Song: Mr. Brightside
Artist: The Killers
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Frank's P.O.V

Gerard was acting a little weird at lunch, I know Bert Did that. Busted his lip I mean. And by half of last period a yellow and green bruise was beginning to form on him cheek.

I mean obviously since he was the only one giving him shit since I got here, if must've been him. Gerard seems like a nice kid that doesn't deserve that! I fucking hate bullies.

At least I hope he didn't to anything to deserve it....

Still, I can't really do anything until I see or have proof it was him. I've done it before. That's kinda how I ended back up in Jersey.  I debated on whether or not I should ask Gerard about the whole Bert situation but eventually decided against it.

I still barely know him. What right do I have to ask that? "God fuckin' Dammit," I muttered to myself in frustration.

There was a knock on my door right before the knob jiggled and it popped open. "Frank, is everything okay?"

"Yeah ma, it's all good."  Her face turned to a little of relief but still full of concern. "Are you sure I can hear you pacing all the way from downstairs." She said furrowing her eyebrows together.

I let out a frustrated huff. "Yeah ma."

She nodded her head and closed my door, leaving me to my thoughts. Sometimes my thoughts can be dangerous things, but eh. I sighed and looked at the time on my phone. 4:16.

I fucking hate time... It literally makes everything seem like it's going slower because you're wondering, 'when the bloody hell is it coming up?'.

For whatever the fuck you're expecting, be it dinner time or death.

I looked over at the few weights I had sitting in the corner of my bedroom. I usually worked out when I was kinda angry, not sure why but it helps me blow off steam.

Why not?

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"Hey guys," I said as I greeted Ray, Mikey, and Gerard.

"Hi." Mikey greeted.

"Sup Frank," Ray said cheerfully. He could be a little creepy sometimes. I don't know why though. I looked over at Gerard who was biting furiously at the skin around his finger nails. He looked nervous. "Hey Mikey can I borrow some of your notes for English? I kinda was distracted yesterday." I said hoping to avoid the subject.

"Sure... What had your attention?" He said rummaging around in his locker, finally pulling out some papers.

"Um- I- things, okay." I said narrowing my eyes at him.

"Mhm." He smirked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.

"Frank I think you forget I have English with you. I saw you staring at someone." Ray piped in.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who then?"

"Don't know... Couldn't see because some preps crispy head was in my way." He said. "Oooh, who is she Frank?" Mikey asked smirking again. I looked at them both as if they were crazy. "What... Nobody."

"That's not what I just heard." He argued.

"There are literally no hot girls here, so why would I be worried about them." I argued back.

"Shame."

I snorted him off as the bell went for first hour.

Thank God.

Those guys are dumb. But there cool.

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Oh my God you guys... My art teacher is having me do a portrait of Billie Joe Armstrong and I can't get the damn nose right! What do I do?! aggghhh!!!😭 It looks like shit anyways cause I can't draw... Hah!!

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This part is shorter but I have writers block so I apologize...

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