What are we? (Frerard)

Where is it?

Frank pov

"Can you run this down to the office for me?" My teacher asked then handed me a overstuffed folder.
"Uh-what if I get lost? I'm new and this school is much bigger than I'm used to." I rambled, tripping over my own words. She smiled.
"I have faith in you." She said chuckling. I hear Pete snort from beside me.
"Don't waste your faith Miss. He has the since of direction of a mole in daylight!" I shot a glare at Pete as he and the whole Cas Burt into laughs, unfortunately he was right.
This place was still like a labyrinth and the matrix combined.
"Can I go with him?" Pete asked the teacher. She gave him a skeptical look and her glare went from Pete to me them back to Pete.
"Nonsense, stay here and finish your work. Frank can find it on his own." With that I got up from my seat and walked out.
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"And I'm lost." I sighed in defeat. I was lost somewhere on the first floor. The hallway was empty. The only noise was the sound of the cheap air conditioning unit whirring above me. I felt like I was walking in circles. "Really?" I hear someone scoff from behind me. An arm comes over my shoulders and I knew it was Pete.
"Pete! Thank god!"
"You're pathetic!" He chuckled.
"Yeah I know." I said, rolling my eyes with a stupid grin on my face.
"Come on, the office is this way." He said grabbing my arms.
"Thanks Pete." I giggled as he yanked me along with him.
"Don't mention it." He walked ahead of me and I followed.
"So how'd you escape class?"
"Well after a few minutes past and you weren't back I asked to go to the bathroom. I think she knew I wasn't actually going, but she didn't say anything. I almost said I told you he'd get lost, but its not worth the detention." I coughed back a laugh and shook my head.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about what's going on with you and Lindsey." I'm not trying to pry, but maybe I could contribute to her cause.
Pete stopped abruptly and I smashed into his back. I realized we were In front of the office. "See you back at the class room!" Pete exclaimed and started walking in the direction we came from.

"Wh-wait! I'll get lost again! And you just completely ignored my question!" I argued. Pete just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

"I don't wanna talk about it. See ya." He called over his shoulder. I swear if looks could kill, Pete would have burst into flames at that moment. I swung open the office door and was met with a rush of cold air.
The room was quiet except for the tapping of key boards and the soft whisper of teachers gossiping in the corner. I walked up to the attendance desk. An awkward cough escaped my throat and she noticed my presence. A old lady with thin silver hair greeted me with a sneer. Is it bad I was intimidated by this lady? She stopped typing to push her glasses further up her nose and the other to reach out for the folder I found myself holding right in her face.
"Thanks, kid." She said while flipping through the file. "One moment." She spoke up then disappeared into another room for a moment. I took this time to look around. The office was very homely despite the fact it was colder than Antarctica in here. The walls were a creme color that reminded me of a mental ward, and the attendance desks were covered with papers. There was barely any room from the computers. On each desk there was a golden name tag and on the one in front of me it read 'Patty White. Staff member of 13 years'. Patty returned with some papers and handed them to me. "Give these to Miss. Ren when you see her again."
"Alright." I smiled politely. I hugged the heavy papers agains my chest as I walked back the way that I thought was correct. At this time the hallway was filled with freshmen. I was being pushed around by the crowd. I swear I was stabbed at least five times by different pencils. Some punk thought it would be funny to smack all the papers out of my hands. I watched as they all gracefully scattered everywhere. I waited for the hallway to clear before picking them up. Most of them were either ripped or had a footprint on them. I sighed frustratingly. Feeling guilt for the fact that that these were probably important. I looked up to see the Mikey kid on his knees in front of me, beginning to pick up the papers.
"Thanks." I managed to say.
He just nodded.