You Only Hear The Music When Your Heart Begins To Break

It's my first day at my new school and five minutes in I can already tell it's going to be hell. I don't look or dress anything like the other girls here. They're all tall, thin and tan while I am short, pale and average looking. They wear the uniform of red plaid skit, white blouse with knee high socks and look preppy. I wear it with black stockings and fishnets with my boots and manage to look completely trashy. 'Great job fitting in idiot' I think to myself. I couldn't be more obviously different.

I walk down the hallway to my first class when I feel something hit the back of my head. I turn only to see a ball of paper on the floor behind me. The torment begins already. As I keep walking I notice all the girls huddle in groups and whisper as I pass. 'Probably starting rumours about me already' I think as I lower my gaze to the floor and continue my path. When I reach the classroom I approach the teacher who signs me in and sends me to sit next to a dark haired boy. I sit down and the boy doesn't even acknowledge my presence, just continues to hunch over his book. It feels uncomfortable for a moment and then i begin to wish this had been everyone's reaction to me. I just want to be invisible sometimes.

The rest of the students fill the classroom as the bell rings and as soon as the teacher begins to talk and write on the board the dark haired boy next to me begins to be tormented relentlessly. He is bombarded with paper balls and spit balls and the jocks behind us kick his chair and reach over to flick his ears. I watch for a few moments and he continues to do nothing to defend himself, he just takes it. I can't sit and just watch it any longer so I turn around and quietly tell the jocks to knock it off. They pause to look at me and then continue as if I had said nothing. I slide my chair back so I am right infront of their desk, stick my arm under and punch the closest one in the crotch. He immediately doubles over and his hands fly down to grab himself. The other just stares at me in disbelief.
"I fucking told you to stop"' I hiss at them before turning around and moving forward to my desk again. The dark haired boy just stares at me wide eyed . The teacher calls the class to attention and I begin to take notes when a piece of paper lands on my book. I open it and read the message on it.
'Thanks for standing up for me. My name is Gerard'
I look over to him and finally see his full face. 'Wow he's cute' is my first thought. I smile at him and then look down to return the note.
'No problem. Why don't you stick up for yourself? My name is Azali but call me Z.'
I slide the paper back over to him and pretend to be paying attention as the teacher is looking over our way. The bell rings and I am slightly disappointed that Gerard and I now have to leave and can't continue our note. I gather my stuff and stand to leave the classroom after everyone else when someone grabs my arm. I turn around and see Gerard smiling at me hopefully.
"What class do you have now?"

Notes

This is my first story so feedback would be very appreciated.