We Don't Fight Fair

My eyes shot open. I immediately relaxed as I scanned the familiar, dark bedroom. It was only a dream. Sighing, I pulled my navy blue comforter up over my head and tried to erase the gruesome images of the nightmare from my mind. It was the worst one I'd had in weeks. I glanced at the clock. 5:28 am.
Huffing, decided it was no use trying to fall back asleep, so I swung my legs off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. There, I turned the shower to the hottest setting and watched my reflection fog up in the mirror. I glared at my hazel eyes and raven black hair, instantly regretting looking in the mirror in the first place. I disgusted myself. Pushing those thoughts aside, I stepped into the shower and let the now lukewarm water pelt my face. After I finished, I made my way through the dark hallway, pounding on Mikey's door as I went by. I hear a muffled reponse and smirked. I really loved Mikey sometimes. I scrambled around my room, searching and collecting the textbooks and binders I needed for school until I rolled my eyes and ended up only taking my sketch book. A green spiral with "Gerard Way" printed neatly on the cover. I got dressed in my favorite Rolling Stone hoodie and ripped skinny jeans. Finding that my wonderful brother that had took my car and left for school early without my amazed me. I couldnt figure out which fact surprised my more. Reguardless, I slung my messenger bag around my shoulder and crept out the door, careful not to wake my still-sleeping mother. The walk to school was slow and boring and involved bullies throwing pieces of paper at the back of of my head and having them yell "KILL YOURSELF!" And "NO ONE LIKES YOU, FAGGOT!" