Falling for a fuckboy [Frerard]

Chapter 1 - Fresh meat [Pilot]

Authors note - Hey guys! So this my first book on wattpad, and I'm relatively new to writing long stories so please bare with! Uh.. I don't know how to end these so.. enjoy reading?

-Franks POV-

I wipe a small tear from my cheek as my old home begins to dissapear into the distance, though I can barely see it through all the suitcases that are stacked up in the trunk of the car. I let out a small whimper. I was just getting used to living here and he had to come along and take it all from me. I just want a normal life.
My head slowly begins to tilt back and I slip in and out of conciousness whilst I try and stay awake. I slowly become so tired that my eyes flutter shut and I fall into a light sleep.

-

I don't know how long ive been in this car for but it must be a while. Rain is pouring down on the windows, making my vision of the streets blurry. The windscreen wipers are working overtime. I glance over at my mother, who is concentrated on getting us there safely in this terrible weather. My mind begins to wander. I wonder how long it will be before I have to leave again because of... Him. Hopefully I wont have to leave.

Just as my mind begins to wander off into imagining my new life, a roadsign catches my eyes. It reads "Belleville, New jersey. 11 miles."
"We're almost there!" My mom chirps happily, but i don't understand how she can be happy on a day like this. After about 20 minutes more driving, we pull up to a small but cosy looking house on the outskirts of the city.
"Do you like it, frank?" She looks at me hopefully. I study the area with careful eyes, chewing on my lip ring as I look around. "It looks cosy..." I say, not ready to judge before we go inside.

The keys jingle as they are inserted into the small, wooden door. It has a very homely look to it. The door opens a crack revealing an old exterior, a worn out sofa and some torn up curtians. Its not much, but its home for now. I walk into what will be my room where an old, rickety bedframe lay with a worn out matress. I check the time on my dying smartphone and realise if I want to make a good impression at school tomorrow, I should head to bed. Its my first time going to a non-catholic school so i want to make sure that I make a good impression, though I wont bother making friends...
i'll probably have to leave too soon for that.

I close my curtains and blinds, trying to forget this weeks events and close my eyes. I struggle to sleep as todays events run through my head. Over and over and over until I finally pass out into a deep sleep.

-

I was awoken by a blaring noise, making me shoot out of my bed into a heap on the floor. I glance over to where the noise came from and realise it was my alarm, as im starting school today. I quickly get out of my bed and rumage through my suitcase,
trying to find something to wear. I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black misfits t-shirt. I run my fingers through the mess of hair on my head until I could class it as "styled" well... sort of. I grab a pen and a notebook and shove it into a random backpack.
I dash out the door after mumbling a good bye to my mom and I begin to make my way to my new school... god I hope I don't get lost.

After walking down the streets and trying to find where I should go, I make it to the school gates. There are a bunch of different groups, well... cliques. like; The obviously emos, The preps, The jocks, The druggies, The goths and the outcasts, just to name a few.
I walk in through the gates, everyones eyes are on me. They're all whispering about me....

I think my nerves are radiating off me. Im so busy looking at everyone around me that I don't notice the thin but lanky figure with awkward knees that im going to walk in to before I realise its too late. I walk straight into him and follow it up with a string of cursewords as I land on the floor next to him.
"Fuck.. Shit.. Fuck! Sorry... I should have been watching where im going. Im sorry im new...."

The tall kid stands up and dusts himself off. He reaches down and lends me a hand up. "New guy, eh? Where ya been all this time then? Oh, the names Michael by the way. But you can call me Mikey... Or mikes." His thick new jersey accent coats his words perfectly, I could listen to this kid talk all day.
"Oh.. Sorry what?" I stumble on my words embarrassingly. Mikey has surely caught my attention, Im not sure why though.
"I asked where you're from.. You're not too good at socialising, are you?" Mikey tilts his head sideways and gives me a small reassuring smile, Its the only expression hes shown... He seems to have a strong poker face.
"I can't exactly tell you where im from. I move alot, its complicated...." I say, just as someone comes running over to us, interupting our conversation

"Mikey! Baabeeeee! Look who I found!!!!" Someone runs over enthusiastically before being followed by two guys, walking slowly behind him. The person who called Mikey comes over and plants a kiss on his lips... im slightly shocked. They're both male, and so open in public?...
I don't dislike homosexuality but I dont understand it myself.
"Peettteee! im talkinrkjkd----" His words became muffled as pete's lips attacked his. He pushes him back slightly, and explains to Pete that im here. He looks at me and waves slightly, before the other two come over to introduce themselves to me.
"Hi, im Ryan and this is Brendon." Ryan says, gazing lovingly into brendons eyes. My ears pick up on Mikey and Pete's conversation
"D'you think he's met gee yet?" Pete says, looking almost concerned.
"I sure hope not...." Mikey says, putting his head in his hand and shaking his head.
"Well.. he seems too innocent for gee.... like straight almost" Pete bites his lip nervously before his mouth drops. "Mikey! Gee.. Incoming!..." He looked panicked.

I began to slowly walk towards the school before the bell went in order to find my Homeroom. I hear footsteps echo behind me and I begin to get scared.
"Hey! You! Wait up...!" Someone called out in the hallway. Their voice was smooth, silky, and they didn't have that strong of an accent. It was nice though. I turned around to see a mess of red hair and a beautiful figure strutting towards me. The person looked almost feminine, But I could tell that it was a guy.
"Can i help you?..." I asked hesitantly, unsure of who this guy was and how stable he was.
"Yeah you can, you're new aren't you?" He said, a smirk appearing on his lips as he looked me up and down.
"Yeah, I am, how'd you know?" I narrow my eyes at him, watching him cautiously.
He gets right up into my face and whispers in my ear "Because I haven't fucked you yet, sugar." His voice was endearing, it made me think I wanted him. But I didn't ofcourse, im straight.
"Left you speechless already, have i?" He grins at me as I realise im just standing there, my mouth slightly open in shock.
"I think you've got the wrong person... My name's frank and im straight. And you are?"
"Oh, I'm the person who's gonna help you question your sexuality, frankie." he winks at me playfully. He begins to strut away, leaving me staring at his perfect ass. "See you around, princess" He chuckles and exits the corridor, leaving his red hair implanted in my mind for the rest of the day.