If My Velocity Starts to Make You Sweat

"Gerard, hurry up..." The tall senior muttered, staring at himself in the mirror, making stupid faces at himself, and pushing his hand through his messy black hair. He popped his neck and pulled his red skinny jeans up before heading towards the door of his room, "Jacket." He spun and grabbed the first jacket out of his closet, and ran downstairs and out the front door, grabbing his bag before the door swung closed. Neglecting to lock it, Gerard ran towards school. He had ten minutes to get there.
Thin fingers fiddled with the ties on a pair of black converse, and the short boy shot up to his full height after a moment. Examining himself in the mirror, the boy looked at his short brown hair, pushing his fingers through the knots a couple of times, and tracing the dark bags under his eyes. "I need more sleep..." The boy whispered, his voice was raspy, as the freshmen was just recovering from a cold. Fixing his shirt collar, Frank walked out of the bathroom and into the halls of the school, heading towards his locker, keeping his head low.
Frank stood in front of his locker, turning the dial "fifteen..." three times to the right, "thirty-two" twice to the left, "and seven." once more to the right, and click, the door swung open. Frank threw his bag in his locker, grabbing his biology book, and then shut the door. He spun around and found himself nose to chest with his current bully, Richard Hutchison, "Hey pipsqueak." The older, taller boy's voice was cold as usual. "Hello, Dick." Frank responded. Richard laughed sarcastically, "You think you're so clever, dontcha, Iero." The boy said, grabbing Frank by the collar of his shirt, and pinning him up against the locker, "What do you have in your pockets?" Frank frowned, "Nothing."
The halls were starting to empty. No one made any move to help Frank, because no one cared to get in the way of Richard. "Then empty them." The demanded. Frank swallowed hard, and plunged his hands into his pockets. In side he felt the twenty dollar bill his mom had given him for lunch, a picture of his dog, his school i.d., and a coupon to the pizza parlor near the school. He inverted his pockets, and let everything fall out. "Puny little liar." Richard slammed Frank against the locker, "Now scram, Iero." Richard dropped Frank, and the smaller boy ran off towards the biology class. He skidded through the door and took a seat near the front of the classroom, trying to avoid the teachers dagger-like glare.
Gerard ran into school, nearing lateness, he bulled past Richard, knocking the boy over, "Sorry!" He shouted, running towards the chemistry class room. Richard growled, and stood up, "Get back here, punk!" He yelled, shooting after the other senior. Gerard darted into the classroom, leaving Richard as the last person in the vacant hall ways as the bell rang. As the teacher closed the door, Gerard pressed his nose against the glass and stuck his tongue out before taking his seat near the back of the room.

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