Chapter 2

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*franks pov* *slight trigger warning*

School was finally over. I grabbed my backpack and walked to my locker I put in my combination and started opening it when I heard someone behind me start talking.

"Well if it isn't Frank whatever your name is Oreo? Am I right? It's Oreo right?"

"No no I think his name is Frank emo"

The two people laughed. They thought they were funny but they really weren't.

"Aww what's wrong is the emo just too gay to function?"

That's something Pete told me all the time he thought it was so funny but it got old quick. I turned around to face my attackers, I wasn't surprised to see none other than Hayley and Pete. I looked past them to see Brendon standing against the wall letting out small chuckles with the boy I ran into earlier right beside him, he had a look of sympathy in his eyes I don't think he was enjoying this like Brendon was but of course he wasn't going to help me, no one ever does.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"Noting just wanted to say hi see how the shorty was doing" Hayley laughed.

Suddenly Petes fist collided with my eye and Hayley's hands grabbed my arms shoving me into my locker. They laughed and walked away leaving me sitting in my locker with pain shooting through my eye. I looked out to see Brendon and the boy looking at me Brendon was laughing hysterically while the other boy looked like he was pitying me. I don't need your pity I thought to myself as I pushed myself out of my locker. I went back to grabbing my things as Brendon and the boy walked away.

I left school and started walking home, since I missed the bus, nothing new. I got home and quietly shut the door behind me, my mom was passed out on the couch, again nothing new and my dad had left years ago so obviously he wasn't home. I quietly walked up to my room trying not to wake my mom. I threw my backpack on the floor and plopped down on my bed. I layed there for a while staring at the band posters on my wall before I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. I started to see a person form on my paper I wasn't trying to draw anyone in particular but when I finished I realized I had drew the boy from earlier.

I fell back onto my bed with the drawing clutched against my chest. My mind drifted off into thoughts of him, how his black hair fell perfectly around his face and how his hazel eyes sparkled above his tiny cute nose. He really was pretty I just wanted to stare at him all day...no stop frank you barely even know him. I don't really know him but I can still think he's pretty...can't I? Whatever.

I heard my mom moving around downstairs then I heard a car start in the driveway and I looked out the window to see her pulling away. Yes I had the house to myself for who knows how long, maybe a few hours but sometimes a few hours turned into a few days.

I walked downstairs grabbing a coke out of the fridge before sitting on the couch and turning on the tv. I turned it to animal planet and sat there for a while watching kittens climb around and play.

I must have fell asleep there because I woke up to sun shining through the windows and animal planet still playing on the tv. Dang it Frank your late. I cautiously got up and walked to the window, good mom wasn't home yet. I ran upstairs quickly getting dressed and sloppily applying my eyeliner. I stuffed another can of coke in my bag and ran out the door.

I was late to school, nothing new. I walked into the art room drawing attention to myself, why do they always have to stare when someone comes in late they are so immature. I took my seat next to Ashley she had bright blue hair and was so tumblr aesthetic, she had a really good singing voice too.

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