Haha so this was made by my friend QueerAndHere_ and honestly it's just perfect

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Sometimes it was comical being it my school, it was like a scene straight out of Mean Girls, it even included the plastics and the jocks. With the hierarchy of social royals that beat on others to the little food at the bottom.

I was that little food at the bottom.

I shrieked as Pete and Brendon picked me up, turning me over in the air. I was dropped into the trash can, kicking my legs as they laughed.

"Hey! Don't touch him!" Frank shouted.

He picked me up and rubbed my back gently.

"What are you? His gay boyfriend?" Pete asked.

"No," Frank denied. "You just shouldn't fucking touch him."

"Frank," I whispered. "Stop, it's okay."

"No it's not," Frank denied.

He shoved Pete and I gasped. What was he doing?!

"Stop," I begged.

I managed to pull Frank away into a bathroom and brought him to the biggest stall, locking the door.

"Frank, stop trying to pick fights with them," I said. "It's no fucking use, they basically control the whole school. Just let them beat on me."

"You've gotta be fucking crazy if you would think I would do that," Frank said. "I'd protect you no matter what."

I sighed, shaking my head.

"Frank, stop trying to defend me, you're only making this harder on yourself," I said.

"I don't care," he said. "I'd protect you no matter what."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Anyways, tomorrow's birthday," he said. "You wanna come over before Jamia and I both go to your house?"

I nodded my head and he smiled.

"Good, I can't wait to see you," he said.

"You already see me everyday," I said.

"Correction: I can't wait to see you naked in my sheets," he said.

I blushed and he snickered at me.

"I just can't help it, you're so pretty," he said. "It's been two weeks since the dance and I just can't get you out of my head."

I giggled and he smiled, kissing my cheek.

"I loved the way you looked laying out on my bed for me, your head tipped back and the soft moans that kept leaving your mouth," Frank mumbled. "You looked so good, baby."

I couldn't help but giggle and he gave me a kiss.

"I was probably a sweating mess with sex rash," I said.

"And you looked so fucking sexy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come on, we should get to class."

"You can't say all those things and then expect me to just want to go to class," I said.

I pressed my lips against his, pulling him close. Frank pressed me up against the wall gently as the bell for class went off.

"Baby, we should go to class," he said.

"Yeah, you can go to class," I muttered, "Or you can stay and get a blowjob."

Frank kissed me again, pressing me even tighter against the wall. I smirked, flipping us around so he was against the wall. I dropped to my knees, reaching for his belt.

Frank let me undo his belt and pull his jeans and boxers down around his thighs. I wrapped a hand around his semi-hard erection, stroking him until he was sporting a full-on boner.

"F-fuck," he muttered as I gently ran my tongue along his underside.

I took him into my mouth and I glanced up, watching the way his head tilted back and jaw dropped. I took him into my mouth, tasting the bitter precome on my tongue.

My tongue ran along his underside as I moved down on him. Frank's hand reached down to tangle in my hair and I gagged on him lightly. His hips rocked gently into my mouth and I felt drool run down my cheek.

"Shit, baby," Frank breathed out.

I jerked off what I couldn't fit into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his tip. Frank panted softly, his hand tightening in my hair. I could tell he was trying to be quiet, he kept biting his lip to try and stop the little whimpers that fell from his mouth.

"Baby, fuck, baby, shit," he panted. "God, I just wanna fuck you."

I pulled off him, kissing around the base. I stroked him slowly as his hips gently rocked forward.

"Fuck, p-please don't stop," Frank whimpered.

I smirked, taking him back into my mouth. I took him to the base, gagging as I felt the tip of my nose brush against the dark, curly hair.

Frank gasped, his hips jerking forward as his grip tightened. He came in my mouth and I swallowed, a bit of it dropping down my chin. I pulled off, licking my lips.

Frank leaned back against the wall as he caught his breath before he pulled his pants up. I stood up, smirking as I gave him a kiss.

"I was thinking that maybe I can sleep over tonight," I said. "And then tomorrow it'll official be your birthday and I can give you your present."

