Risky And Complicated, Confused And New

"Do you have a labcoat yet?" Gerard asks politely.
"No!" I snap
"Well you can have mine if you want, I have a spare one that I never use."
"No I'm good thanks. Your pig might rub off on me" Now I sound like one of the meatheads, good, I'll be accepted. I check to see if they're looking but they're not, I sigh.
"Um okay." Gerard says sadly.

Gerard's POV
Just when I finally thought I made a friend of Frank, he is rude to me again. Oh well that's what I get for thinking someone might actually like me, and not think I'm wierd. Atleast my brother; Mikey, likes me.
Mikey is always there for me, when I was bullied when I was younger he'd always try and help me, but he'd usually get beaten up too. Bless him.
"Looks like we're lab partners, I usually have to go in three" I say trying to make conversation with Frank.
"I don't give a shit" Frank says, hurting me slightly. The thing I fear the most is when people don't care, I'm a needy kid who needs lot's of love, my parents pay more attention to Mikey than me because he's the youngest but he deserves it, I love my brother and my parents. I am just so lonely.
I don't talk for the rest of science because Frank won't care. Maybe what happened in art was just a one off, he's never going to be nice again.

The bells rings and I quickly grab my stuff to depart to my lonely table in the refectory, where I sometimes eat and mostly draw out my comics.
Frank comes over and sits opposite me, dropping his bag on the seat next to him and grinning at his friends as they cheer him on.
"So Gerbear. What you doing?" He asks sarcastically.
"Just drawin'" I reply, not looking up. He grabs my notebook and runs off with it, all of his friends laughing hysterically at him.
"GIVE THAT BACK TO ME!" I scream chasing him around the refectory. That book is my life. I've had it since I was 11, it is full of my memories and best drawings, he can't steal that. I'd die!
I finally catch up to him and jump on him, pushing him to the ground and pulling at his black, spiky hair. "GIVE IT!!" I yell in his ear. I slam his head to the ground, making his nosebleed and grab my book while he's side-tracked.
"Sorry" I hear him whisper as I get up. I'm pretty sure I heard that wrong. I walk away and go and hide in the bathroom.

Frank's POV
I run to the bathroom with blood dripping from my nose, my "friends" left me and I'm alone. I open a stall, lock it then sit on the toilet and cry. In the stall next to me, I hear scribbling.
"Gerard?" I ask, sniffing and unrolling some tissue to put onto my nose.
The scribbling stops. "Y..yes?" a small voice replies.
"I.. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, I guess. I am really overprotective over my book and- wait you don't care." he says lowly.
"I do care, and I'm sorry for everything!"
"You're such a skitz! One minute you're nice and care and the next you hate me and beat me up!" Gerard says unlocking his door.
I unlock my door to meet him.
"FRANK! Your nose!!" he says shocked.
"Yeh, it's fine. I'm used to it." My bottom lips starts to shake and tears begin running from my eyes.
"Frank.. I'm sorry." Gerard says ashamed. He puts his arm around me and pulls my head into his shoulder to comfort me.
I quickly pull away from him "Gerard, I'll get blood on your shirt!" I exclaim.
"Honestly Frank, I don't give a shit." he laughs a little. I smile, genuinely.
"Thanks." I smile.
"For what?"
"I don't know. For being good to me after the way I treat you." I feel embarrassed now about how terrible I have been to him.
"It's fine, I don't like to dwell on things. Anyway you feeling better now? Because I have to go I have a lunch-time club."
"Okay, yeh I am. I will find Ray to hang out with. What club do you have?"
"Oh um.." He looks down blushing a little, he looks so adorable. "I have art club" he mumbles.
"Oh cool!" I smile, patting his back lightly."See ya!"
"Bye!" Gerard smiles, clutching his book to his chest and walking in the other direction.
Gerard is so sweet. I am glad we turned over a new leaf, I want to be his friend so badly now but I'm terrifed of what my friends would think and do to me if I was. I can't handle anymore bullies in my life making it a living Hell. School is my only escape.

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