I shut my locker door, turning and seeing a familiar face hopping up to me. I turned to walk away but he had already caught up.

"Hi, d--Frankie!" Gerard chirped.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He asked in confusion. "I just wanna know if you wanted to do something later."

"No," I denied as though the idea was ridiculous.

"Why not?" He pouted. "You're my boyfriend."

My eyes widened for a moment as I stared at him in shock, wondering if he was joking or not.

"No, you're most certainly not my boyfriend," I stated.

"B-but we kissed," Gee said, furrowing his eyebrows in bewilderment. "In the movies whenever the boy kisses the girl that means they're dating and they live happily ever after."

"Well news flash, Gee, life isn't a fucking fairytale," I spat. "Just because I got us off doesn't mean we're dating. I was just horny and you happened to be there, that's it. I don't date people. Hell, I have sex with a lot of people, doesn't mean I'm dating all of them."

"But..." Gerard trailed off. "But you said I was pretty."

"Yeah, it's easy to get into someone's pants when you compliment them," I stated.

"But you sounded so genuine," Gerard said. "I was told that people don't kiss people unless it means something."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the waist of some random girl who was walking past. I pressed my lips against hers, giving her a chaste kiss. I pulled away and she looked slightly dazed as she walked away. I turned to Gee, seeing his lip quivering and his eyes watering.

"B-but--"

"But nothing," I interrupted. "You're just something to get off to. You don't really think you actually mean something, do you? You're not important to me, you're nothing."

Gerard cried, turning around and running away. I rolled my eyes, turning and walking towards my first hour. I sat at my seat in math class near the back, just wanting to leave again. I felt slightly guilty about Gerard but I pushed those thoughts aside and attempted to focus on the board in front of me. And soon pushing Gee away became easier. After all, I have a lot of practice with that.

I finished the class, heading down to the locker rooms. Brendon was already, taking off his shirt to change into his gym clothes. Luckily, the fields were still muddy from the rain so we didn't have to play sports outside. I didn't say anything as I opened the locker that was next to Brendon's.

"Dude, have you seen what Jamia is wearing today?" He asked. "That skirt is so short you can practically see her whole ass."

I pulled off my shirt, tossing it into the metal box and fiddling with my belt.

"What's wrong with you?" Brendon asked.

"You never picked me up on Saturday, I waited for you in the downpour outside but you never came so I had to walk all the way home," I stated.

"In my defense, I was on my way to grab you when I got a booty call," Brendon said. "Come on, you should be proud of me."

"You let me down," I muttered.

"Don't be such a wuss," he said.

I didn't say anything, changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The locker rooms were more filled by now as we all started to change. I noticed Gee nervously looking around, seeming to hesitate in taking off his clothes. I shut my locker after stuffing my clothes inside then sat on a bench as I waited for other people to finish.

"You guys left me behind at the Way's," I said.

"Hey, it's better that only you got caught rather than more of us," Brendon said. "You didn't rat us out, did you?"

"No, I didn't," I stated. "But I had to clean up everything and I have to work to pay off the window."

"Sucks for you," Brendon said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes as we walked out through the door that connects to the gym. Coach Carlson was waiting for us with a basketball in his hand. The girls were also starting to stream out of their own locker room. We all filed into a line as we waited for everyone to come out. Coach began numbering us off for the teams. He had just finished when Gee came hurrying out of the locker room in a pink t-shirt and a pair of grey girls athletic shorts.

"You're late," Coach stated.

"S-sorry," Gee muttered, his cheeks bright red.

"You're on jerseys," he said, tossing Gee a thin, mesh red jersey.

"B-but this doesn't match my outfit," Gerard complained.

"Deal with it," Coach said. "Rest of you on Gee's team grab a jersey."

I walked forward, grabbing a jersey. Brendon wasn't on my team as he went to the other half of the gym.

"Remember five per team at a time, choose who that is starting," Coach said.

