he's Nervously tugging on his school jacket, Frank stood outside smoking a cigarette, waiting for you. He didn't seem to see you, since he had his back to you. He was biting his lip, absorbed in his thoughts, occasionally whispering curses. He closed his eyes tiredly and leaned his back against the wall of the building, closing his eyes.

Frank is new, you're the only person at the school that he knows. You've been friends for a few years, bonding over your taste in music.