Things got worse as the day progressed. My first class was Algebra. Double Algebra. Just reading the words on my timetable made me want to bury my head. When I arrived at the class, half the students were already there and, of course, they had to shut up and stare at me. I walked, head down, to the front of the class, and muttered and introduction to the balding teacher. Then, I chose a desk at the back of the room and slumped into the seat. The teacher began droning about inequalities, but he didn't get very far, because the door flew open, and in walked the prick who'd hassled me earlier. Fan-bloody-tastic. I shrank farther into my seat. He strutted in and grinned at the class teacher, who was glaring at him. "Thank you for deciding to join us, Austen. Take a seat, quickly." If anything, the teacher's irritation just made Austen's mood improve. He sauntered toward a desk, but when he turned to sit, he spotted me cowering in the back. Shit. His face lit up like a kid at Christmas, and he abandoned his original desk in favour of the one beside me. I kept my face angled away from him, as if he wasnt there, and tried to focus on the lesson in progress. Unfortunately, Austen had other ideas. A few minutes in, I felt something hit my hair. I looked, and found a chewed up, soggy piece of paper stuck in my hair. Groooooosssss. I quickly found a tissue in my bag and used it to remove the paper. I glared up at Austen, who was giving me what he obviously thought was a sweet smile. I thought he looked like he had a stick shoved up his ass. Which, actually, may not be a bad idea... "What are you, four?" I hissed furiously. He continued smiling like an idiot. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the front of the class. Sadly, that was just the start. I was bombarded with spitballs for the whole two hours. Escaping that classroom was heaven. The day progressed in a similar way. Stares, whispers, jeers. I sat alone at lunch, staring at the table for an hour. My final class of the day was art. I had been looking forward to this class all day. I loved art. It was one of those subjects that I could just do, and wasn't affected by my long absence from school. I walked in a little late, thanks to my hopeless map-reading skills, and quickly explained my situation to the teacher. She was a big, bouncy woman, which large front teeth that were often visible thanks to her permanent smile. She explained that the class had begun a project. "I'm afraid you'll be a little behind, hon, but I'm sure you can catch up. In fact, if I sit you with another student, perhaps they could lend a hand every now and then..." She began scanning the room as I bit my lip. I didn't particularly want to work with another student, they tended to not like me. "A-ha! I know just the partner for you!" And she swept me over to a boy I hadn't noticed before. He wore all black, skinny jeans, converse and a Misfits t shirt. He was entirely focused on his easel, so I couldn't really see his face. It was,largely concealed by his longish black hair. He looked up at are arrival, and I almost stopped walikng. He was gorgeous. He had a defined face, all cheekbones and a pointy chin, soft pink lips, a cute pixie nose, and huge, beautiful hazel eyes that contrasted his pale skin. They were rimmed with just the right amount of liner. Wow. Oblivious to my distraction, Mrs Davies began to talk. "Krissy, this is Gerard. Gerard, I was hoping you could give Krissy gere a hand with her project, since you're so far ahead with yours." He smiled a little at her praise and replied with, Sure, Mrs D." Holy crap, that voice. If I hadn't already melted, his voice did the trick. Mrs Davies walked away, and I took the seat beside Gerard. He looked over at me, making my heartbeat stutter a little. "So," he said. "You need to theme your project around something important in your life. Any ideas?" I looked away from his eyes so I could think. Something important to me... " Do you think I could use music?" I asked. Unexpectedly, he grinned. He then turned his easel toward me, so I could see his work. I laughed out loud. His work was amazing, full of various dark colours, and music notes. Weaving in and out of it were lyrics, some I recognized from songs I knew and liked. I smiled, and he nodded at me. I then turned my attention to mapping out drafts, and we worked in silence. Toward the end of the class, Austen and a few of his buddies walked up. I hadn't noticed them in here. "Hey, look! The little emos are friends! How sweet. I didn't know soulless faggots were capable of positive emotions,"he sneered. "Or, wait, I bet it's not friendship. You planning on fucking her, Gerard?" This pissed me off. "That makes no sense, dumbass." I retorted. "I thought he was a faggot? In that case, why would he wanna fuck me?" Austen looked confused, you could practically see the words CAUTION: LOGIC flash in his eyes. He shook it off and scowled. "Shut it, emo slut. I bet the only people fucking you are necrophiliacs." I rolled my eyes. Like I'd never heard that one before. I didn't say a word, thinking he'd walk away only he didn't. He punched me. And everything went black.

Notes

Gerard is in the hooooouuuse!!! I hope I described him okay... Any comments are appreciated, I'll read them all. I really wanna know how I can improve. :) xx