A Determined Person

I sit back in my chair as the bell for fifth period, my free period, rings. "Class dismissed," I tell them. I wait for my class to file out before I make my way to the kiln and the most ventilated area in the room to light a cigarette. I place it between my lips and inhale the cocktail of toxins, sighing as I exhale smoke. Ten minutes later I snub out my cigarette and turn on the fan designed to whisk the fumes of cooking pottery into the atmosphere, instead whisks the smell of smoke away. I head back to my desk and pull out the painting I'm working on.
I'm in the middle of putting watered down red acrylic paint on the couple's white faces when I accidentally get some on Mikey's shirt. "Shit." I mutter, standing up to head over to the sink. This is my brother's favorite shirt, our grandmother, Elena Lee Rush, gave to him for his birthday last year... It's his favorite shirt, his special occasion shirt, the shirt that I could barely believe he let me wear..
And I got red fucking acrylic paint on it.
Good job, Gerard.
I turn on the sink and stick the hem under it, soon realizing that it won't work. So I pull it over my head, exposing my white chest which contrasts with my tan-ish face and arms. I squirt some of the brush cleaning soap on the stain and start to lather it.
I've almost gotten the shirt clean when I hear a knock on my door, without me answering it opens and I hear, "Gerard? I- oh!" I whirl around and let out a girlish scream, clutching the sudsy shirt to my chest as I stare at a bug eyed Frank.
"WHAT THE-
FRANK!?!"
"Gerard I'm sorry! I was just-"
"GET OUT OF HERE-..!!!!!" He stares at my now blocked chest for a few agonizing moments before seeming to snap out of it and stumble out backwards of my room. I stand there shaking for a few moments before I turn back to the sink, feeling really shitty for lashing out at him again as I finish getting the stain out. I go to dry it and pull it back on as I walk over to sit at my desk, sipping the dregs of my cold morning coffee. He saw me shirtless, I think to myself, no one ever sees me shirtless.... No one aside from my small handful of boyfriends. I rest my forehead on my desk, I really need another cigarette.

Notes

I swear I'm not trying to turn this into anti-Frerard lol. I'm just throwing a few wrenches in there so when they kiss for the first time and make love for the first time it makes everything that much sweeter!
Also,
sorry for the short chapter!

i dyed my hair black the other day and got a choppy haircut aND IM REALLY PUMPED

XoxoS