If My Velocity Starts to Make You Sweat

Frank's face hurt really badly, but there wasn't much he could do. He was really wishing that Gerard wasn't out sick so he could get the fuck down. He was also starting to choke a little, and was hoping that maybe his shirt would rip. Richard had strung him up by his shirt, (thank god) and left him hanging around. Was the man TRYING too kill him? Frank squirmed and struggled in attempt to get the fabric to rip.
Suddenly there was a sound, success! Frank toppled out of the crummy fabric and landed on his back on the gym floor. Just as he fell the gym class walked in, and Frank was really self conscious since that night at the lake. He was just glad that Gerard and him had woken up before anyone else.
He heard laughing as everyone saw the tattoo he had on his left pectoral. "Hope" it said under the flame. He heard comments like, "That's gay." and "Look at the fruit!" but that was the least of his concerns. He was, again, very shy about his body, and people were laughing.
Frank shot up and shot out of the gym. "Great. Just great..." He muttered as he walked into the office. He sat in the nurses office as she rummaged about in her cupboards, looking for a shirt to give the boy. "So what happened to your shirt?" She asked when she found a new one, it was an old black "Misfits" shirt. "Richard strung me up by my shirt, and it ripped." He grumbled awkwardly.

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