Thank you so much to those of you that reviewed! Here's chapter three, please review and tell me what you think.. I'm not sure about this chapter.....
Franks Point of View
I sighed as I walked down the path that lead me to school. The walk to school from my house was a short one so I walked as slow as possible without ending up late. It was raining. I had my hood up and my hands deep in my pockets, music blasting into my ears. I trudged along the gray pavement dreading the horrible day that was due to come.
I kept my head down as I turned the corner and walked through the school gates. No one had noticed me yet; so far so good. If I could just get to my registration class without being noti -
"Hey fag! You aren't welcome here, go to hell!"
I sighed at the shit insult, my shoulders slumping. I wanted to laugh, I wasn't gay, I was straight, I liked girls. I had kissed plenty of girls to prove that. I doubt they even knew my name, I was just referred to as 'fag' or 'faggot' around here, it was starting to piss me off.
"Hey faggot, nice belt!"
I looked down at the bright pink studded belt holding up my black skinny jeans. Okay, that kind of made me look gay but I promise I'm straight.
"Fuck off." I murmured flipping the jock off and making my way into the school building. I gave an annoying sigh as I stepped in a puddle, the dirty water soaking through my scruffy converse. I brushed it off, keeping my head down and trying to make myself shrink as I made my way through the sea of bodies in the hallways.
Bodies bash into me, knocking me left and right. I began to panic as my breathing picked up. Fuuuuck. I try to get out, shoving past the sea of bodies. I feel myself float round and round in circles, feeling weightless. My hands are shaking and I'm staring holes in the floor, as soon as I look up, a jock bashes past me, making me fall backwards flat on my head and back. I lie there, the pain engulfing my body. People kicking their way past. My eyes flutter closed, and my breathing calms down. I feel myself getting shoved about until I feel and arm snake its way under neck and the other under the back of my knees. I can feel my weight being lifted off the ground. I am cradled bridle style in someone's skinny, yet strong arms, my head leaning against their chest. I feel the faint beat of their heartbeat as they murmur something unintelligible in my ear. I snuggle up to them, gripping their soft shirt, feeling completely contempt in the safety and warmth of their arms. Their scent filling my nose and leaving my brain a sloppy pile of mush; I had never smelt something like this before.
My eyes flutter open just in time to see a face so beautiful. His skin so pale compared to his midnight black hair. His hazel eyes so beautiful, rimmed with black eyeliner, so broken, so haunted, so mysterious I struggle to not get lost in them. His small, shy smile resting softly on his face, complementing his other features so beautifully.
Oh, because you're not gay! A voice laughed in my mind before the darkness consumed me.