Okay so all the trigger warnings are in the description of the story, I WILL NOT BE PUTTING IT BEFORE EACH CHAPTER

that said, I guess we're starting now

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I woke up, staring at the ceiling. I really didn't want to get out of bed, I just wanted to stay and sleep. But then my alarm went off for the second time and I sighed.

I got up, throwing on a pair of black jeans that were laying on the ground and a random t-shirt. I grabbed my backpack and headed outside, thankful for the fact that it wasn't get too cold out yet.

The walk to school wasn't far, only about fifteen minutes. But those were my fifteen minutes of peace. I put my headphones in, sighing quietly as I walked. There was a tap on my shoulder and I frowned. Who was ruining my fifteen minutes?

"Hey, are you going to Belleville High School?" The guy asked me when I pulled out my earbuds.

"Yeah," I said.

He was a little shorter than me, with short, black hair and tattoos. He was wearing a shirt from The Smiths and had a pair of jeans with a pink belt. He didn't actually look too bad and my slight fear of him went away. He seems like the kind of guy I'd hang out with.

"So, I know this is gonna just sound stupid and kinda childish but I'm new here and honestly I just wanted to introduce myself to one person so that way I could possibly follow you around for the rest of the day like a scared little puppy," he said.

I giggled quietly at his soft blush.

"O-okay, I'm Gerard," I said.

"Frank," he replied.

We walked to school together and Frank looked around curiously.

"What grade are you in?" Frank asked.

"I'm a senior," I said.

"So am I," Frank said with a small smile. "Please tell me we have some classes together."

He handed me his schedule and I smiled.

"We have fourth and last hour," I said. "Which means we've also got lunch together."

"Oh thank god, I was dreading the whole lunchroom scene," he said.

"Do you know where your locker is?" I asked.

"Yes, I kind of remember from the tour," he said. "It's in the Upper East hall which is...this way."

Frank walked off and I chuckled when I watched him go in the opposite direction. I hurried over and grabbed his arm, leading him away.

"It's this way," I said.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I meant, I was just using the shortcut," Frank said.

I laughed and brought him to the correct hall.

"Are you the one that moved in next door to me?" I asked. "I saw all the moving trucks."

"Yeah, probably me," Frank said. "Do you believe in fate?"

"No," I said.

"I do," Frank said.

"So you think it's fate that you moved in right next to me?" I asked.

"Maybe, I mean, I'd like to think so," he said. "I like to believe in fate. You know, something happens for a reason."

I shrugged and he smiled softly as he shut his locker.

"I know a lot of people think it's silly," Frank said.

"I don't think it's silly, just never really thought about it I guess," I said.

Frank smiled and nodded.

"So, I guess I'll see you in fourth hour," Frank said.

I nodded and walked off. I've never believed in fate like Frank did. A part of me didn't want to, I didn't want to believe that everything that has happened to me happened for a reason.

I was just heading to fourth hour later in the day when I felt a presence behind me. It had been so peaceful all day, for a moment I actually started to believe that fate was real.

"Fucking loser!" Someone exclaimed, shoving me to the ground.

I whimpered, looking up at Pete. Thankfully they weren't here long as Pete left with his friends. I headed to class and sat down, Frank not long before me.

"This place doesn't seem too bad so far," Frank said.

I shrugged and he frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

Frank bit his lip, looking down for a moment.

"At my old school there used to be this thing where on Fridays my math teacher would bring in pizza if we all wore the color red," he said. "It never actually happened, there'd always be that one dick who wouldn't wear red just to ruin it for everyone else."

When I didn't say anything Frank seemed to realize that I didn't want to talk. He doodled on his paper while the teacher talked.

When class ended Frank followed me down to the cafeteria. We sat down with my one and only friend, Jamia.

"Gerard? What happened?" She asked immediately. "Was it Pete again?"

I nodded softly and she wrapped her arms around me.

"Who's Pete?" Frank asked.

"He is not only the School Jock but also the School Dick," Jamia said. "He isn't nice to people, particular Gerard and myself."

"I'm sorry," Frank said quickly, giving my shoulder a small, kind squeeze.

I nodded, eating my lunch quietly.

"I'm Jamia," my friend beside me said.

