Let Me Teach You A Thing Or Two

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep!

I sit straight up in my bed then look over at my alarm clock.

"OH SHIT!" I jump out of bed and trip over my own feet landing face first into old underwear. I lay there until I start to actually smell them. Gross. I slowly get up and then eventually when I get on my feet I toss the underwear in a laundry bin. I stretch out my limbs and bones. Jesus, I'm to young to feel this old. I comb my hair back with my hand and head over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Today is my first day on the job. I'm in a band called Pencey Prep but right now we are poor and need the money. We all decided to take a break to get jobs and get the mula for new equipment and stuff. I choose to teach kids how to play interments, see that way if one of them ever get famous they would look back on me and say I was the reason. No, not really but I want one of them to get famous and help save kids lives with their music. That's my dream anyway.
I get out of the shower grab a towel thats siting on the toilet and wrap it around my waste. I walk into my room as I shake my hair back and forth sort of drying it off. I stop shaking my head slowly looking up feeling dizzy. I'm an idiot.

I walk over to my closet and pull out a white button down shirt, grab a red tie, and a black vest. I close my closet and walk over to my bed. Placing down my clothes I walk over to my dresser and pull out non ripped black skinny jeans. Hey, they said I had to look nice and casual. This to me is casual.

I finish getting ready and head down stairs, my hair still damp. I run my hand through it again as I enter the kitchen. Ugh, I need coffee. This is going to be a long day, a bunch of obnoxious teens in one room almost every period. Why did I think this was a good idea? I look at my oven clock and almost choke on my coffee. Coughing to death I grab my folder full of papers, keys, and head out the door. Shut the door behind me and sprint over to my car. Unlock it, hop in, and head over to the high school.

While I'm rushing to the school, why I don't I tell you who I am? I am Frank, Frank Iero. Born on Halloween, ironic tho because that's my favorite fucking holiday. I'm 26 years old, fucking short, and have tons of tattoos. I'm surprised I even got a job as a teacher. I love horror movies, music, comics, video games, I'm basically a grown nerd.

Finally arriving at the school I park in the teach parking lot. I grab my papers then lock my car and head to the office. I feel like the new badass kid with my attire, I got my shades on and chucks. Once inside I take my shades off and put them in my vest pocket. The receptionist, I guess you can call her, is too focused on the computer to notice I'm here. She must be in her late 20s early 30s. I guess kinda cute, I don't know not really into girls. I clear my throat to get her attention. She looks over annoyed, but that quickly changes as she walks up to the divided desk/wall between us.

"Why good morning, sir" her lips turn into a smirk looking me up and down. Gross.
I give her a smile anyway to be polite, "Hello, I'm the new music teacher. Where do I go or talk to? See I'm a bit late, I over slept, and have no idea where or what to do."

She claps her hands together and smiles, "Oh you're the new teacher! I'm Ms. Williams! But you can call me Hayley."

"I'm Mr. Iero, but you can call me Frank. So about those directions?" I try again to get back on subject.

"Right, sorry. Here is your lanyard with your ID. Make sure you wear this everyday, it's for security reasons. We just want to make sure you aren't a fraud."

I nod my head as I put it on, "Totally get it, gotta keep the kids safe. Y'know?"

She giggles, "Of course, okay here is a mini map of the school," She takes the paper out from under the desk and circles something on it, then turns it around in my direction, "What I circled is where you will be going. Room 115. Easy way to remember odd are on the left side of the hallways and even are on the right."

"Okay, cool. Thanks Hayley!"

She smiles at me, "Why no problem, Mr. Iero. It was my pleasure." She winks at me then walks back to her desk. I try not to laugh because she is just embarrassing herself, even if she doesn't know it, yet. I shake my head as I leave the office and follow what the map says. I put the map away and jog over to the room.

Some kid backs up and I end up running smack into him, we both fall. My papers go flying every where and the guys by the lockers are laughing at us.

"Oh man! Totally sorry!" I apologize when in reality it was his fault but I don't want anyone pissed at me on the first day, I get up and give him a hand. He takes my hand and heaves himself up. "Naw, its fine." He replies as he wipes off his pants and jacket then tugs on it to straighten it out. Wow aren't you cool.
I get back on my knees and crawl around gathering the papers, ignoring looking at the guys.
"Here let me help you," insisted the kid that I bummed into, he gets on his knees and begins.
"Aw, thanks man," I reply and giggle to myself. Shit someone being nice to me? Especially a teen? Damn high school has changed a bit, or the kids anyway. I reach over to grab a paper when all of a sudden I notice I reach for is hand. Hey, thats not paper, but it sure is soft. I look up to see him blush and get up. He extends to help me off but I just wave it off. Enough contact with this kid for today. I take the papers from him avoiding touching his hand or him. He makes me dizzy.
"Thanks for the help," I thank.
"No problem," the dude raises his voice and looks over at the guys leaning on the locker or wall laughing at us and to each other. They raise their hands in surrender, one of them opens a locker and I focus my attention back on the kid with brown hair and blonde underneath. Shit his hair is awesome, fucking hell though he is like an inch or two taller then me. Ugh, my shortness is a curse. I should wear heels or something. The kid turns his head and looks back at me.
"Anyway, I'm Fr… Mr. Iero, I'm the new music teach. I guess I have some first day jitters. Will I be seeing any of you?" Wow, first of all nice catch there. Second, I wouldn't say it's first day jitters more like nervous around you, young man. Wait what…?
"Uh yeah you'll be seeing me and your good pal Gerard over here," the kid with the fro replies obviously trying to sound like he is some big macho. Gerard huh? That's original. Gerard shakes his head while laughing, obviously the way he is acting is funny. Beats me.
"And you are?" I ask.
"Why sir I am Ray, Ray Toro," He replies acting cocky, alright dude drop the act, he shoots his thumb over his shoulder. I move my gaze over to where he was pointing.
"Those guys are Mikey and Bob," He introduces, the tall kid lifts his hand up at the sound of his name. The other dude does the same, yeah now I can defiantly tell who is who. Not. They go back to what ever they were doing before.
"Nice to meet you, well I better get going. Do you know where the music room is by any chance?" i ask as I turn my head focusing my attention back on Ray and Gerard.
"Yeah right there," Gerard spoke up and points over to the door a few feet away.
"Thank you, gents!" I thank as I walk away, I enter the room, and shut the door behind me. I lean against the door and observe the room. This is an alright classroom, I get off of the door and walk over to my new desk. I throw my folder onto my new desk.
Okay cool, they have a piano, drums, cymbals, and a few other instruments. No guitar though, well tomorrow I'll bring in my own. I stand in the middle of the room looking at the desks, my hand on my hip the other on my forehead. I sigh then turn around and head straight to the board. I pick up a piece of chalk and write Mr. Iero.
What the hell have I gotten myself into…

Notes

So for some reason it won't let me separate the rest of the paragraphs which is weird. Anyway second chapter. Whadda think?

I just want to say Gerard is basically me. I'm telling my story through Gerard in a way.

Give me some feed back!

-Liz (band atm: Weezer) *also sorry for any grammar or spelling errors*