The Guitar Tutor

Expelled. That word played on my mind like a cat chasing it’s tail. I was desperate for it to end and for everything to go back to normal again, I didn’t want to be constantly scared of being beaten up by those shitheads and I didn’t want to want to die. Hope sparked in my mind like a lighter and I grinned seriously for the first time in ages. I was genuinely happy.
“It’s gonna stop Frankie, just you wait and see.” She whispered into my ear. We sat down and leaned against the wall.
“oh, and my prank idea is still standing. If they do come back, we’re going to take the piss so bad and it’s gonna be the most hilarious thing that ever happened.” She got a medium sized tupperware box out of her backpack, opened it and unwrapped her sandwich. She ripped one of them in half and handed it to me.
“I don’t want it.”
She sighed, “please, you need to eat. It’s only half a sandwich, it’s not that much.” I looked at it and grimaced. I usually tended to comfort eat for a period of time and then realise I was putting on weight and starve myself. I didn’t want to eat anything again.
“Do it for me Frankie. Please, you need to eat to survive. It’s not even half a sandwich, it’s a quarter. Come on, please eat it.”
I hadn’t eaten anything all day and eventually my stomach won out as I nibbled on the crust of the sandwich. Jamia smiled.

I walked into the music block to collect my guitar and you can guess who I bumped into.
“Hey Frank, glad I didn’t almost break your guitar this time.” He grinned and awkwardly ran his hands through his hair. I half-smiled, looked down and walked away. He reached out and touched my shoulder.
“I'm sorry baby.” He murmured. I turned back around to face him.
“No, I'm sorry.” I whispered. He dragged me into the music cupboard and shut the door. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and held me there.
“I want to be with you. Fuck what could happen, I love you Frankie.” He whispered into my ear. I clung to him as hard as I could and inhaled his scent, letting it wash over me and comfort me. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to stay in that moment forever and never let him go.
We stayed like that for about two minutes until he broke away from me.
“Forgive me for not asking beforehand, but can I have your number?” he asked. I chuckled.
“sure.” I input my number into his contacts list, kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the school to go back home. I was in this state of happiness that I hadn’t ever been in since I could remember. As soon as I got back home, my phone buzzed.

Hey, it’s me, Gerard. Ily babe x

I smiled, added the number to my contacts list and replied:

To Gerard:
Ily too x

From Gerard:
I rly want to spend more time w/ u, meet me in the music office tomorrow lunchtime?

To Gerard:
Ok, see u tomorrow. Will u be in my music lesson? X

From Gerard:
Yep, im gonna take over ur main lessons for a couple of weeks next term too

To Gerard:
Ur gonna be in all my music lessons, can’t wait baby x

From Gerard:
Me neither ;) ily so much Frankie x

To Gerard:
Ily too, I wish u were here so i didn’t have to sleep alone

From Gerard:aww baby, do u wanna spend some time after school w/ me at mine? We can practise guitar or do anything else babe x

To Gerard:
That sounds great, I’d love to. I can say I went out w/ Jamia

From Gerard:
u sure babe? U don’t have to if u don’t want to xx

to Gerard:
I'm fine w/ that, I just want to spend some time w/ u xx

From Gerard:ok babe, ily and I’ll see u tomorrow x

To Gerard:
bye x

I sat on my bed and smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to just spend a few, uninterrupted hours of time with him, in our own little world.
I really, really loved him.

My alarm went and I groggily woke up on a grey Tuesday morning. I remembered the conversation Gerard and I had yesterday and smiled to myself. I hastily put on my school uniform, grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
I walked into the form room and sat next to Jamia. She smiled at me and passed me a note.
Brandon’s coming back on Thursday and that’s the day the teachers are going to decide what to do with him. I have a good idea for the prank.

I chuckled, flipped the note over and scribbled.

Your ideas don’t always tend to be the best things ever to grace this world.

She rolled her eyes, ripped out another sheet of paper, wrote something down and passed it to me.

We’re gonna print out a load of cringey Valentines Day cards and stuff them in his locker. And when I say a load, I mean they will be flooding out of his locker for weeks. A metric fuck-ton of cringey valentines day cards.

I sighed and covered my face with my hands.

This isn’t even revenge for me, is it? It’s just revenge for you.

I slammed it down on her desk and gritted my teeth. She’d gone through some shit with him a few years ago.

What do you mean?

I chuckled.

Weren’t you fucking him before you became friends with me?
I paused, looked at what I had written and then rubbed it out. I’d just be stirring more shit and I didn’t want that.
Sorry, it’s just, well, it’s more fitting for you, isn’t it? The whole valentines day thing. But it’s actually a great idea, just make sure u don’t print it at school bc then they can trace your printing requests.

she smiled

ok, sounds good.

Notes

yay enjoy <3