Stuck (Frerard)

Highschool Part 2- Chapter 42

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Frank's P.O.V.

Gerard found me on the bleachers. P.E. technically hasn't started yet so the teacher is on her phone and the class is just sitting and talking. She doesn't even look like a P.E. teacher. She has bright orange and grey tennis shoes, black yoga pants, a light blue and white Nike hoodie, bleack blonde hair in a tight ponytail, and fake bright pink nails. She just looks like an Instagram sports model. 

I scooted to the side to make room for Gerard and they sat down next to me. They have a nervous expression on their face and they are fiddling with their hands in their lap. I don't know if they'd be okay with us acting like a couple in public, but they seem to need calming down right now, so I grab their hand and hold it on their knee. They look at me, look behind them at the girl looking at us with an, "Ooooh they are totally gay and dating" face and look down at their feet on the silver bleachers with embarrasment. I wish they didn't have to be so anxious all the time. I squeeze their sweaty hand and focus on the teacher when she starts talking. 

"Okay class! Start your warm ups by running around the gym and doing three laps," she holds up three fingers, "and then finding partners and begin your routines!"

"It's gonna be okay," I tell Gerard as we stand up. I unlatch my fingers from theirs and we join the class with running. I'm pretty good at running since I used to have to run away from bullies a lot. Thank God they all graduated. Those were some of the worst years of my life. Gerard, however, is not very fit and is already panting and falling a bit behind. I slow my pace to run next to them.

Gerard's P.O.V.

I fucking hate running. In fact, I hate any type of exercise. I'm terrible at it all. Frank must pity me because he's running next to me when clearly, he could go faster. 

I finally finished my 3 laps, anxiety forcing me to run with the group so people don't look at me when I'm in the very back, pathetically trying to keep up. I'm panting like crazy from running like I never have before, sticking out from the other kids. I can identify a few unfit kids like me. One girl with half blonde and half black hair with makeup so good it looks unreal is standing with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. Another girl with shaved blonde hair and a bandana headband is resting against a wall, and a boy with short curly pink hair was actually sitting on the ground, out of breathe. I'm glad I'm not the only one that can't do exercise. 

"Listen up!" the P.E. teacher shouts and claps to get our attention, "You have one minute to get into partners and begin your routines!" She blew her whistle and everyone scrambled to find someone. It's the Hunger Games. I remember dreading finding a partner during group activities at school. I quickly found Frank and stood close next to him, claiming him. We found an empty blue yoga mat on the ground and Frank lay down on it and began doing sit ups. I stood by his feet, still catching my breath. 

I heard Frank mumble, "20!" before standing up, stretching after exercising. Was I going to have to do sit ups? I saw the teacher glance at me quickly, but thank God, she didn't come over to me and say anything.

I looked at the kids around me, all on mats doing exercise. Well, some kids were sitting on bleachers. I'm guessing that they were just lazy because they don't have any visible injuries. 

"Frank, do I have to exercise too?" I whined.

"Nah, the teacher isn't too strict to new kids. There's only half an hour left of this, no worries."

Only half an hour, you can do this Gerard.

I don't like this. I don't like all the people, I don't like the memories I get from being at a school again, and I don't like the work. The teachers even gave me homework! I don't even know what the hell the lesson is! Something is seriously wrong with the American school system.