Started with a brother, how did it end up like this?

FRANKS POV
“c’mon, if we get to class right on time, you can probably grab the seat next to me without the teacher noticing,”
I tell Gerard, dragging him by the sleeve in the direction of the math rooms.
He screws his shitty paper map up and throws it into the bin on the other end of the corridor.
“Nice shot.”
“Thanks,” he nods.
It’s kind of quiet whilst we walk, I don’t really know what to do. I want to talk to him, but I don’t know what to say, how to start the conversation. It left off with me mumbling about him being cute and I’m pretty sure he had heard and replied with something along the lines of ‘you too’, but I’m not certain, so I’m not going to bring it up.
I swing open the door, expecting the class so have all just arrived, and be busy ‘settling down’ (even though it takes the teacher at least 10 minutes to shut everyone up), but instead they’re all sat in their places, quiet, staring at us.
“Late as always iero… usual seat,”
I sulk off to the front of the classroom, slamming my book onto the table and scraping the chair along the floor as loud as possible, just to annoy the old fart teaching us. I groan loudly and start muttering curses under my breath.
“Shut it, iero. No one gives a damn, now stop attention seeking-“
I put my finger up at him, and our teacher being used to this sort of behavior, doesn’t even bat an eyelid and just remains staring at me with an unimpressed look on his face.
For someone so old, I must admit, he deals with situations like this so well. He has a stare that he gives us, it’s like he’s looking into your soul and its kind of scary. Once he starts looking at you like that, you know you should just stop. That’s how most the teachers deal with the ‘troublesome kids’ that attend this school.

It’s meant to be a school for kids who cause trouble; it’s stupid how the majority of the kids here aren’t even that bad. Like Gerard for example, he seems like the most innocent kid ever, why the fuck is he here? I don’t suppose he is the kind of person to beat the shit out of someone, or try knocking off illegal drugs, or start a fire in the head teacher’s office.
I don’ know him, but you can just tell with certain people’s appearances that they’re not exactly dangerous, or troublesome.
Half of the people here are like that, and it makes me look really bad, when in reality, I didn’t do anything that wrong.
People are here for stuff like their religion, being gay, having a slight attitude. And then there’s the people who actually need to go somewhere like here, that beat people up for the fun of it, relentless bullying, always causing trouble, every school has that.
What I’m trying to say is, this school is like every other school… just the kids are slightly worse behaved and the teachers are even stricter.

Me? Well I’ve been here for three years now. I don’t mind it here I just… I’ve not really got any friends since the incident that got me here in the first place.
It’s good being able to stay here, boarding, and not having to worry about my parents treating me like shit when I get home. But it still kind of sucks to say school is my home.

Though, back to why I’m here… it was 7th grade and my parents decided that I was old enough to start paying my own rents. I know, at the age of fucking 13 or whatever, it’s outrageous. I got a job at the local restaurant, washing dishes and cleaning tables and stuff. The pay was shit and the job was so boring. At the time I thought I was really cool at school, I was always one of those cocky idiots who made a fool out of everyone else to get attention. I hug around with all the ‘hard’ kids, yknow the ones that smoke behind the sports hall and skip lessons. We were at my friend’s brother’s party and a girl, who looked extremely slutty, short skirt, boobs out, smudged lipstick on her face, pulled me into a room.

Her hands slid down my body as she undid my top button. As I refused to go on, she became extremely desperate for some action. I was just about to leave the room, when she suddenly said,
“Come back and $150 dollars is all yours,”
Well, that was no question for me, I needed the money, so of course.

Soon enough, she had told her friends, and before I knew it, I was getting more and more requests, until it got to the point it was like a hobby for me.

My friend ray wanted to spend time with me, and instead I was off fucking random men (yes, I moved onto men), and he followed me to the set destination and saw what was going on. Being the prick he was, he took photos and posted them all over Facebook. It was mortifying. Everyone knew I was a fucking whore.

I got excluded for ‘abusing the school policies’ by spreading nude photos of myself online, as it had been set up to look like I had posted the photos. My parents were fuming and obviously took it as my fault I was constantly whoring around.

So, I ended up here. But it didn’t stop there, some douche found out about me being a prostitute and the rumor spread around here too. And that’s why I have no friends. Every person who I come close to, they end up finding out about my whoring profession and… well, that’s the end of our friendship, to say the least. So I know that soon enough Gerard is going to ditch me.

But talking about Gerard… he is extremely attractive.
His thick, luscious black hair frames his face perfectly. His lips are pale and chapped, and he has a small little nose and wide hazel eyes. His eyebrows are messy, yet plucked, and just really suit his face. Gerard is just gorgeous; I’m not even going to deny it.

I don’t realise I’ve been staring at him from across the classroom until the teacher points it out.
“oi, iero, what’s so interesting about way over there that you couldn’t answer any of the work I set?”
I feel my face heat up as the whole class turns to look at me.
“ha! Iero’s just thinking about his next customer!” the room bursts into laughter, but I feel as though I could burst into tears. Here we go again…
“I don’t think so, sorry frank, I heard way’s into relatives-“ someone else chimes in.

I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean, but apparently, according to Gerard’s body language, it wasn’t a nice thing to say. He has moved long strands of hair in front of his eyes, like he’s trying to hide and he’s shielding himself off.

His first lesson and he already feels like shit because of me.
Way to go frank.

Notes

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