Frerard Smut book

Skool

  
This is like small innocent gee and punk and mean Frank, so cliché I knowww don't attack me.

   I hate school. To be exact, I don't even want to go to school anymore, I just want to start a band and play music. But the 2 things stopping me from dropping out is no. 1, my parents, no. 2 fucking cute guys.

I'm known for skipping 3rd period to bring some random guy to the bathroom stall and getting a blow from him.   There would be news every week such as, ' Oh did you hear the new kid that blowed Frank?' but the excitement always wore out since it just ended up with me cumming in my fist and instead of their mouth. Simply, I just like to fuck. I'm famous for it, but some idiotic chicks would think that I would actually get pleasure from them, no way in hell would that ever happen.

           Monday (time skip)

    I walked into the halls of the dirty public school filled with random notes and trash everywhere. Sometimes I wonder if the janitor ever does their job, well, they must be very tired because of the non-stop rubbish being thrown left and right around here.

I entered first period and took a seat, I was already 20 minutes late but the teacher gave no fuck since it was as common as finding dirt in a garden. I kept eyeing the ceiling and then to the board, filled with numbers and shit like that I didn't understand. My eyes then landed on a kid with white stockings, black mini skirt, pink sweater with black ebony hair sitting 2 seats infront of me. They looked like a girl so I went back to mind my own business staring at the ceiling until the bell rang.

Everyone took off and the class was empty. I entered the halls while my backpack slung off my shoulders, bumping into multiple people doing so.

  The girl was following me and when I stopped she copied my actions. This happened for a few times before I got irritated and faced her.

Her face turned paper white like she saw a ghost but honestly I don't know who wouldn't be afraid of me. I was a bulky intimidating person, but the only thing that was ruining it was my height. I sometimes cursed to the gods why I wasn't as tall as other people in my class.

Anyway, I looked at her from head to toe and she looked like she was mumbling something under her breath. I approached her and pointed at her chest.

  "Whaddaya want?" I spoke in a husk voice to make it clear I'm not someone to mess with.

  She stuttered something out but it was faint. I frowned and she looked up.

  "I- I just wanted to ask you er for when the homework is due. Nobody here seems to reply to me but shove me into a locker and call me names." He spoke, so he was a boy all the time. Poor little new kid, really thinks I would pay attention to class. I realised so and kept my gaze at him, blankly staring at his soul (also Frank is taller in this bc I said so OK continue)  he bit his lip and kept staring. Could I say he was turning me on? I guess so, a cross dresser hmm. That's hot.

  "Honestly you picked the right person to tell you this. I don't pay attention to class ok?" I would usually tell them to scramble away but I thought I'd have some fun with him tonight.

  But I was almost creeped out by the fact that this kid actually does his homework. That was the most unbelievable part. If student in the school were 100% germs he and some other kids would be the 0.1% to escape the gel which is stress from homework.

He looked at me puzzled at my almost-shocked expression. I shook my head and turned away.

  "never mind," I said. He kept his trail behind me, following me with those hazel eyes. I only knew he had hazel eyes until now and jesus, he has one of the most beautiful pair of Hazel eyes I have ever seen.