Gerard felt so awkward walking into such a high-class place. He had recently been accepted into this high school because of his high grades in middle school. He felt people's eyes on him as he walked in, dressed in such normal clothing.
Frank was talking with his friends when the boy walked in. He turned around when he saw Brendon staring at someone behind him and he widened his eyes. He scoffed. "Who is that?"
Gerard bit his lip when he saw people staring at him. He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down.
"I don't know, new, maybe?"
"He looks...different. Intriguing, honestly." Frank said, not really knowing whether or not he should talk to him.
"What's up with his clothes though? Looks like he got them from Wal-Mart." Ryan laughed.
"Don't make fun. He didn't do anything." Frank's other friend, Patrick, said. He lightly punched Ryan in the arm.
Ryan rolled his eyes. Gerard still felt the group of boys eyes on him so he slowly approached them.
"D-Do any of you know where the office is...?" He asked in a gentle voice.
Ryan snickered and Patrick shoved him. Frank opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"It's in the main hallway and it's the first door on your left." Patrick said, gesturing to the door to the main hallway.
"Thank you," He said, pushing his hair back. He walked towards where Patrick said and, as soon as he was out of sight, Patrick looked at Ryan.
"Dude, just leave the poor guy alone."
"He's different, though. It's funny." Ryan argued.
Frank stares after him with a blank look on his face.
"Yeah," Brendon started. "He doesn't look like he can afford to go here. Or anywhere."
Frank snaps his head around and stares at them. "Can you literally shut the fuck up?"
"Why are you standing up for him? Got a crush on him or something?" Ryan asked, crossing his arms.
"No, I'm not a faggot, Ryan. I'm dating Jamia. I've said this 100 fucking times."
"Right..." Ryan rolled his eyes and unbuttoned the button on his sleeve, the one that kept it rolled up.
"You shouldn't really say that," Patrick chimed in.
"Say what?" Frank asked.
"F-Fa...You know what I mean."
"Oh. Sorry." Frank apologized sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Because uh, Pete and I, yeah...It just makes me uncomfortable,"
"Wait, fuck, since when?!" Frank asked excitedly.
Patrick giggled. "I thought I'd told you, but last week." He smiled and Ryan rolled his eyes. Again.
Frank glanced at Ryan rolling his eyes and sighed. "Nah, dude, you never told me!"
Patrick smiled brightly. "Yeah, he asked me out while we were sitting outside his house,"
"Fags," Ryan mumbled to himself and walked off.
Frank glared at him, mouth agape. He looked over at Patrick worriedly and bit his lip and waited for his usual, 'I-Hate-Ryan' rant.
Patrick sighed. He was too happy to rant about Ryan today. Pete walked up behind Patrick and wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his cheek.
