I Never Told You What I Do For A Living [Frerard]

Prologue

Frank pulled his backpack higher on his shoulders, shoving through the  crowds of people. The congestion was caused by the mass of students attempting to escape prison for a few months, clawing desperately for the mouth of this hell-hole. In other words, it was the last day of school at Belleville High.

Eventually giving up, he decided to wait on the sidelines like he did on most normal days, even if he craved the freedom and fresh air as much as the next sophomore. He heard the familiar sounds of someone getting the shit beat out of them from the bathroom next to him.

Hoping he could help, he craned his head around the open doorway, trying to get a peek inside.

Three colossal guys were pounding a smaller kid between them. Obviously this was not a new occurrence, based upon the way their victim curled into a practiced ball on the bathroom floor.

Frank had to fight against the urge to jump into the fight and help him out. He could maybe take one on, but all of them were bigger than him, even the guy getting beat had about five inches on Frank. Curse being short and late growth spurts.

He was envisioning all the wounds he would get from the possible fight, and had almost convinced himself to walk away, when the boy on the ground looked up just barely and caught his eye around the legs of the bullies.

He knew that image would forever be etched into his brain, no matter what he did. 

The other boy looked at him with wide hazel eyes, the look inside them one of pure hopelessness. He looked shattered and lost, and Frank didn't need him to speak to know the only thing running through his mind.

Then he looked down, burying his face into his knees, pulling his legs into a tight fetal position.

His thoughts flashing by so fast he could hardly think, Frank did the first thing he could think of. He ignored all caution and ran inside.

The bigger boys looked up when they heard the sound of his sneakers squeak as he skid to a stop on the tiled floor. They turned away from the boy on the floor, looking at him.

"What are you doing here, freak?" one demanded harshly.

"Uh..." Frank then realized that he had forgotten to come up with a brilliant plan. Desperately, he wracked his brain for any possible diversion. "Um, the principle's coming! Right down the hall!"

"Shit!" the second guy yelled. "C'mon guys!"

They ran for the door, not even glancing down the hall to validate Frank's information.

Well that was easier than he thought it was going to be.

Frank turned to the shallow breathing of the boy on the ground. He was dressed in black, his backpack open and his papers splayed all across the floor. His dark hair stood out against the white floor and his pale skin. He met Frank's eyes, then his slipped shut, falling into unconsciousness.

For a second, Frank was afraid he had died, even though that was totally irrational. He rushed to his side nevertheless, dropping to his knees and holding his hand over his mouth to feel for breath.

As much as he wished he could help this kid, he had stuff to do. He was supposed to be meeting Lindsey so he could give her boyfriend the protective-older-brother-friend talk. And he couldn't exactly carry him. If he took him to the nurse, she would ask questions, if she was still even here, and he didn't know how much he was supposed to spill. 

So he sighed and stood to his feet, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. That was when he felt his beat up iPod. It wasn't much, but he was meaning to get a new one anyway, and he had all the music on a disc so he could upload it. It was doubtful this kid would even want it, but it was really all he could give him to apologize for not saving him better.

His eyes flickered as Frank bent down once more to lay his offering by his hand, so Frank moved quickly and left the bathroom.

As he walked down the sidewalk, he saw the boy's desperate face, every time he closed his eyes, and wondered what it would be like to be him. Maybe he would see him next year, and they could be friends.

What he didn't know was how much he had changed the world with that iPod.

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Okay, it's probably shit, but I swear it's not gonna be as stupid and cheesy as the summary sounds. I'm trying to get a decentish update schedule, but idk. Thanks for checking this out, and I hope you have a good day.

And this is this short because it's the prologue, most of the chapters should be significantly longer.

-Br