Bloodsuckin'

James. P4

It was a typical Monday lunch - Frank was scribbling overdue 'math' homework and Gerard was tying himself in knots attempting to change clothes without showing any skin, ahead of time for his upcoming gym class.
"I can't believe they won't let me switch gym out for something more important," Gerard mumbled as he looked at himself in his ridiculously short shorts and an unflattering white shirt.
"Felt that. I'd like an explanation as to how this shitty geometry is gonna help me reach my dreams of becoming a hobo anyway!" Frank replied, putting down his tattered exercise book and tucking a pencil the length of a thumbnail behind his ear. Gerard pulled up his white socks and shrugged at Frank, before checking the clock on the wall of the revolting changing room. He swung his heavy PE bag over his shoulder and held the door open for Frank.
As the two walked out into the corridor, the obnoxious boy from the bus knocked into Frank's shoulder, still facing them. Gerard sighed almost silently, and James stopped in his tracks. Gerard awaited a half-baked insult as he heard the squeak of the bully's shoes as he turned to strut back to the pair.

"What the fuck is wrong with you homos, you knock into me, and don't think I won't tell everyone what was going on in the locker room?" James booms as he draws closer.
"Well... what was going on in there?" Frank asks with a face tinged with both humour and anger.
"James, don't waste your breath, we cordially apologise for bumping into you." Gerard sighed and continued to walk away, with Frank following closely behind.
"I'll just have to let everyone know that you're a bunch of homos then!" James shouted to the back of their heads, followed by an empty laugh.
Frank turned on his heels and nudged Gerard suggestively.
"Then we might have to let everyone know about your secret, huh?" James released an angry expletive before scrambling down the hallway.
Frank and Gerard exchanged a wholesome smile, before reaching the bench outside the Frank's 'math' classroom.
"Frank, what's his secret?" Gerard asked naively.
"Dude, I don't fuckin' know, but isn't it rad that he has one?"
"Knowledge is power, y'know," Gerard was interrupted by the bell.
"Sure, some is, but not this bullshit." Frank somehow stuffed his exercise book into the back pocket of his baggy jeans and patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Knock yourself out, kiddo." Gerard laughed as the friends went their separate ways - Frank swinging round the doorframe into 'math', and Gerard nervously twisting his silver ring as he trundled off to the tennis courts

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AN/ Sorry this is really short I just don't know how to change scenes oops

AN/ 5 years later - bruh just say the scene changed instead of going into a whole new chapter LOL