Make way for Way

After 2 minutes of standing in awe, I got up to my locker: 221B, on the 2nd floor. It looked nothing like I expected it to. In fact, it was so different from what I expected mine to look like, that it looked REALLY DID look different from everyone else's! When I got close enough, I could see that there were signs plastered all over every inch of my locker, that was ORIGINALLY supposed to be dark blue. I read each sign: "EMO" "GAY BOY" "QUEER" and many more terrible things. I ripped them off within a split second, angrily. How the FUCK did these idiots know where my locker was? "Immature little shits," I muttered. I had finally gotten my now-dark-blue locker open on my 4th try. I grabbed my books for Math class and headed off-

right before slamming into a tall, blonde girl with brown highlights. She seemed to be really preppy, with high heels and a mini-dress. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" She sneered down at me. Rude much? "I'm going to Math class, the worst class of the day," I joked. "What do you think you're doing with MY Frankie?" She asked, rudely. "Uh... Talking to him?" I claimed, sweating profusely. "I saw what happened in the cafeteria, GERARD," Holy shit! How did she know my name? I played with the hood part of my grey hoodie. "I have to go, no-" I got cut off for the second time in a row, today. "Stay away from Frank, or you won't live to see him another day," she turned around, and sashayed off. Luckily, I got close enough to read the label on her binder: Christina Anette. "What the hell is her problem? HER Frank?" Jesus Christ, I just remembered. I get to sit next to Frank this hour. I can ask him about her, maybe he knows something? Weird.

When I got to 4th hour, it looked really artistic inside the classroom. The teacher had set up cushioned, orange couches inside the classroom, with paintings and drawings everywhere. Every painting that I looked at looked like something Van Gogh would paint. Painting is always something I'd been interested in, especially drawing. That was my one other escape from reality, besides music. "Take a seat, everybody!" The teacher clapped his hands. I had just managed to get a seat next to Frank, in the middle of the 2nd-before-last row. While the teacher, Mr. Manhoffen, rambled on about the upcoming activities, Frank and I had taken turns staring at each other. I could feel myself blush and my face turn a crimson red every time Frank glanced at me. I felt a warm sensation in the bottom of my chest, but I ignored it. 20 minutes before the end of class, Mr. Manhoffen let us have social time to get to know each other better. It seemed childish, but anything to get to talk to Frank.

For the rest of the time, Frank and I had spoken about each other. You know, our interests and stuff like that. I also found out Frank was in a band, My Chemical Romance. They broke up some time ago, due to musical differences. "So, Gerard. I was thinking you could come over to my house after school at 5:00. I can pick you up, if you want," Frank said in that oh-so-seductive tone of his. "Really, Frank? That's awesome. I need to get away from home for a bit. Thanks!" I stammered on my words. Frank? Inviting ME? Wow. "Alright, pick you up at 5:00!" Was that.... Lust in his eye? I shrugged it off. As if planned, the bell rang and we all trudged through the hallways, moving towards the end of the school day.

Notes

Okay, hope this one is a bit more interesting. I need to get more practice at writing fan-fiction xD After I'm finished with this one I will probably do something more interesting. Like it so far? ^-^