What's in is Despair (frerard)

Chapter 4

I sat down in my seat, already tired and bored on this early Monday morning.

"Wow, Frank, you're on time today," Miss B remarked.

"What can I say? I'm good at surprising people," I replied with a small smirk on my face.

I was really just here on time to see Gee. Speaking of him, he was promptly late for class. He came in ten minutes after the bell rang, dressed up all pretty in a pastel pink dress and a pair of white sneakers that had Velcro on them.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked worriedly.

Gee nodded. "I stayed up late last night watching cartoons so I slept through my alarm this morning."

I smiled, looking over at the teacher. Gee didn't seem to have a single bruise on him which I was glad about. Maybe he didn't get hurt after all. Maybe his mom doesn't even hurt him, Gee just gets so worried and scared that he feels he's abused. But that doesn't make a lot of sense.

"How's everything with your mom?" I whispered.

"It's okay," Gee replied, writing down what Miss B was writing on the board.

I looked over his clean, pale arms and pretty face. No injuries whatsoever. I smiled, looking forward at the board. I felt so relieved that Gee wasn't hurt at all. Class dragged on while Miss B talked about sentence structures. It finally ended and I stood up, grabbing my bag.

"Hey, Pete and I are skipping," Brendon said. "Wanna join?"

"Sure," I agreed, turning to Gee. "Wanna join us?"

"I-I've never skipped class before," he stuttered nervously.

"It's fun, you should come," Brendon insisted.

I smiled, glad that Brendon didn't mind including Gee in the things we do.

"O-okay," Gee said.

I smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, guiding him out of the classroom. We met up with Pete and walked out of one of the side entrances. We went out to Brendon's car as I sat in the back with Gee.

"Wanna go to the arcade?" Brendon asked.

Pete and I nodded in agreement while Gee looked out the window curiously at our surroundings while we drove. We got to the local arcade building, walking in happily. We knew the owner, James Dewees, and he was pretty cool. He's got a band and they're pretty cool, we've watched them perform a couple of times.

The four of us went to our usual seats, a secluded booth in the corner. Brendon dumped out all his change onto the table with loud clinking. There were all sorts of arcade machines in rows, booths surrounding the outer walls. There was a shelf that even had some comic books on them. Games filled the room with a counter in the corner for food and prizes.

"I'm gonna go order a pizza and some drinks," I said.

"I'll go with you," Brendon offered.

He went with me to the other side of the room to the counter.

"So, are you and Gee a thing now?" He asked.

"No, we're just friends," I denied.

"Well I don't know about you, but when I crash at a friends house I don't usually wear their t-shirts and panties," he said. "Gee looked like he woke up the morning after you two fucked."

"We most certainly did not fuck," I denied. "Gee was just going through some things and I was trying to help him out."

Brendon nodded, looking like he didn't entirely believe me. We got to the counter and smiled at the lady working there.