Drowning Deserts

Frank pulled his jacket closer to him, watching his feet take small steps almost mechanically. He had begun the hell also known as school yesterday, and already wished he could turn around and go back to summer. Even though he had nothing to do, it was better than the stress that was beginning to build up.
He was sure his teachers all hated him, and breaking the strict private school's rules by wearing his piercings and for the most part ignoring the uniforms was not helping. As if suddenly remembering it, he ran his tongue over his lip ting and shivered slightly. Frank lazily climbed up the final step to the school and looked up, examining his cell for the next 7 hours.
The school shimmered in the light as students filtered through it. He took one last breath of air and walked into the well- air conditioned hall. His locker was between the cafeteria and the entrance to the school, and after fumbling with the rusted lock the door swung open with a bang, causing a few people passing by to glare at Frank.
The 16 year old ignored them, grabbed his black tattered backpack and stuffed his history book and his sketchpad into his already full bag. Frank swung it around his shoulder, and jumped when he heard a horrifying thud followed by a hiss as air escaped the man behind him.
"Fuck." The man groaned breathily, grasping his folders tighter.
Frank nearly fainted. That was really hot. He turned around and stammered out an apology, all while checking him out.
The guy chuckled and smirked.
"See you in class." He pushed around him and Frank turned with him, watching his black hair swing hypnotically from side to side with his hips.
Frank had to learn this man's name

Notes

Heyo I'm Charlotte but people call me Charli. Feel free to contact me anytime you want my instagram is see.you.in.therapy and I really hope you like the story. The next chapter will be longer and better, as I will have more time to clean it up. I'm not sure if I need a disclaimer so this goes for all the chapters here and on the original copy posted on AO3: I do not own these people in most places human trafficking is frowned upon.