I sighed to myself in the dark small space; just another day of being shoved inside a locker by the bullies. I hated that I’m small enough to fit inside; I’m fucking 17 and still like four feet tall. The bullies use me as a target for a couple reasons; number one being I’m gay, number two being ‘I dress funny’. I have ripped jeans, band T-shirts and wear a little bit of guyliner. The main bully is Roger, he seems to find me every day and beat me in front of everyone until eventually they get bored and shove me in a locker…well that’s just what they did; the thing is they’re smart about it. They don’t punch me in the face in risk of teachers of parents seeing bruises on my face; they attack in the stomach, chest, and groin area.

I always been weak; not being able to stand up for myself or throw a punch…I just can’t do it, not that I’m against violence but I just can’t for some reason. I have an okay life besides the bullies; live with my mom and dad they talk to me and I talk to them…obviously not about Roger and his friends but just about simple stuff. I have okay grades, B’s and C’s…only like one A but that’s for P.E. I also have one really great friend; his name is Bob and he’s pretty funny most times, other times really annoying, but that’s what friendships are. Don’t even get me started on my love life…Ha, what love life? Single but ready to mingle, which I am, not to be ‘thirsty’ or anything but I am kind of looking forward to a relationship…but I’m not even sure who is gay in this school? It’s not like I avidly pay attention to gayness in boys.

Oh did I mention schools over, ya so no one is probably going to find me until tomorrow, or maybe the night janitor could find me. I’ve always been suspicious of night janitors because they have keys to all the doors in the school, like they could steal anything out of a teacher’s desk and not many people would notice…Well my mother is going to be worried sick; Man if this locker was just a little bigger I could text her to say I’m spending the night and Bob’s place but I could barely move in here and my legs are cramping up. You know, mist normal people would be freaking out right now or even crying but I don’t know, I’m weird like that.

All of a sudden I hear talking and footsteps…

“Gerard I don’t really care about you homosexual fantasies” I heard a male say grossed out

Wait Gerard? I know that name, he sits behind me in Science class and is in a couple other classes; I didn’t know he was gay? For the most part Gerard was really fucking hot; he had bright red hair and small teeth that looked cute when he grinned. I usually saw him drawing or doodling something while his tongue poked out the side of his mouth; we talked a little bit sometimes and he was really cool. We just never got into our personal lives a lot so that’s how I didn’t know he was gay.

“Who knows Mikey, someday Mr. Right will be shouting for me” he laughed

“GERARD…GERARD” I banged on the locker getting their attention

“Umm…it sounds like someone is shouting for you” The first male, Mikey, said confused; I heard footsteps come closer until I the locker swung open and I fell onto the cold tile floor.

“Whoa, hey there” Gerard said kneeling down; I wiped my pants and looked up to see his face; his red hair falling down near his eyes.

“Oh, hey...umm, thanks” I fluster and stand up

“So what exactly were you doing in there?” He smirks

“I got put in there by some people” I respond and he actually shows a flicker of sadness.

“By who?” He question curious; Mikey was a few feet back just watching

“Uh, Roger and some of his friends” I say, swaying on my feet.

“I hate that kid…Why’d you get put in there?” He questions

“Uh for dressing like an ‘emo’” I said air quoting it “and for being gay” at that line his eyes light up and he grins widely…he realizes what he’s doing and quickly goes back to a regular face.

“Sorry dude…You’re Frank right? You’re in like 5 of my classes” I nod “I’m Gerard but obviously you knew that” he smiles gesturing to the locker; I smile back and turn around to go into the locker next to the one I was in and pull out my backpack that they stashed in there and turn back around.

“So why were you guys here anyway; it’s after school hours?” I wonder.

“We, well I was in detention and Mikey just stuck around for no reason” he smirked
“By the way Mikey’s my brother” he adds and I give a smile while he waves

“What did you get in trouble for?”

“Blah blah, was being rude to a teacher, blah blah” he laughs

“How dare you?” I fake gasp, we both laugh and stay a few moments in silence
“So umm, thanks again for letting me out…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow” I say taking a step away but he stops me

“Wait” He says and I turn back to him

“Yeah?”

“Umm, C-could I maybe get your number?” he stutters and I blush.

“Y-yeah sure” I smile and quickly take out a piece of paper and pencil and write my number down; handing it to him he looks at it before grinning.

“Thanks” he says

“No problem…I better be getting home before my parents get worried” I say because they probably are.

“Of course..So see you tomorrow?” He questions

“Yeah, see you tomorrow” I respond before slowly walking away giving a smile to Mikey…Once down the hallway I hear Mikey chuckle.

“So I guess Mr. Right was shouting for you”

“Let’s just get home” Gerard says and I can’t help it but a huge grin grows on my face as I exit through the doors.

Notes

Ya, it's shit...
It's like 5 in the morning, I haven't slept, and I have a small writers block on my story
So here you go :)

Comment I guess...