We were on the court, picking five people to play while  the other six sat sidelines. After a while, I was forced onto the court for my turn to play. Gerard had already been on the court for five minutes and he looked completely distressed. I tried to keep up but I'm really not one for sports at all. Brendon was also on the court but he was much better at sports than I was. I watched as he dribbled the ball towards the net, pushing Gee out of the way and onto the ground.

"Hey!" The coach called, blowing his whistle. "Urie, what the hell was that for?"

"No, sir, that wasn't my fault," Brendon said. "That was Gee himself."

"Gee, did he push you?" Coach asked, helping Gee to his feet.

Brendon gave Gerard a scathing look from over the coach's shoulder. The small boy shook slightly, looking worried.

"I-it was my fault," Gee stuttered. "I bumped into him."

Coach Carlson nodded, blowing his whistle again and making Gerard jump.

"Start back up again," he said.

By the time class was over, we were all sweating and gross. The majority of the class were freshman, seeing as this was usually a freshman class, but there were people of other grades in here as well. The freshman are still new and still get very flustered about showers but they didn't seem to be the only ones. Gee was also standing nervously, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.

The shower rooms are very open to say the least. It was basically a large section of the locker room that had all tile floors and tile walls. On the walls were shower heads, spread out about two feet apart along the walls. There were about twenty in total, ten on one wall and five on the other two, the fourth wall had the entrance so no shower walls were placed there.

"You have to get in there and shower," coach said to Gee.

"But my makeup will get ruined," Gee complained.

"Get in there, new kid," Coach Carlson said.

Gee blushed, nervously beginning to strip off his clothes. Coach Carlson went into his connecting office, shutting the door behind him. I ran my fingers through my hair under the water, getting rid of the sticky feeling. Gerard stepped under a torrent of water, jumping back with a squeak from the shock of how cold it was. Some of the other guys snickered at him.

"Get used to it, rich boy," Brendon said. "Actually, Frankie here said you and Mikey were brothers. Well, isn't that a treat."

Gee gave me a glance before looking down again. My eyes grazed over his body but I pushed any thoughts away. His pale skin that would be so easy to mark, his chubby thighs that could be wrapped around my waist as I fucked him. But, again, I pushed those aside. I really didn't want to pop a boner in front of everyone. I finished up my showering as quick as possible, wrapping a towel around my waist.

"Wanna hang out after school?" Brendon asked.

"Can't, I'm busy," I stated.

"Doing what?" He asked. "C'mon, what's better than hanging out with me?"

"I still have to fix your mess," I stated.

"Actually, that's Pete's fault for breaking the window," Brendon defended. "Just ditch out on him, come hang out with us. Or better yet, just write a check and get it over with."

"Not every has rich parents they can just mooch off of," I muttered.

"Goddamn are you PMSing or something because you are acting really bitchy today," Brendon said.

"I just need a smoke," I lied. "I think I'm gonna skip the rest of the day."

Brendon rolled his eyes but I merely ignored him as I got dressed. I shoved my dirty clothes in my gym bag and my bag in my locker before shutting the door and sticking the lock on it. I grabbed my bag and headed out of the locker room, ignoring the fact that the bell hasn't rung yet. I went through one of the side doors that weren't watched by hall monitors. I swear, the monitors at this school treat this place more like Alcatraz than high school. Although, sometimes this place does feel like a prison.

I walked through the parking lot to my car, getting in and lighting a cigarette. I drove off, heading who knows where but I didn't really care because it's better than being here. Because 'here' is something of a hell. It's a nightmare that I can never seem to escape as I wake up day in and day out to. Here is awful, a place where I'mm bombarded with bad memories and even worse feelings. But it's okay because if I just ignore my problems then I don't have to deal with them, right?

I blew out the smoke, turning around the corner. I looked out the window, seeing the small shops that I passed by. People milled around town, workers and children who were too young to be in school. They didn't seem to mind being here, they don't seem to notice the underlying despair in this town. Because this town is about as cliché as it can get. The rich family with the kids who get bullied and the boy with the secretly dying mother with the asshole friends. But, in the end, none of that matters, because cliché or not, this is my life.