I Believe We're the Enemy

During lunch, Frank grabbed his plate of food and made his way out of the cafeteria. He looked down in shame as he headed toward the bathroom.
A figure stepped in front of him, startling him. Frank looked up to find Gerard. Gerard looked at Frank-and then he realised.
"Oh no," He shook his head before swinging his arm around Frank's shoulders, "Kid, I know Rogen's a pretty scary guy-but he can't be that scary that you eat your food in the stalls."
Frank frowned, "I don't know where else to eat."
Gerard led him out of the back door of the school, "That's easy-you eat with me and my friends."
Frank stopped, "I don't do well in front of new people."
Gerard grinned, "They're just like me-considering one of them is my brother."
Frank imagined a group of Gerards. He shivered to the thought of overwhelming sassiness and sarcasm. He smiled nervously, "Great, I think."
Gerard led Frank further into the back of the school to a large, beaten down tree. Frank looked up at the tree-it was the most disturbing tree he's ever seen. Its branches were twisted, its large rotting bark was chipped and the color just looked gray. Frank felt uneasy-
"Finally, Gerard's here." A voice called from behind the tree. A teenager appeared. What stuck out to Frank was his brown fro of hair. He added, "Oh...Gerard, who's this?"
Gerard smiled before snatching Frank's apple from his tray, "Here," He tossed the apple to the teen who caught it with one hand. His eyes were inspecting Frank from head to toe, "Gerard-"
Two more male teenagers appeared from behind the tree. One with rectangular glasses, another with a retro emo haircut-but blond.
Gerard smiled, "Guys, this is Frank."
The one with rectangular glasses asked, "He's joining the group?"
Gerard playfully smacked Frank's back, "Yup. This kid's paying me to get Rogen off his back." He added, "Frank, that's Mikey-my brother. Over there," He pointed to blond emo, "Is Bob," He gestured his chin to fro, "And that's Ray." He added, "Everyone knows each other? Great!" He placed his hand on Frank's back and led him behind the twisted tree.
Frank almost smiled at the scene.
There was one end of a blanket connected to the disturbing tree, and the other was connected to a normal tree across from it. The blanket hovered over the teens. Underneath it all, there was a cooler, an ashtray-and a guitar. Frank chose to sit on the large roots of the twisted tree, "This is...different."
Ray replied, "There's nothing wrong with different-can I have your tater tots?"
Frank's stomach grumbled but he muttered, "Sure..."
Ray reached for Frank's plate-Gerard smacked Ray's hand, "No."
"Ow," Ray retreated his hand, "What the hell Gerard?"
Gerard looked at Frank, "First lesson-you get everything, Frank. If you want it-you fucking take it. Do you really want someone to take your tots?"
Frank shook his head.
"Lemme here it, Frank!"
Frank said, "No."
"Good! Eat your tots in front of Ray." Gerard challenged.
Ray raised a brow at Gerard, "Really, Gerard?"
Mikey laughed, "Gerard, you're trying too hard to be a leader."
Frank smiled, "I don't mind sharing, Gerard. They're just tots."
Gerard gasped, "No, no, no, Frank." He sat down on the cooler and winked, "They're a delegacy."
Bob laughed, "Now you're just being silly."
As the others laughed, Frank smiled lightly. He didn't like Gerard at all-as a matter of fact, he found Gerard stuck-up. But then what was keeping him to stick around? He could just get up and walk away, but a part of him refused to. Maybe it was because he was tired of being bullied-or maybe, there's something about Gerard that Frank didn't want to miss out on.

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