We All Go To Hell

Chapter Two

Making my way through the halls to get to my next class was loud, like always, but it was a different kind of loud. Kids were cheering and 'Oh!' -ing. It sounded like a fight, and I'd know. Ive been in a quite a few, although I was always the punching bag.

"You think that's funny?!"

I heard a familiar voice call from the hallway around the corner. I turned slightly so I could see and of course- the one kid I thought I could potentially be friends with was slamming his fist hard into another kids jaw.

"You better shut the fuck up! You want another black eye?!"

Frank, I think his name was, spat.

I bit my lip hard. I didnt want to just watch this kid get repeatedly punched by Frank. But they boy he was bruising was a boy I really didnt like. A jock...actually. Surprisingly. I dont think I've ever seen a jock being beat up. It was usually the other way around. 

Before too long a teacher whipped around the corner, grabbing Frank's shoulder tight and hauling him off the now bleeding boy. As frank was being pulled back, most likely toward the principal's office, he winked at me as he being passing me and I kind of just stared at him. Im surprised he hadnt beaten me up yet.

The one he was punching was now slouching on the ground, blood staining his football jersey. His friends were trying to help him up, but he got angry and swatted them away, standing on his own. Maybe it was to prove that he wasn't a pansy and could take a few punches.  But I could tell he wasnt doing good.

Instead of gawking at the scene, teachers sent us all to class. Which I was fine with. I had art class next,  which was amazing.

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I hadn't seen Frank at all for the rest of day, figuring he was probably in detention or he just didnt have classes with me. But it seemed all I could think about was the way he smirked and winked at me. Maybe it meant I was next. Maybe I should be scared of him and not admiring him. I couldnt afford to be beat up anymore this year. It made last year a lot worse and I didn't want to spend weeks at home with broken bones and bleeding noses.

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The school day finally ended and I had some decent classes. Only one with Frank that I know of so far though. Except I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing yet. So I'll stick with not knowing until I can figure it out.

Mikey met me by the front of the school, he looked estatic.  Lucky him.

"How was it?"

I asked softly as we began walking home, which, might I add, was horrible.

He just had a smug smile on his face and held his phone tight in his hand. I swear this Alicia girl was going to be the death of me.

"Great."

He said, joy in his voice.

"How so?"

I pulled out my cigarettes and lit one up. Id been dying for one all day.

He shrugged and flipped his phone opened when it vibrated.

"Jesus christ. Who are you texting?"

"Just Alicia.  God."

"You sure you two are just friends?"

"Yes. We're just friends. "

I heard him sigh before typing up a reply.

"Alright. Whatever."

"How was /your/ day?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and took another drag of my cigarette.

"'S fine."

I murmured, sticking the cancer stick between my lips.

"Just fine?"

"Yeah. Just fine."

"Did you meet anyone?"

"Do I normally meet anyone?"

"...well no but-"

"I didnt meet anyone."

"Okay."

Even after we got home and mom poked at us with a thousand questions I couldnt get Frank out of my head. The rude bastard was pretty much glued to the inside of my eyelids and I didnt particularly hate it.

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So sorry this one isnt long. Its just I all I could think of tbh