Let's Make This Last Forever // Frerard - REWRITE IN PROGRESS

Chapter Four

When I was younger, I developed this bad habit of looking over my shoulder when I was walking somewhere, and it always didn't end well. I always ran into something and got really hurt. This time was probably the worst, though.

I was walking forward in the hallway, eyeing the bright blue lockers. There was a guy far off, walking in my direction. He looked like your typical school shooter, dark look, dark clothes, so I inched as close to the wall as I could and continued on my way so I wouldn't run into him. I turned my head around though, because I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but there was no one there. Big mistake.

When I turned my head back forward, I ran directly into the guy who was far off. I guess my calculations were incorrect, because he was very close. And I was also in the middle of the hallway. He had dark eyelids, as if he was wearing eyeshadow. His eyes glowed bright green. He had long, black, stringy dreadlocks that stuck out like a sore thumb. He was maybe an inch taller than me. He was holding this huge stack of papers, and when we collided, the papers he was holding went everywhere.

"What the fuck?" He grumbled to himself, then looked up at me. "Watch where you're going, dumbass!" He yelled, shoving me back. He had a high voice. "There are other people in this hallway, y'know!"

"Sorry, sorry," I said, rushing out apologies so he didn't kick my ass right then and there. I bent down to help him, to grab a paper, but he stamped his shoe down onto the papers so I couldn't even get them if I tried. I got hold of a piece of paper right when he did it, though, so when I pulled on it to pick it up, the corner ripped off.

"Fuck off, dude! You only made it worse," he spat. I put my hands up to my shoulders as a sign of peace as I got back up to his level, then ran down the hallway towards the gym room so I could get as far away from this psycho as possible. As I tore down the hallway, I heard him scream behind me, "You better run, you little bitch! When I find ya, you're gonna wish you were dead!"

Just to my luck, I had gym with him.

"Today, kids," the teacher, a tall man with dark circles around his eyes spoke. "We just finished our soccer unit, so we're going to be playing a game."

The class cheered.

"We're going to be doing something fun," he grinned. "We're going to play dodgeball."

Shit. I groaned with a few other people as a bunch of other people cheered. Dodgeball was my least favorite athletic game of all. If we played kickball or some shit, I would be fine. But dodgeball made me want to blow my brains out. Of course, when I turned around, the kid from the hallway was staring directly at me and smiling with the creepiest grin.

During the game, him and a huge gang of friends were throwing the red balls directly at me. I dodged most of them so far, but it was getting close. I ran past a shorter boy with ginger hair and a fedora. I was almost hit with the ball being flung at him by a boy not that taller than me also with ginger hair. His was cut short. The ball flew past me and hit the fedora boy in the gut, making him double over and wheeze.

I then hid behind a boy much taller than me, who looked scared to be there, and also seemed to like drawing on his arms, since they were covered in black paint. A boy with huge muscles and dyed red hair chucked a ball into the taller boy's forehead, making him screech happily and run towards the bleachers, cheering, "I'm out! I'm out!"

Pete was next. I watched them target him. They all made a crowd before one of the tallest kids there with spiky brown hair stepped forward and shot a ball into his crotch, where he fell to the ground and made a noise of pain. Ouch.

The coach blew a whistle. "Hoppus!" The tall boy's head whipped around towards the coach. "You're out!"

"What?!" He yelled in a disturbingly deep voice.

"That's against the rules. Come on," the coach motioned him over, then turned around and smirked.

Gerard bolted towards me. "Frank, I'm next," he cried.

"No, what?" I ran towards him. Just as I reached him, a blonde kid sent a ball flying into the side of his head. "Are you okay?" I said quickly. I didn't want him hurt.

He nodded. "Fine, actually. And now I can sit out! I'll see you later. Good luck!" He ran towards the bleachers as I made a noise of fear.

Their gazes narrowed on me. I was the next prey.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I mumbled as I ran across the gym, balls flying towards me faster than ever. The dreadlocked boy watched me flee with a sadistic grin that was quick to form into a scowl. The balls were flying rapidly now. I could hardly outrun them. I then fell to the ground as they all pelted me with strong throws and big red balls. When the one boy threw, it went straight into my eye. 

A/N: Frank getting hit with balls am I right kids