"I'm Frank, I'm new and chose Gerard to follow around like a scared puppy," Frank said.

Jamia laughed quietly and pulled out her lunch.

"I like your hair," Frank said to Jamia.

"Thanks," she said, running a hand through her bleach blonde hair. "So, where'd you move here from?"

"Not far, just about half an hour away," Frank said. "My mom got transferred because of her work. I actually just moved in next door to Gerard, I think it's fate but he doesn't think so."

"Maybe we can come over and help you unpack?" Jamia offered.

"Oh, that's okay, you don't have to do that," he said.

"Yeah, it'll be great, right, Gerard?" Jamia asked.

I nodded and he shrugged.

"I mean, yeah I guess that's okay," Frank said.

Jamia smiled and I could feel myself growing a little bit more relaxed now that I was with my friends. That's right, I can officially say friends in plural terms now.

"Frank's in our last hour class," I said.

"Oh, you can join the fun," Jamia said.

"'Fun'," I scoffed.

"Well, not a lot of fun because it's still a math class but at least we get to hang out with each other," Jamia said.

I nodded my head and she smiled.

"So, are you two dating?" Frank said after a moment of silence.

I choked on my food and Jamia laughed.

"No, I'm, like, really gay," I said.

"Oh, sorry," Frank said. "Just curious about you two I guess."

"It's okay," I said.

"My mom thought we were dating for the longest time too," Jamia said. "She would get, like, really suspicious and wouldn't let him in my bedroom."

I chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"What about you, Frank? Did you leave a special someone back at your old town?" Jamia asked.

"No, there hasn't been a special someone for awhile," He said. "I used to date this girl about a year ago and things were pretty great but we just sort of broke things off before things got too serious. It was just a little summer romance thing."

"Sounds sweet," Jamia said.

"She's a hopeless romantic," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"It was sweet," Frank said. "We just went on little summer dates like the beach and carnivals and amusement parks. And we fucked a lot, of course."

"That was all so sweet and cute until you said that," Jamia mumbled.

"The other parts were really sweet," Frank said.

"Were you heart broken when it ended?" Jamia asked.

"No, it was pretty mutual," he said. "Once school started we were both just busy and I knew my dad was planning on moving us so we just decided it was the best and that it'd be better to have the sweet memories and stay friends than have a strained relationship."

"I think that's great," Jamia said.

I smiled, nodding my head in agreement.

"Yeah, we don't talk too often but every now and then we'll just text each other to see how the other is doing," he said. "What about the both of you? Have you ever had any romances?"

"No, I just had some small flings with a guy at summer camp," I said.

"And I only have dreamy guys on tv shows to cry over," Jamia said.

Frank chuckled, running his hand over his water bottle.

"Halloween?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, I was actually born in Halloween," Frank said.

"Oh, so it's coming up soon then, you'll be eighteen, right?" I asked and he nodded.

"Gerard and I usually just spend the Halloween night curled up on the couch eating junk food and watching horror movies," Jamia said.

"Got room for one more?" Frank asked.

"Of course we do, Frank," Jamia said. "Oh, and now we have an excuse to get an entire cake too."

"We like to wear onesies too," I said. "To just be like comfy Halloween costumes so that way we're still in the spirit of Halloween a little bit."

"It's a lot of fun though, you should definitely come along," Jamia said.

"Yeah, sounds great," he said. "It's on a Saturday too which is great because that means can just stay up all night. Besides, usually my parents like to go to birthday dinners with me but I can probably convince them to have a birthday lunch instead."

The bell rang and I sighed unhappily.

"Hey, it's okay," Jamia reassured, holding my hand. "You know which hallways to avoid and how to avoid Pete and all of them."

I nodded my head and she kissed my cheek.

"I can walk you to your next class," Frank offered. "I think mine is near yours anyways."

I nodded my head and we cleaned our stuff up, heading to class.

"You don't seem very unhappy about having to move," I remarked.

"I mean, I didn't have much to leave behind," Frank said with a small shrug. "I had a couple friends but none that were super close and our house here is nicer. I really just don't mind moving here too much."

"You're really sweet," I said.

Frank smiled at me, a sweet smile that made my worries go away.