"Yeah? Is it anything like what we're doing right now?" Frank asked.

"It'll be even better," I whispered.

"Fuck, baby, I can't think of a better present than you sprawled out on my bed for me," he said.

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait until tomorrow," I said. "Consider this an early birthday present."

"I really don't wanna go to class but we also really should," Frank said.

"I just wanna stay here, it's peaceful," I said.

"That might be true but we still gotta go to class, baby," he said.

"Says you," I grumbled unhappily.

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I smiled.

"Come on, we'll go to class and then afterwards we can go back to my house and we'll just make out and watch movies," he said.

"That sounds perfect, honestly," I said.

"Then let's go to class," he said.

I scowled quietly before nodding. Frank put his hands in his pockets as the two of us walked to class together. We sat in the back by Jamia as the teacher ignored us.

"Oh god, please tell me you two weren't doing what I think you were doing," Jamia whispered.

"Hey, it was only a blowjob," I said quietly.

"And a fucking good one at that," Frank added.

I giggled, a soft blush rising over my cheeks. We were swiftly scolded for talking and the three of us tried to pay attention to the math class, which of course was a hard thing to do seeing as it was last period on a Friday, the day before Halloween.

The bell rang and we hurried out. Frank didn't hold my hand as we walked out, he knew how I felt about PDA and I was so thankful for that. We got to his house and he pulled me up to his bedroom.

"God, you don't know how badly I wanna kiss you," he said.

I smiled as Frank gently pressed me up against the wall, his lips colliding with mine.

"I guess I owe you for that blowjob, huh?" He asked.

"No, like I said, that was just your early birthday present," I stated.

"So, you don't want me to eat your ass out then?" He asked, his hand running over my hip.

Frank kissed along my neck as he squeezed my ass and I gasped softly. He pulled my hips against his and I let out a soft moan from the friction. I shook my head, pushing Frank away.

"As much as I would love that, I just kinda want cuddles and movies," I said.

Frank nodded and grabbed his laptop. We snuggled up in bed and Frank wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he played a movie on Netflix.

I rested my head on Frank's shoulder, smiling as I intertwined our hands. There's nothing I loved more than the feeling of his hands on me, even if it's not in a sexual way. Just the feeling of him close to me made my heart race.

"I think you might be right when you say we're fate," I said.

"Finally you believe me," he said, using a very exasperated tone.

"Hey, not every is as optimistic as you," I defended. "You can't blame me for not believing in something as quickly as you."

"I know it can be pretty hard to believe but I do believe in things that are beyond us, that are more spiritual," he said

"You're religious?" I asked and Frank nodded. "I-I never knew that about you. I guess we don't really know a lot about each other."

"Okay, tell me one fact about you that I don't know," he said.

I bit my lip. "Um...I-I..."

How is it that I suddenly became the most boring person ever?

"I'm five foot eight?" I offered.

"That's weak," Frank said.

"Okay, I, um, I like to draw," I said.

"Really? Are you any good?" Frank asked.

"Well, I'd like to think so but I'm not too sure," I said. "I mean, I'm better at things like cartoons and comics but colleges only wanna see if you can do realistic stuff, you know? So, there's not too much of a future for me there because I'm better at cartoons and abstract stuff."

"Are you planning on going to art school?" Frank asked.

"No, probably not," I said. "I've been rejected by almost every place I applied to, there's still one that I haven't heard from, though."

"Well, even if you aren't accepted there's still another chance," he said. "You can apply again, create a bigger portfolio, take drawing lessons to draw that realistic shit."

"What about you?" I asked. "Do you have college plans?"

"Yes, I've already been accepted into Rutgers University," Frank said.

"Really?" I asked and he nodded. "That's...that's a pretty nice, prestigious school. What are you majoring in?"

"Psychology," he said.

I nodded, looking down at my lap.

"And it's only about fifteen minutes away so I can still live at home too," he said. "Or, you know, we can even get our own place."

"Yeah?" I asked.

Living anywhere but home would be a blessing.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Frank confirmed.

I smiled softly, snuggling into his chest as we watched movies until we fell asleep.