School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Nineteen - Patrick Tree Forgives Frank

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Chapter 19

"Frank, dude, listen, is everything alright? You know you can trust us man, just spill it," Ray Toro whispers next to me, and I snap my head to face him.

"Sorry, was kinda spaced out there," I laugh lightly, not wanting the Biology teacher to notice us talking, for she had already threatened us to lower our grades by one point, and we were both barely passing the subject and we really wouldn't like to have any pending subjects from Senior year, no sir. "I'm okay, honestly, don't worry about me," I give him my best smile, hoping he'd drop it.

With a small grimace, he does. The reason I was so jumpy this day was because it was the fourth day of the week. The fifth if you counted Sunday. I gulped as the word Sunday crossed my mind. Five days since I broke up with— well, since Gerard dumped me. No need to sugar-coat it.

What matters is that today is the day that comes after Wednesday, and the one before Friday, and Biology was my fifth period. Meaning it was Thursday, and I had art class next... With Mr. Way.

I hadn't seen or spoken to him since he broke up with me, and, although a certain tree would disagree, I think I had handled it pretty well. After the fist fight with the trunk.

When I arrived home, I tried to slip into my room as quietly as possible, but my mom caught me just before I could, and she saw my bloody hands. In the midst of firing questions at me, she bandaged me up, and although she was afraid I had broken something (to be honest, I was afraid of that too, but I didn't voice my thoughts), I convinced her I just got into a fight at a bar, to which I supposedly went to on Sunday.

She scolded me and gave me all the motherly bullshit of not getting into fights, and regarding Toro and my friends, I had shrugged it off by babbling the same bullshit lie. Although more skeptical, they had believed me, so I was safe, for now.

Right now, I was heading towards Art class, Ray besides me, my hand shoved in my pocket to hide its shaking. You know the feeling when you know you're gonna see your ex somewhere? That burning, dreading feeling at the bottom of your stomach, the ache in your head from trying not to think about all those wonderful times you both had together, the way your heart even aches at the thought of seeing the person you still love once more, and knowing they don't feel the same way anymore.

Well, try having your Art teacher be your ex-boyfriend.

Much, much, worse, for you will have to see them daily. I had managed not to see him from Monday through Wednesday, but I couldn't skip yet another period of class, my mom had already scolded me enough when I skipped the Math test on Tuesday.

"Sorry I can't walk you to class, Frankie, but I you know how Mrs. F. gets when she's pissed, and I have honestly no clue why on Earth she would call me to speak to her, but anyways, have a great time with Mr Way," He winks before turning to the left and walking down the corridor.

I freeze in my spot after the words leave his lips and force my breathing to slow down as I was currently panting.

No, I hadn't told Ray yet. No, I hadn't told Pete yet. I haven't told anyone yet, the subject is still too sensitive for me, and even thinking about it causes me to physically flinch. I needed to give myself at least a week before I decided to bring it up.

When I regain my composure, I walk to class, and release a small breath I didn't know I was holding as I push the door open.

A few students are already sitting at their usual spots, and only two or three raise their heads, but what attracts my attention is the slumped figure sat behind the teacher's desk, with their head on their hands, fingers pulling at the strands of black hair and the brown roots peeking from the scalp.