you're never gonna fit in much,kid (pikey)
chapter 1
I trudged along the dark streets towards school. I know its winter,but does it have to be this dark already,in the morning? I sighed and turned on my iPod, I pressed shuffle and all of a sudden Misfits started blasting into my ears. Helena. I love this song,it always cheers me up when I'm sad. By the time I got to school Green Day,Wake Me Up When September Ends,was playing. I stuffed my headphones into the pocket of my hoodie and walked towards the main entrance. I was about to go to my first lesson when I got stopped by a bunch of chavs.
"Where are you goin then,emo kid?" Asked one of them. I mumbled something about having to hurry and rushed on,but one of them called my name.
"Mikey Way!" I turned and saw a tanned boy with black hair smirking to himself. He was in my Music
class,and I had remembered him by being the bass player. What was his name again? Patrick? Phil?
Poppy? I giggled to myself at the thought of him being called poppy.
"What's he laughin' at pete?" Demanded one of them,oh. So his name must be pete.
"I don't know! He's in my music class, I don't exactly know what he's thinking." Scowled 'pete'. He looked up and caught my eye,still scowling. The bell went,signaling that we were late. The bunch of them sighed and went to their lessons, shouting "we'll be back for you later!". I walked towards music and I could hear footsteps behind me. Shit. Music. Music with pete. I kept on walking until I got to the classroom,I walked in and Miss Jones screamed at me. She has very high expectations on punctuality,and she goes mad when you're late.
"MIKEY WAY AND PETE WENTZ,WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" She yelled,scaring half the class from their daydreams. I mumbled that I hit my head and pete had to take me to get it checked out,and pete nodded at me gratefully. I kept my eyes trained on the floor though,and shuffled to my seat. Petes face changed back to a scowl. And he sat there glaring at me for half the lesson.
"Right class,as you know,its almost the end of term. And that means an assessment!" The class groaned. "But don't worry class,because I'm going to make it fun this year!" The class groaned again. Her idea of 'fun' was staring at pictures of her cats and making comments like 'why have a social life or a boyfriend when you can have a house full of cats huh?'. Fun. She continued.
"Now,this year I'm going to partner you up with someone and you're going to make a project on different music styles! You can present it however you want!" She seemed very enthusiastic. Where's the fun part? "Now, I'll partner you up, jamia you go with lyn-z, patrick you go with andy, hayley you go with joel, ronnie you go with mark, pete you're with mikey..." She continued on,but I wasn't listening. All I was concentrated on was the furious expression on petes face.
"Okay class,now go and sit with your partners!" She said brightly,and everyone moved places. I slowly trudged over to pete,slightly scared. I carefully sat beside him. "I don't even want to be with you,you'll just do about emo wrist-slitting music that everyone hates!" He hissed down my ear. I cast a few worried glances at the teacher,but she was busy on the computer. Great. "Well I don't want to be with you either,because I hate you and you stink of B.O,so please step back out of my personal space so I can breath,thank you" I smiled at him. He looked ready to punch me. He even raised his arm before he was cut off by the teacher. "Is everything okay boys?" She asked,concerned. "No!" We both said at the same time,and we both glared at each other. "Well what's up?" She raised her eyebrows. "I don't want to be with him and he doesn't want to be with me,simple" I shrugged. She glared at me,however. "Mikey and pete,this isn't just an assessment on your music ability,but also on how you can work in a team and co-operate with other people. I'm sorry but I will not allow any changes in the partners you've been chosen to be with,I think you both need to act your age and not like stubborn 10 year olds!" She said very strictly and we both shrank beneath her gaze. "I'll be ringing both of your parents to make sure you go to eachothers houses and work on this project every day after school,do you hear me?!" We both nodded. She walked off,leaving us in silence. We stayed like that for 25 minutes exactly,until surprisingly,pete broke the silence by saying, "you can come around to mine tonight then." He scowled again. As if he was ashamed to say it. "K then. Only because I have to" I said rudely and left as the bell went. "I'll meet you outside of school at the end of 6th period" I muttered and walked away from music and towards art. I liked this lesson because I got to sit next to Ray,my best friend. "Hey mikey!" He grinned up at me and I returned with a small smile. He instantly noticed that I was in a bad mood. "What's up mikes?" He asked,sounding concerned. "Music project. I got paired up with pete wentz and now I have to go to his house." I moaned. Ugh. Pete wentz. "Not him! He got chewing gum stuck in my hair!" He sounded angry,but I laughed. He looked annoyed for a second and then joined in. But I could just picture ray with a piece of bright pink chewing gum stuck to one of his curls. "Its not that funny!" He said,after I had been laughing for 5 minutes. "It kinda is. Sorry man" I giggled and he smiled. "You better now?" He asked hopefully. "Yep,that mental image of you has made my day" I teased,and he laughed. We discussed pete wentz and his chav army for the rest of the lesson,and soon enough the bell went. As soon as he was gone I felt annoyed and angry again. Pete. Ugh. The next 4 lessons went really quickly,and soon enough it was the end of the day. And I had to go to petes. This is going to be torture. I sighed and walked out the school,towards him.
