CHAPTER ONE FRANK POV

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"Shit" I mutter as I look at my alarm clock. I have overslept by ten minutes and only have 20 minutes to get ready. I fall out of bed and hurry over to my dresser and grab a pair of black skinny jeans, a faded misfits t-shirt and a long black sleeved top to go underneath and then get changed.

Once I look somewhat presentable I rush over to my mirror and try to brush some stray pieces of hair behind my ears but it is not much use, I sigh and just give up. next I move onto makeup and I rim my eyes with black eyeliner. I know it's not cool and I will most likely get made fun of but I don't care anymore I had got used to the bullying but it did not mean it hurt less. I finish and step away to take in my whole appearance; my eyes look tired and bloodshot from lack of sleep, my hair needs cutting as it was just about brushing against the top of my shoulders and my height makes me look like I am a pre teen, even though I am 16. I shrug and just start gathering my things I need for the first day of school. I have just moved to the area with my mum because she and my dad divorced and she decided a fresh start will be good for both of us, however I know joining a new school two semesters in will be hell.

I look at my alarm clock again and see I have to get going otherwise I will be late so I shove on my black fingerless skeleton gloves, grab my backpack and quickly run down stairs to take my medication before I head out my house to school. On the way there I decide to pull my phone and headphones out and listen to some music to calm my nerves. I scroll through the list of songs before I put on some smashing pumpkins as I quickly walk down the road.

After I walk for 5 minutes I can now see the school building looming in front of me. I take a moment to take a deep breath before I dive into the sea of swarming teenagers. I instantly make my way away from the main crowd to the outskirts of the school yard where I stand with my head down listening to music. I think if I can just survive the next 5 minutes before school without being picked out as a easy target I can escape a beating up before lessons started.

I am not that lucky. Even in a yard full of teenagers I am spotted by a group of vicious teenagers in under 2 minutes as a easy target and they start walking towards me I panic,I start looking around for an escape route but there are none and anyway I have run out of time. The largest teenager grabs my shirt before looking over to his friends. "What do you think you are doing here midget this is a school for teenagers fuck off back to pre school" the teens behind him laughes and I feel my face burning red with embarrassment and my legs start shaking. "I.. I .. I don't want any trouble I am new, I will stay out of Your way I swear" I hate how my voice is weak and full of fear. "Well tough luck I am going to make your life here a living hell you piece of shit" I feel my eyes burning with tears but I refuse to let any fall so I just stand there with the guys fist still tangled in the front of my shirt.
I suddenly see he is raising his fist and I flinch away in terror before he brings his fist down to connect with my jaw. I let out a pained noise before being shoved onto the floor. The rest of the teens gather round me and start throwing punches and kicks to my face and body. Whilst shouting insults at me "Fucking emo Midget" "Die you fag" "Fucking loser go kill yourself" I curl into a ball praying for them to stop but when it did not I prayed for death.

After what felt like hours but was only 3 minutes I hear the bell ring and the teenagers back off but the largest one crouched down at me before whispering in my ear. "my name is Bert I thought you should know as we are going to be seeing lots of each other." He then stands up and kicks me one last time in the face before he and his friends walk off laughing. I curl myself into an even smaller ball and let the tears fall, Until suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder I flinch at the contact thinking it was Bert who had come back to beat me up some more but it was not, the person quickly mutters "sorry" and then removes their hand.
I look up and was met with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes I stare at the boy before me he has messy long black hair and was dressed in a smashing pumpkins t-shirt with a jacket pulled over it. He looks at me his eyes filled with concern and empathy. I try to sit up but it feels like my ribs were on fire and I hiss out in pain. The boy grabs my head before it hit the ground again "easy" he mutters before he gently lifts my head and wraps his arm around my torso so he could help me sit up. Once I have sat up he slowly let go of my head and I feel it instantly droop over to rest against his shoulder as I do not have the strength to keep it upright. The boy looks down at me and then slowly reaches out to my lips with his thumb. I am confused until he brings away his thumb which is covered in blood. "Your lip is pretty bad" he says his voice full of concern and panic. He then reaches into his pocket and I see him pull out a packet of tissues he removes one then brings it up to my lip and starts wiping away the blood. Once he had cleaned away the blood he helps me stand up I sway slightly but he keeps a firm hold of me to make sure I do not fall after a few seconds he removes his arms from around me and suddenly I feel really cold.

I am startled when I hear a different voice call out from behind me and the boy. "Gerard is he okay?" I look over and see a boy with a huge brown Afro and a boy with over styled blond hair and glasses standing closely next to him. "Yeah I think so" the boy who I am guessing was called Gerard says. The two make their way over to me and Gerard. I wonder how long they had been watching. Gerard turns so he is facing the two boys but standing close next to me. "Was it Bert" the boy with the Afro says looking at me. "Yeah" I mutter The boy looks at me with sadness "I am sorry about you getting beat up I don't know you but I bet you did not deserve that" I give him a small smile and say "don't be sorry I am used to it" He looks at Gerard with concern And suddenly everything becomes slightly awkward. Gerard suddenly speaks again "oh by the way this is Ray" he says pointing at the dude with the fro "and this is Mikey my brother" he says pointing at the lanky teen with glasses "and I am Gerard" he says "frank" I say in return I do not trust my voice as I am still slightly shaky but I shoot them all a small smile.
Gerard looks at everyone then his phone which he has pulled from his pocket before slightly yelling " shit guys we are 6 minutes late" "Sorry" I mutter looking at the floor I have made them all late and I feel really guilty. "no don't say sorry it is not your fault you got beaten up it's Berts and if I was so worried about being late then I would not have helped you, would I?" "I guess" I mutter still looking at the floor "Thanks for helping me by the way I really appreciate it" "No problem" Gerard says while smiling I look up and smile back at him as we stare into each other's eyes. I feel my stomach fill with mad butterflies Suddenly I hear his brother clear his throat. And we both look away embarrassed.
"We better get going" mutters Mikey and he and Ray walk slightly ahead of us and into the school building and me and Gerard walk (well Gerard did I limp) behind and just as we are about to enter the building I realise I have a total crush on Gerard and I know this was going to be one of the longest days of my life.

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