More Than Just Curious

Frank’s P.O.V

I stared at the white board in my algebra class, the fourth period of the day. I couldn’t help but glance at the clock and watch as the seconds slowly ticked by. I began to become agitated, just wishing that the day would finally end and I would be able to get out of this hell hole. The final bell rung, signaling that class has now began. I sighed and took out my notebook, beginning to draw random things on it as the teacher started class.

“Okay class, today is a free day. You can use it to start on your chapter one review essay or catch up on missing assignments. But this period will be used for algebra uses only, which means you can start on the homework that you have tonight, look up on the board for the details.” Mrs. Lee said, waving us of to work on our own for the day.

I decided against doing any of the algebra and just sit here all class period and doodle on my notebook. I’m the type of kid that doesn’t care about his grades, and that’s going to ruin me at the end of the year. I sighed looking up, to see that everyone had their books out and were intently working on the assignment.

I looked over to the clock and sighed once more, realizing that only five minutes have passed. I raised my hand suddenly having the urge to use the restroom. Mrs. Lee came over, walking in her short skirt and V-neck that showed off her very fake boobs. Every school had one, the fake tan, fake nails, fake breasts, fake hair, just the fake teacher.
“What do you need Mr. Iero?” she asked, bending over so that her large breasts were almost falling out of the top of her shirt.

“Can I use the restroom?” I asked her, not really needing to go, just wanting to get out of there. She nodded her head, tapping her fake zebra stripped nails on my desk.

I practically jumped up out of my chair and walked hurriedly towards the door. I hated that classroom and that fake ass teacher. I don’t even know why the school hired someone like her. She wasn’t a good teacher in the first place.

I made my way out into the hall and looked around, waiting to see if anyone was out there. Once I had the go, I sprinted down the hall and into the restroom, opening the door and hoping that no one was in there. But apparently, hope wasn’t on my side.

There was Tom, standing there, the guy that had beaten me up that first day of school. He looked up from washing his hand and glared at me through the mirror, before smirking evilly.

“Long time no see!” he shouted, turning around after turning off the tap. He smiled a devious smile at me before taking a step closer to me.

“How have things been treating you Fag? You and your little boy toy break up yet?” he spat at me.

I chose to try and ignore him. I walked over to the first stall and began to close it until it was brought back with so much more force.

“What do you think that you’re doing faggot? I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Seems like you want to be taught a lesson.” He sneered at me. I shook my head.

“I was never dating Gerard in the first place and I’ve been just fine and dandy, and yourself?” I asked him sarcastically. He shook his head and laughed at me.

“I have been just great, but you know I haven’t beaten anyone up in such a long time Franklin, I’m getting kind of anxious.” He told me. I froze.

I couldn’t help but think back to that day, the day that I had single handing killed the girl that I loved.

“Pull the trigger Frank,” the man in black said, keeping my feet tied up and the duct tape draped roughly over my mouth. I shook my head no, my eyes pleading for him not to make me do it.

“Franklin, don’t shoot! Please baby, don’t shoot!” Bella shouted as the tears fell from her face, those agonizing tears. I closed my eyes and let out pleas for help that were muffled from the duct tape.

“It’s your life or hers Frank, shoot her now,” the other man screamed at me. The time ticking by ever so slowly.

I closed my eyes, wanting all of this to disappear, to be some messed up dream or some cruel joke. But I knew that this was real, this was really happening. The tires squealed in protest as we drove fast, down the slick and icy road.

“Shoot her,” the first man demanded, sounding completely agitated. I shook my head no once more in resistance.

The tires of the van squealed once more and I felt the ride go from smooth to rough, this time I couldn’t help but scream as I felt the vehicle hit something, instantly making me pull the trigger on the gun. I screamed as I heard the loud bang echo throughout the van, everything else going completely silent.

“No!” I screamed, trying to make myself go forward, to go to her aid. Bella lay there, crumbled on the floor of the van. I felt my feet become untied and the duct tape being ripped off my mouth.

I fell forward, crying as I crawled my way over to Bella, grabbing her chilled hands in mine. I let the tears fall as I watched her glassy eyes follow my every move. Her blood making a trail down the back of the van, seeping into my clothes.

“F-Franklin, I-I l-love y-you,” she stuttered, losing her breath. I cried and bent down to place a gentle last kiss on her lips.

“I love y-you too Bell,” I told her sobbing, I watched as she smiled at me, her eyes never leaving mine as her life was taken away from her.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me Franklin again you worthless piece of shit!” I screamed at Tom, walking over to him closing the distance between us as my fist collided with his nose. I heard a sickening crack as he grabbed onto his nose, the blood dripping down onto the tile floor.

I punched him again, this time in the gut as I made him double over in pain. I was nowhere near done with him yet. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, throwing it against the bathroom stall door. He screamed as I flung him onto the floor, kicking him any place that I could see. I felt something take over me, something that I couldn’t stop as I kept on kicking him, blocking out his cries for me to stop.

I bent down to his level and spit directly in his face. The saliva mixing in with his own blood. He looked up at me like I was crazy, but I guess I was.

“Never call me that again, and you better leave me alone, or next time I just might not be able to stop myself.” I spat at him, standing up and walking over to the sink.

I washed my hands hurriedly and looked at him through the mirror, his body crumbled up on the bathroom floor in pain. I walked back over to the door and looked back at him once more before walking out and smiling to myself, now completely satisfied.