You Wear Me Out

I was just making my way to my corridor but Mrs. Feildman nonchalantly grabbed me by the collar and said, "Guess what Mikey you're a tour guide again!" Her voice sounded so pissed, why is she like this, today? Do I really put her in too much work? I bet I do, I mean this is the third tour guide this week. Let's hope this guy is at the least cool. Everyone else are dickbags that became jocky and popular.
"Do I really have to do it again?" I whined, ugh I really hate the fact that I'm a good actor, that's how I got tour guide duty for the rest of the year. UGH! Fuck me straight in the ass will ya?
"Yes Mikey, you really do have to do it again." Mrs. Feildman was close to slapping, she really does hate me doesn't she?
"Is it going to be a girl this time? Is it someone who looks like he's gonna beat me and plump me in the toilet?" I heard the woman sigh in frustration and I felt my collar get loose, oh god here it comes.
"Mikey, correct?" Oh, thank god...the new kid saved me.
Wait, that voice, I looked over at the kid and noticed who it was, "Frank? Oh hey, it's you."
"Yeah, it's me." he gave a small, chuckle. Not sure if that's fake or not.
"Yeah nevermind, I can show him around. I'll make sure he'll know much about this school." I said without any worries, actually a lot of worries but I made it look like I felt nothing, see good actor.
We left the office and I had Frank's schedule in my hands. "Alright newbie, I mean Frank. Your whole schedule is basically the same as mine so I guess you just follow me around." My voice was shaky but I tried his best to hide all of the anxiety and shit.
"So umm, what are you going to do with me?" Frank asked, he made it sound like I was going to kill the little fuck.
"Well, I sort of have to show you where your locker is and all that stuff so we basically miss out on just a tiny snippet of first hour. Okay?"
"Umm, okay." I let go of Frank and started to walk. I lead him to one of the lockers that had 'fag', 'emo', 'fucking dumbass', and 'twat' written all over it.
"This isn't mine or yours but this one is." I pointed to Gerard's locker. Dammit, them stupid ass jocks. I gave the combination to him and told Frank that everything is basically on his schedule. He nodded and I smiled, he looked at his locker and put the bag in there. He really didn't need it for today, maybe for some classes but not the morning one. I walked to Gerard's locker and checked what the jocks used. Fuck, they used sharpie. "Fuck, them dumbass jocks are getting smarter." I thought to myself, out loud. Good job Mikes.
"What? I thought you said that wasn't yours." I heard Frank.
"It's not mine. Remember my brother I was told you about?" I asked him.
"Umm, yeah." He said a little too quick. Wait, does Frank like Gee? But he doesn't know him yets,wait...maybe he just thought about him too much. Whatever I shouldn't think aobut it too much.
"Okay, well...this is his locker. I told you'd meet him, maybe you'll meet him after this period. He doesn't have to participate in first hour so he's probably out back smoking a cig or something." I tried to tell Frank all about my brother in that one sentence so I can interest him. I don't know why but Frank and Gee both make a cute a couple. Knowing that Gee is gay and all-wait!- is Frank even gay or at least bi? Fuck, why am I going on about this without even knowing his sexuality?!?! I'm a dumbass.
"Uhh Mikey?" I looked at Frank.
"Hmm?" I hummed.
"You've been standing there for like," He paused and looked at his watched, "For like a couple of minutes."
"Oh yeah, sorry. I have the tendancy to go over things in my head a lot. I do it too much. Sorry."
"Oh, it's fine. I was just a little worried I guess."
"You guess?" I asked.
"I don't know, I tend to not know what I feel most of the time." Frank whined a little bit sounded scared that I might hurt him.
"Well, than that's one thing we have in common." I heard Gee interupt our conversation. Wait, I looked over Frank's head saw that red haired fuck Gee.

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