You're someone you're not

It was fucking uncomfortable to walk out of my bedroom the day after the dream and face my family members. What if they could read something on my face and call me out on it. I was already feeling guilty and pervish but mikey sitting across the table from me and watching me with a knowing smirk as I tried to eat my breakfast did not help. Which happened to consist of cereal and a fucking banana. I could tell mikey was trying not to laugh. While I was trying not to punch him in the face.
And to top things off it was my first day of school at some fucking prep school my mom got us into.
aaaannnnddddd today was the day of my second art class. But a least I had a plan for that. I was going to ditch and go into one of the shops around the area for the time I was to be in class then come home. I wish I could do the same for school.
Both me and Mikey had to wear ridiculous school uniforms. Khaki pants a light blue button up for Mikey and a red button up for me topped with the school suit jacket with its logo on the front pocket. Luckily we both got in on scholarships because just the clothes alone was two months worth of heating in our apartment. Which totally sucked. Both Mikey and I said that public school would be just fine but our mother incisted.
"You look ridiculous " I commented as Mikey exited his closet room. He tried to spice things up with a dark blue tie to match the dark blue coat but it didn't work. And he'd grown since we bought his clothes so his pants looked like fludders already, revealing a patch of skin right above his Spider-Man socks and green chucks.
"You don't look so great yourself," He snorted. I looked over myself another time. Sure my hair was greasy and I had dark circles under my eyes due to the partying I did with Frank but at least my clothes fit.
We told our ma we were leaving and set off for school which was only a few blocks from our apartment. It was ten minutes before the first bell which barely gave us enough time to get our schedule and get to our first class. It was a relatively small school so we found to front office farley quickly.
"Oh the Way brothers we've been expecting you," The fat lady behind the counter grinned. Uh creepy. "Usaully our new students come in earlier"
I restained from yelling 'what the fuck does that mean?!' In her face and grabbed my shcedule. I asked a cute sophomore girl where the class was and walked into my first class, math, with barely a minute to spare. All eyes were on me.
"You must be Gerard, right?" A man who reminded me of Jabba the hut said an introduced me to the class then said I could pick my seat. I choose one near the window in the back. The teacher looked at me like I'd made a grave mistake. I just shrugged down in my seat and pushed an earbud in the ear facing away from the teacher. I was zoning out scribbling some doodles mixed with notes when I heard a psst next to me. I looked over pulling out my music. A girl with dark brown hair was looked at me. She looked strangely familiar.
"Gerard?" She said like we used to be best friends and fell out then saw each other on the street.
"Yeah?" I said boredly.
"You don't remember me?" She smirked. I couldn't have slept with her or anything I'd remember. And yet there she was asking if I remembered her.
"No I'm sorry" I whispered not wanted the teacher to look over.
"Frank brought you to the manor party I'm Christa-" She started I blushed a dark red remembering how drunk i'd gotten.
"Jesus christa hey I didn't know you went here" I ran my hand through my hair.
"Like wise" She smirked again.
"What?" I frowned at her smugness.
"oh nothing" She tried to turn away.
"Seriously what?" I said sternly.
"You're shagging the first son" She almost giggled. I blushed so red. I probably looked like a tomato.
"I am not! We aren't- I mean we aren't even dating. We are just friends" I sputtered.
"Is that so? Well he did take you to a manor party which through my expierence of knowing Frank means he's either already fucking you or is planning on it. Manor parties are very exclusive you know. Also you are invited to the upcoming one but no inviting anyone other than Frank" she said.
"Um okay" I shrugged. Great now I'm not going to stop thinking about that. I wonder is she is is just messing with me.
"Gerard I see you've met Christa. As our school incourages new students to make friends I would hope it's not during my class time," The teacher grumbled at us.
The day was super boring with only having one class with Christa and lunch in which I introduced Mikey to her because he didn't make any friends of his own.
Towards the end of the day the sun came out so when me and Mikey were walking home it was nice. Just a little breeze. And everything was pretty good. Then I realized I had to go to art class after I got home. Which made me feel like a angsty teenager again. I shoved my earbuds in filling my brain with the howls of the misfits.

Notes

I kinda don't like this chapter it's just kinda a filler of sorts. Cuz Yknow they have to go to school at one point. So yeah. I'm sure there's spelling and grammar issues in there somewhere.