Frikey. Part 6.

Frank and I spent a lot of time together the next day. We talked to each other during the lessons we had, we walked each other to their class if we didn't have the same lesson and at lunch Frank and I sat in the cafeteria together. A loud coughing came from behind us as we leaned into the kiss at lunchtime. Surprise! It was Mark.

"What the fuck do you want?" Frank said slamming his fist on the table.

"Nothing." Mark answered hurriedly. He looked a bit embarrassed when he turned round, even… blushing? I ignored it and got back to Frank.

After lunch it was PE. PE was definitely one of my least favourite subjects. It just a competition between which boy was the strongest which determined who was more popular, got more girls and was the coolest. Frank and I sat in a corner just talking, no one noticed us, no one told us to anything, and no one cared.

"Fuck PE, man." Frank spat.

"Yeah, it sucks." I joined in with equal bitterness.

"It's just a fucking popularity contest, that's all." He paused. "Pathetic, really." He muttered with added distain.

"And no one's even turned a head in our direction."

"They don't know what they're missing." Frank whispered at me and licked my cheek. I pushed him playfully.

"Fags!" A group of boys shouted at us whilst laughing at us. As surprising as it was Mark was not leading the gang, in fact he frowned at them. Frank and I sighed.

"Look at Mark," I pointed at him, "he's frowning at them. Maybe he's changed." I suggested.

"Meh, maybe but I don't think so." Frank shrugged. We talked for the whole hour and went back to the changing room, Frank had to hurry because he had to get home quickly. I, however, took my time and Frank rushed off quickly.

"Hey…Way." Someone whispered at me, I turned around to see Mark.

"What is it, Mark?" I was getting tired of seeing him all the time.

"Can I talked to you after the bell?" He whispered again.

"Uh…."

"Please, it'll only take a minute and I'm not gonna hurt you……..I promise."

"Fine." I sighed getting back to what I was doing. The bell rang and everyone was out of the room at that point. I had my bag on my back and was ready to go.

"Well, what is it?" I was pretty impatient.

"Are you and Frank dating?" He asked immediately. I held my breath not wanting to say a sound but then I realised I was being stupid. What was I doing? I wasn't ashamed of Frank, not one bit. So what if this guy beats the shit out of me? I'm in love, he isn't, and that's more than he'll ever have.

"Yes, yes we are." I announced smiling proudly.

"Oh, well you know what I said about not hurting you? Disregard that." He was walking towards me very slowly a smirk emerging on his face. I braced myself ready for the impact of his hand and my face.

Then time stopped, he hadn't punched me. But why was all I could see black? My eyes were closed so I opened them, by vision blurred by a face. That's when I felt the rough lips to mine. They weren't Frank's lips, Frank's lips were softer and much nicer to kiss. So who's do they belong to? I pulled away instantly to see Mark. I couldn't stop my mouth for dropping.

"Pulling away? Well, you won't be doing that again." He slapped me on the back hard as he walked past me and I cringed. Why had he done that? To get back at me? To piss off Frank? No, Frank wasn't even there so there was no point. Did he really like me?