If My Velocity Starts to Make You Sweat

Frank got up, and sighed, walking out of the classroom as the final bell of the day rang. He plunged his fingers through his hair as he cautiously walked towards his locker. He quickly did the combination, "fifteen, thirty-two, seven." He muttered under his breath, then it clicked and the door swung open slowly. He grabbed his bag, and dropped his books in his locker. When he backed up to close the door, then he jumped when he saw Richard leaning against the locker that had been blocked by the door. "H-hi, Richard." Frank took a step back, "Open your locker back up, itsy bitsy Iero." Richard said in a taunting tone. "Fine..." Frank murmured, quickly putting the combination back in.
"Hey! Someone wanna let me out?" Frank pounded on the locker door in attempt to get it open. "Fuck my life..." He mumbled. From what he could see everybody has left by now. He groaned and closed his eyes for a brief second. When he opened them he was staring into chocolate brown eyes that were full of curiosity. Frank jerked his head backwards, hitting it on the upper shelf. "Hell!" He shouted, "Relax." It was Gerard's voice. Not a sound like it. "Get me out of here!" Frank demanded, kicking the door. Gerard smirked, "Fine... If you insist. Combo?" He asked. "Fifteen, thirty-two, seven." Frank said quickly. Gerard entered the combination and let the the door swing open, causing Frank to fall forward out of the locker, bringing both him and Gerard to the ground.
Gerard forced Frank off of him and stood up, holding out his hand to help Frank up. "Who shoved you in a locker?" He asked, pulling the smaller boy to his feet, "Richard." Frank said bluntly, grabbing his bag again. "Thank you, now goodbye." Frank walked around Gerard and out the front doors of the school. Gerard wrinkled his nose, "Rude..." He muttered following Frank out to the parking lot, "You've got a lot of nerve for a fourteen year old." Gerard called out.
Frank ignored Gerard as he walked towards his house. He pushed his hands into his pockets and walked down the sidewalk. He had headphones over his ears and the CD player that his mom had just got him in his jacket pocket. He sang quietly to himself, pretending to play the guitar part of the song, Gerard watched him, and tilted his head curiously. "Interesting..." He murmured before walking towards his car.

Notes