Don't say I'm better off dead

Finally, second lesson had finished and it was time for break. Gerard definitely preferred break to lessons as he would sometimes sit alone and draw but today he felt like he'd give his younger brother a visit. He sat down on the low blue buffet next to him watching as Mikey's friends joined them chatting and laughing along with Mikey. They were okay, he supposed... Just average okay people. He talked to a few of them occasionally but mainly kept to himself.
"Hey, you piece of sh*t! Come and sit with us, we'll be your 'friends'!" A voice shouted across the dinner hall.
"Oh great..." Gerard whispered to himself. Darren and his group of mates were at it again, weren't they? You could say that they didn't really get on that well, but they never really talked. Some people just seem to despise you for being that bit different, sometimes for being nice and not such a d*ck. But to Gerard's surprise this comment wasn't actually made at him.
He looked up to see Frank walking past, his shoulders slumped and his head facing the ground. He dragged his feet along the ground, scuffing his black trainers on the shiny floor. He didn't look up. He didn't defend himself. He didn't react. He just carried on walking as the abuse was spat at him.
"Oi! Don't you ignore ME! You worthless f*ck! Come over here and face me! Don't just walk away you pointless piece of sh*t!!!" Frank continued walking, head down...
"Your mum and dad don't love you! And they never will! Why don't you tell everybody here about what they......" He stopped as soon as he saw a teacher appear in the doorway, giving him a sharp glance. Darren and his group decided that that was enough for today and left; heading towards the back field to claim their next victim.
Everyone in the hall seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and began talking again immediately trying their best not to stare at the new kid. Speaking of the new kid: Frank wondered towards the other door passing the seat on which Gerard was sat.
"Hey.... It's Frank, isn't it? You can sit with us if you like...." Gerard whispered, stopping him by tapping his shoulder lightly.
"Oh, that would be, um, great thanks" Frank replied sitting opposite Gerard. His eyes looked misty and like he was trying to hold back the tears in order to save himself from embarrassment. Gerard knew the feeling all too well. When you're desperately trying to stop, trying to think of a spark of happiness that you could cling onto, which might just stop the tears.
"So, um, you know those guys then?" He asked tentatively.
"well, um, yeah. I do. They used to.... Well, I know them from places and lets say. We don't really get along the best. I'm not ruining this conversation am I? I don't want to bring everybody down. 'Cause if I am then, I-I'll just leave."
"No. You don't have to leave" chimed in Mikey, smiling, "I'm Mikey, by the way. Gerard's younger brother. Nice to meet you...Frank."
"oh, um, h-hi Mikey..." Frank said quietly, "are you sure if its okay if I sit with you guys? Like I don't wanna get you guys involved in anything..."
"listen Frank, Darren and his bunch of mates are all just arse holes, they're like that to everyone, so I just wouldn't worry about it. And if you ever want, just come and sit with us, we honestly don't mind." Gerard replied with reassuringly.
"oh, okay... Thanks" frank said, sounding very surprised.
"What have you got us to thank for? For letting you sit on a chair? That chair don't belong to anyone. And anyway why wouldn't we let you sit near us? Not everyone's perfect, no, we're far from that, but you seem like a nice guy."
"Well... Yeah. T-that's real nice of you and thanks, you kinda saved me there."
Their 10 minutes was up. And what an eventful 10 minutes it had been. They wondered back to class; Frank sticking close to Gerard's side.

Notes

Third chapter finally complete. Not too sure about it but, oh well. :) x