I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay.

GERARD.

Brendon and I made our way into the main hall once more, my eyes scanning over the room now holding more kids from our music class, the other music class and some from the art classes, I assume. Some were up on the stage, standing or sitting up there whilst others were by the windows, or sitting on the floor in front of the stage, some people I had never seen in my whole life to the far right of the room.

Brendon searched the room real quick before making his way over to the stage, closer to the podium with two microphones and a group of our friends, Patrick grinning and waving us over eagerly before continuing his conversation with Andy, smiling when I sat down on the floor beside his feet with my back leaning up against the stage.

I kept a look out, mainly for Frank's return from the toilet, but I also kept a look out for anyone that was watching Frank, or watching me and trying two put two and two together.

When Frank had successfully gotten back into the hall without Brendon noticing where he had come out from, a sigh of relief left me, calm washed over me as I watched Frank starting to talk to another teacher from another school happily, making her smile and laugh a little. Then making the fire in my stomach flare up and glare at the woman that placed her hand on Frank's arm.

"You look like you could use a hand job."

I whipped my head to my new found friend, watching the boy sit down beside me as he laughed at the glare I shot him, turning back to watch Frank excuse himself from the woman and make his way over to our group, the biggest smile on his face as he did so, "Shouldn't you be giving Alex a hand job instead of offering me one?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest angrily.

Jack laughed and slung an arm around my shoulders, neither of us explaining to Brendon and Patrick as to why we seemed like the best of friends in such a short time frame, "Hey, don't take this out on my hand jobs because you aren't getting any."

I rolled my eyes and slumped further down against the stage, leaning into Jack's side and pouting up at Brendon hoping for his comfort but he seemed too busy being friends with Dallon and some other guy I don't exactly remember to pay attention to me being childish, "What's the worst that I can say right now? You're stuck here with me and Frank wasn't paying much attention to you two seconds ago."

"I'm not sure whether you really are my friend now or you're just pretending to be a really nice guy because Alex is watching us right now and you're actually still bullying me." Jack rolled his eyes at me and looked up at Frank standing in front of us, facing the stage and waiting for silence, everyone stopping their conversations one at a time until no one was talking and we were all waiting on Frank to instruct us.

"As it's the weekend, none of us expect you to do any work today or tomorrow. Of course, you are allowed to do bits of work if you really want to, but as I said it's not compulsory for you to complete any work today." Frank took a pause in his speech, looking somewhere in my direction, before continuing. I, like many others in this hall, blocked out what Frank had to say, my eyes starting to wander around the room, mainly at the other people.

To think I had friends in this hall was great. I had Brendon, Patrick, Dallon, Spencer, I had Joe, Andy, I now had Jack I assume, I feel like I could get along with Alex, too. I had Frank. Back at school I had Cassie, some of the people from her friendship group and Mikey, I never really expected to have more friends than Mikey and the others from the band.

I never really considered any of Tom's friends as my own, none of them liked me much because I was the fucking loser and they were those really popular kids that are all apart of that clique that everyone is jealous of and hated but was too scared of what would happen if anyone voiced those thoughts out loud to anyone out of their own group.

None of them considered me as their friend, they all put up with me because I had become Tom's new toy, I had become his new sex buddy for the time being, so they had to behave until he dropped me, that is when they were free to actually take the piss out of me and tell me what it was that they actually thought of me.

"Gerard! Can you fucking get the fuck up and be nice and join your friends."

I slapped Jack's hand away from me and pout as I stood up with the help that Jack gave me and sending a fleeting glance over to Frank before walking towards the main door, Jack beside me with our company walking right behind us, "Why are you mad at him? What did he do?"

I rolled my eyes and exited the building and headed towards the place that Brendon, Patrick, Joe, Andy and I were hanging out yesterday, just this time with Jack, Dallon, Spencer, that kid I didn't actually know and Alex tagging along. It was nice, the feeling of having friends and having people to hang with and having a new specific place for us to go, even if the place is a temporary place for us.

"Hey, Gerard!" There were footsteps louder than the rest, a little quicker than everyone else's. It definitely told me it was somewhat urgent, and it was also Frank, "Gee, you have to talk to him. Tell him what pissed you off, please? Contrary to popular belief, I do actually think you guys make a cute couple, and I only found out early hours of this morning please don't crush my hopes."

I laughed a little, shaking my head at Jack's stupidity and patted him on his shoulder, "Calm down, alright? I'm not mad at him enough to make me stop talking to him completely, Jesus. You can continue imagining what happens later, I'll go talk to him." I stopped walking, watching Alex as he took my place beside Jack, Brendon seeming to hang back too as Frank caught up to me.

"Bren, please go on ahead."

"I guessed there was something up with you, I didn't think it was to do with this. I wanna hear what it is that is said between you guys." Brendon looked pretty excited and started bouncing on the balls of his feet as Frank finally got up to us, Brendon obviously wanting to hear the gossip that's going down, "You alright, Gee? You looked like you were pissed off back in the hall?"

"Of course I'm good. Why wouldn't I be?" I didn't look at Frank but instead I looked down at the ground, feeling bad that I was acting like a dick to Frank about something so irrelevant. Brendon picked up on just how tense it was between us and stopped a snort of laughter that was threatening to bubble over, "Alright guys, I'll let you both fight this out whilst I go and talk to Dallon."

Brendon got away from us as quickly as he could, not even giving me the chance to even try and stop him from leaving me, not giving me a chance to say goodbye before I was left behind with Frank, "What happened? Why did you get so pissed off?"

"No reason, ignore it."

"Was it something Jack had said?"

"No, leave it, Frank."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be upset by Jack and for you to not even tell-"

"Fucking hell, Frank! I said it wasn't anything that Jack said! I told you to leave it alone! I'm fine, just leave it! Please!" Frank lapsed into a silence once more, biting on his bottom lip as his eyes diverted themselves straight to the ground, the man looking so sorry for himself for me yelling at him, "I was only trying to help out, Gee."

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, noticing that Frank and I were heading in another direction than what the main group had gone but didn't say anything and neither did Frank, "Calm down Frank, I'm not seven anymore. I can handle a few comments from Jack by myself." Frank opened his mouth as to say something but quickly shut it, knowing what he was going to say was going to offend me.

Instead, Frank kept quiet for a moment, shoving a hand into his jean pocket and trying to slide something out as we got to the outskirts of the trees just behind a load of cabins, blocking us away from anyone's view of us. I watched Frank as he then produced a twenty box of cigarettes and a lighter with a gleeful grin.

"You know just how to make me happy." I grinned, following Frank a little further into the forest before we found a space to sit down, far enough into the trees that no one would be able to see us, but close enough to the edge so that we still had the cabins in view, just in case anything happened.

Frank pulled out two cigarettes, handing me one and putting his own between his lips, lighting it up before holding the lighter closer to the end of mine and lighting it up for me.

We sat in silence together, deep inhales heard about every twenty seconds, the exhaling heard five seconds after the inhaling, after we were sure the sensation of every deep breath in had effected our lungs and our brain cells.

Frank finished his cigarette before I did, both of us having two minutes of breathing in clean, somewhat non-intoxicated air, chemicals within the cigarettes making the air we now breathed in so much more purer than it was before. After those two minutes of taking in the cleanliness of the breathing air, Frank brought out two more, lighting mine first this time with a smile to my mumbled thank you, looking down at the lighter's flame as he brought it up to the end of his cigarette.

"This is fun."

Frank made a sound of approval with a nod, obviously agreeing with me but too busy with his suicide stick to pay me full attention.

"We should do it again."

That, that was definitely something I could agree with Frank on.