Sing It Out

Just as my brain considered registering what had just happened, Gerard managed with ease to grab the note back, with a certain amount of frustration and shove it into his bag. I'm so confused. He seemed okay with sitting next to me and all he's going to do is write notes that I can read for five seconds and then take it away from me? He didn't even talk to me! Not even a little hello was said. Before my head could go further into a whirlpool of thoughts, the bell rung signaling the start of lessons for the day. I'm really not in the mood for this today, but at least I have music first and I could chat to Ray for a bit to try and get my head straightened out. 

Speaking of 'straightening out', aren't I straight?! I've never thought of checking boys out or being gay all together! How can one boy just waltz into the room and make me change the way I perceive life and people. He hasn't even talked to me for Christ sake! I really need to stop.

 I quickly gathered up my jacket and worn out rucksack and made my way to the door. I looked back momentarily remembering that Gerard was in fact new and he probably didn't have the slightest idea of where he was or where he was going to. I think about helping him before I come face to face... Well, more like face to chest, due to my height 'issue' with Ray. He looks so happy actually. But that soon changes as he ripped his eyes away from mine and stared at someone piercingly behind me. I expected it to be one of the jocks, but no, he was giving Gerard the evils! Gerard looked at me in some for, of plea for help, but Ray already had me at the wrist and was dragging me to the music room. Jesus Christ what rattled his cage?! His grip was increasing up u til a point where I swear I thought my hand was going to come off before we went through the door that opened into our music room and we made our way to our usual corner where our instruments lie, ready and waiting. Ray eventually released me, but he didn't go straight for his guitar, he just simply looked at me, with no expression, and as soon as I went to go and pick up my guitar, Pansy, he exploded.

"Have you spoken to him?! What has he said?! Did he hurt you?! Are you friends?!" fuck was this twenty questions?!
"Fuck, no Ray, ive spoken to him to say hi, but he didn't respond and I wouldn't call that being friends!" 
"Oh, okay." Ray slowly went to go and grab his guitar from the stand as I came up with my own question. 
"So, that's the guy, your old best friend" I finally realized. 
"Yeah, he's changed so much. He used to be so outgoing and active, but now he's so secluded. We fell out a while ago and shit just hit the fan really. I don't really want to talk to him." he confessed "and I don't really want you talking to him either." He finished. What the actual fuck? I haven't done anything! He's treating me as if Gerard just walked in the door and I just walked up to him, pulled his pants down and fucked him right then, right there, in front of everyone. Of course, I didn't do that, I wouldn't dream of doing that, but I literally only said 'hi' not 'hi, I'm Frank and I want to fuck you'. Gerard was so shy, so quiet and I don't think we would be friends. But do people always communicate on paper when they first meet? Do they always compliment them on their shirt they're wearing? Thoughts were again soaring through my head when the person I really didn't want to come in here, quietly and subtly walked through the door. Fuck. Ray looked at me as if he could just pull a knife out and stab me. My heart was racing so fast as Gerard made eye contact with me. I couldn't avert my eyes, they seemed to be locked on to Gerard's and I felt so fucking needy that I silently cursed myself for giving too many fucks about this guy. I managed to tear my eyes away from Gerard as. I looked back at my rather angry friend. Ray had just frozen in the spot, holding his guitar in position and not giving into his former best friend. I felt bad for him. 

I can imagine them having such a good friendship and being friendly, better than mine and Rays. But here they are in an almost Mexican stand off. I tried to put my mind onto something else and I decided to mess around with my guitar strings and putting Pansy in tune. 

I looked up slightly as I saw Gerard was speaking to Mr Bryar, our music teacher. He was pretty cool, the only teacher I really liked in this hell hole. He liked to play the drums, a lot and he even joins in in mine and Rays sessions sometimes. It's nice like that, having a mini band. With all the right people that are completely different, yet come together in their passion for music and making music together and form brand new friendships that you never before expected to happen. 

After a few minutes of just constant thinking and conspiring, Mr Bryar called my name. 
"Frank! I'm going to need your help." He called in his fake teacher voice. It's so funny when you know the teachers laid back and normal voice. It's like seeing a show or a movie and then meeting the actual people that play it and you feel so uncomfortable with the fact that you never really liked them for what they really are. Just what they pretend to be. Nonetheless, I moved from my position and shuffled by Mr Bryar's side. 
"Right, Frank here is probably one of my number one students of the school-" he started. Only then did I notice that Gerard was stood literally right the fuck beside me, shuffling in the spot, hands in his pockets and looking down at his feet. God, I wish he would just look up so I could see his gorgeous hazel eyes. As if a mind reader, he looked straight at me and I could feel the heat raise up in my cheeks. Fuck, nope Frank, keep it together. 
"Yeah..." Sir continued uneasily, noticing something between us. 
"As I was saying, Frank could show you around, some of the equipment, instruments and you can take your time choosing what you would want to learn. It could be anything from guitar, to violin, from drums to your own voice. Just choose something that suits you." He concluded before going back to his computer and on to his emails. Obviously all the teachers email during lessons conspiring against us on how to make the day more like hell, preparing is for the future, yeah right, bullshit. 
"Erm so, yeah, you know me. You may know some of these people, but most people here you shouldn't give a shit about to be honest," I giggled. He didn't respond apart from gazing at the side of my face. My face began to burn again as I showed him the little practice rooms and the room where we kept all out instruments. 
"So yeah, that's it. It's almost the end of the lesson really, so just decide what you want to play for next time." I said and quickly walked off back to my frustrated friend. 
"You're a dick Frank" 
"What?! I only tried to help! He's so fricking shy though so he needed help."
"Fine, you go and get hurt by that prick, but just remember, I won't be there to pick up your broken little pieces when he rips you apart." He concluded before gathering his stuff up quickly and storming out. I always saw Ray as such a friendly loving person, but I have never seen this side of him. I never even thought he had this side to him. But I didn't want it to happen again. 

The bell was about to go as I grabbed all my work and guitar, deciding to take her home. I went to turn to the door when I saw Gerard all on his own, looking incredibly upset. Instead of talking to him, I reached my hand out and gestured foe him to come with me. His whole face lit up as he joined my side. He seemed so innocent and I loved it. I need to figure this guy out though, I want to know more.

Notes

Honestly, I thought this fic was going to be crap but your comments are so nice and kind that I'm like 'Yeah! I can do this!!' THANK YOU!!!! :D anyways, I'm going away for the weekend but I will probably make notes on my iPad and do a TRIPLE UPLOAD on Monday, stay tune. This is FrankTheDanosaur signing out.