank toward it.
Frank tried pulling away from his grasp, “No, Rogen, I don’t want-”
“What the hell did you just say?” Rogen pushed Frank against the lockers.
Frank looked down, “N-nothing.”
The halls were quiet. Everyone who was around didn’t stand up for Frank. Absolutely no one.
Frank instead turned to his locker and put in his combination. He slowly opened it. He stared at the small space. Rogen smiled before shoving Frank’s body inside. Frank tried his best to face the holes of the locker, but with little effort. The locker slammed shut, and he felt like he was slowly suffocating-and suddenly, the bell rang.
He can hear from inside the locker people rushing to their classes. He frowned, “Can someone help me?”
The halls were completely empty, vacated.
Frank said, as if he hoped someone would hear, “Anyone, please?”
Gerard pushed open the front doors of the school and rushed down the hall. He passed Frank’s locker but stopped immediately. He can hear the heaviest breathing-from inside a locker. He backed up, until Frank finally noticed, “Hi! Hi! Can you help me?”
Gerard can see Frank’s hazel eyes from one of the three small rectangular holes. Gerard grinned, “Depends. How much money you got?”
Frank frowned, “Are you fucking serious?”
Gerard shrugged, “I guess not-have fun suffocating.” He very slowly begun to walk away until-
“Wait!” Frank called from inside the locker, “Fine. I have 5 bucks in my pocket.”
Gerard stepped in front of the locker, “Alright. What’s your combination?”
Frank rolled his eyes, “34-12-21.”
Gerard stuck the tip of his tongue out as he entered the combination. He smiled as he swung open the door. When his eyes met Frank’s, he tossed out his hand and grinned, “5 bucks.”

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