Franks' POV

"Oskar!" I shouted across the garden to my dog. I heard a bark and then he ran over, and I knelt down, feeding the piece of chicken to him. I sat on the grass and he laid next to me, so I stroked him for a while. It was nice out here, it wasn't often that I really left the house but I loved to sit in the garden with him. My dog was my best friend. Sad, I know. But true.

"Yeah! I'll clear the garage out and we can start moving the drums and stuff in there for the band" I heard, from over the fence. Fucking great. I realised who the voice belonged to instantly - my incredibly obnoxious and popular neighbour, Gerard. He clearly had friends round and I heard about the drums and the garage, sighing. The nearest part of my house to his garage was my bedroom, meaning it would be all I would hear. If he woke me up, I would break his fucking face.

Gerard had moved here about 4 years ago, and it was one of the worst things to happen to me in my life. They had seemed nice at first and me and Gerard had even hung round together for a couple of months without our families even knowing as we always went to the park, and we became best friends. Then that had been it, every day one of us was round the other's house. This was before people from school started liking him and then he became popular. That's when he ditched me. Left me behind like I was nothing, and joined the popular kids. The ones that bullied me. He didn't though, as he had managed to win people over by pretending to be nice to everyone so they all thought he was the coolest and nicest guy on earth. I knew differently though, after all he had done to me. When his friends were beating me up he would either just completely ignore it, or sit there and watch with not a hint of emotion in his face. The first time they beat me up, I looked to him and screamed for him to help. That's when I knew that I had really been betrayed, as he just stared and then turned and walked away, leaving me there. I haven't spoken a word to him since. I'd give anything to move away. I had begged so many times but both my mother and father had very stable jobs, and it was too close to my exams to change schools. So I was stuck living next to mr perfect whether I liked it or not. Fun.

I tried to listen to the voices, but I couldn't hear the regular ones that belonged to his jock friends. Instead, I could hear other guys. I could recognise a couple of the voices but not place the names.

"Ok guys come in and I'll show you what I've been practicing on bass" Another voice said. I recognised that one, it was Gerard's little brother, Mikey. Both Gerard and I were 16 and Mikey was 14. I heard them all walk back into their house and the door shut. At least I didn't have to listen to their voices any longer.

It was a sunday evening and I went inside to get some food and then shouted to my mom that I was going to bed. I went back into my room and lay on my bed, looking around me at the posters covering every inch of my wall and ceiling. I knew that the walls underneath these were black, and my carpet was a dark red. Most of the time I left the blinds down with the window shut, so it was always dark and quite hot in here. I yawned, picking up one of my favourite comics and reading it for a while before getting bored and deciding to just sleep. I didn't bother to change out of my clothes, I just fell asleep where I was.

I woke up in the morning with my face on the floor. I had fallen off my bed in my sleep. Again. I sighed, getting up and changing my clothes to some ripped black jeans and a misfits top, with my black converse. I looked in my mirror, first removing the remains of the makeup I hadn't bothered to take off last night, and then putting on new eyeliner. You might say makeup is a girl thing, but it had just become part of my appearance. No matter how much I got bullied for it, I wasn't going to change who I was. I looked at the lip ring I had on the right side of my mouth. I really liked it, it suited me. I got it about a year ago when I was dared to by this guy in my group. I do have friends you see, but we're not all that close, we just have eachother there for strength in numbers and all of that. I wouldn't trust them with my secrets, but they're alright for when I want a cigarette or just to chat for a while. I wish I had a best friend, but maybe I never will.

After drinking a quick coffee, checking I had the right books and realising that I hadn't done any of my homework (oh well), I left my house and walked to school. I always made sure to arrive on time so that I could sit at the back and wouldn't have to walk in late infront of anyone. The truth was, I just hated people. I would do so much better on my own.

The day passed and it came to the lesson before lunch, maths. I hated maths more than anything, but then again, I hated most subjects. The only ones I really liked were music, art and science because I was fairly good at them, and in science you could mix a load of stuff together to see if it exploded, although most times this resulted in me receiving a detention.

I sat at my desk in the back left corner and began doodling on the cover of my maths book while the rest of the class started to pile in. I looked up and noticed that none of Gerard (who was unfortunately in nearly all of my classes) and his friends were in the room. I knew they were either skiving or late. It appeared to be the latter as 20 minutes into the lesson they all appeared at the door. SHIT! I thought, as I realised one of the only spaces left in the room was right next to me on the row I was on. That meant I'd be stuck with one of the jocks constantly pissing me off for the rest of the lesson. Ah crap. I watched them carefully from behind my hair, trying to spot who was walking towards my seat. I couldn't see anyone coming this way, and for a second thought I had made a lucky escape. The chair made a noise as it was pulled from under the table next to me that made me jump a mile, and I looked to the side to see the worst.

Gerard looked back at me and smiled a little (cocky bastard), then looked back down to his leather jacket, pulling a pencil from the pocket. The teacher threw his book towards him and he caught it in one hand, dropping it onto the desk infront of him. I rolled my eyes and carried on drawing. I was drawing some sort of creature, fluffy in some places and with spikes all over its back. It looked like a weird tiger thing. I could feel Gerard's eyes on me and it made me really uncomfortable, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I carried on drawing. After a while I realised something was missing from the drawing. I tried adding wings which looked good, but it wasn't what I was looking for. This had taken me nearly all lesson and I had just a couple of minutes left to think what to add. I sighed, staring at it.

I heard the teacher say that it was time to pack our things away as the bell was about to ring, but I didn't move, as I always left the classroom after everyone else to avoid being confronted. I saw from the corner of my eye Gerard stand, putting the pencil back in his pocket and tucking in his chair. His arms went back onto the table and he started leaning down towards me, oh god. I looked away again, staring at the drawing incase he had seen me looking at him. What was he going to do? Shout at me like all of his friends? His face was really close to the side of me as he leant down to my ear.

"Add fangs to that, make it a vampire thing, it will look good" he said quietly to me, and then stood, starting to walk away. I watched him go, turning back to look at me once more as he was in the doorway, smiling smugly again. So he gave me advice on my drawing? He was acting nice? I knew straight away that this wasn't the case and he was just trying to annoy me. I would've preferred it if he had just punched me, like all of his friends did. But the more I stared at my drawing, I realised that the fang idea seemed to be exactly what I was looking for. I added them and looked at it again. It looked amazing. Fuck him.