plotted with @juliegion.
"fuck, jules. way to sneak up on a guy."
his tone harsher than usual; he doesn't want to see her. more specifically, doesn't want her to see him like this. his lip's still bleeding sluggishly from where trevor hit him, and his face stings all over.
frank's never thought about killing someone before, not really. now, he thinks about how it might have gone if trevor hadn't had the whole fucking basketball team backing him up. how frank could have gotten him on the ground, kicked him in the face, broken his nose. gotten his hands around that muscle-fat neck and squeezed --
frank shifts away from the opened window, like it'd make a difference in her seeing how badly her shitbag boyfriend fucked him up. his voice comes out rusty, harsh from overuse. "what do you want?"