"Where are you goin then,emo kid?" Asked one of them. I mumbled something about having to hurry and rushed on,but one of them called my name.
"Mikey Way!" I turned and saw a tanned boy with black hair smirking to himself. He was in my Music
class,and I had remembered him by being the bass player. What was his name again? Patrick? Phil?
Poppy? I giggled to myself at the thought of him being called poppy.
"What's he laughin' at pete?" Demanded one of them,oh. So his name must be pete.
"I don't know! He's in my music class, I don't exactly know what he's thinking." Scowled 'pete'. He looked up and caught my eye,still scowling. The bell went,signaling that we were late. The bunch of them sighed and went to their lessons, shouting "we'll be back for you later!". I walked towards music and I could hear footsteps behind me. Shit. Music. Music with pete. I kept on walking until I got to the classroom,I walked in and Miss Jones screamed at me. She has very high expectations on punctuality,and she goes mad when you're late.
"MIKEY WAY AND PETE WENTZ,WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" She yelled,scaring half the class from their daydreams. I mumbled that I hit my head and pete had to take me to get it checked out,and pete nodded at me gratefully. I kept my eyes trained on the floor though,and shuffled to my seat. Petes face changed back to a scowl. And he sat there glaring at me for half the lesson.
"Right class,as you know,its almost the end of term. And that means an assessment!" The class groaned. "But don't worry class,because I'm going to make it fun this year!" The class groaned again. Her idea of 'fun' was staring at pictures of her cats and making comments like 'why have a social life or a boyfriend when you can have a house full of cats huh?'. Fun. She continued.
"Now,this year I'm going to partner you up with someone and you're going to make a project on different music styles! You can present it however you want!" She seemed very enthusiastic. Where's the fun part? "Now, I'll partner you up, jamia you go with lyn-z, patrick you go with andy, hayley you go with joel, ronnie you go with mark, pete you're with mikey..." She continued on,but I wasn't listening. All I was concentrated on was the furious expression on petes face.
"Okay class,now go and sit with your partners!" She said brightly,and everyone moved places. I slowly trudged over to pete,slightly scared. I carefully sat beside him. "I don't even want to be with you,you'll just do about emo wrist-slitting music that everyone hates!" He hissed down my ear. I cast a few worried glances at the teacher,but she was busy on the computer. Great. "Well I don't want to be with you either,because I hate you and you stink of B.O,so please step back out of my personal space so I can breath,thank you" I smiled at him. He looked ready to punch me. He even raised his arm before he was cut off by the teacher. "Is everything okay boys?" She asked,concerned. "No!" We both said at the same time,and we both glared at each other. "Well what's up?" She raised her eyebrows. "I don't want to be with him and he doesn't want to be with me,simple" I shrugged. She glared at me,however. "Mikey and pete,this isn't just an assessment on your music ability,but also on how you can work in a team and co-operate with other people. I'm sorry but I will not allow any changes in the partners you've been chosen to be with,I think you both need to act your age and not like stubborn 10 year olds!" She said very strictly and we both shrank beneath her gaze. "I'll be ringing both of your parents to make sure you go to eachothers houses and work on this project every day after school,do you hear me?!" We both nodded. She walked off,leaving us in silence. We stayed like that for 25 minutes exactly,until surprisingly,pete broke the silence by saying, "you can come around to mine tonight then." He scowled again. As if he was ashamed to say it. "K then. Only because I have to" I said rudely and left as the bell went. "I'll meet you outside of school at the end of 6th period" I muttered and walked away from music and towards art. I liked this lesson because I got to sit next to Ray,my best friend. "Hey mikey!" He grinned up at me and I returned with a small smile. He instantly noticed that I was in a bad mood. "What's up mikes?" He asked,sounding concerned. "Music project. I got paired up with pete wentz and now I have to go to his house." I moaned. Ugh. Pete wentz. "Not him! He got chewing gum stuck in my hair!" He sounded angry,but I laughed. He looked annoyed for a second and then joined in. But I could just picture ray with a piece of bright pink chewing gum stuck to one of his curls. "Its not that funny!" He said,after I had been laughing for 5 minutes. "It kinda is. Sorry man" I giggled and he smiled. "You better now?" He asked hopefully. "Yep,that mental image of you has made my day" I teased,and he laughed. We discussed pete wentz and his chav army for the rest of the lesson,and soon enough the bell went. As soon as he was gone I felt annoyed and angry again. Pete. Ugh. The next 4 lessons went really quickly,and soon enough it was the end of the day. And I had to go to petes. This is going to be torture. I sighed and walked out the school,towards him.
10/6/13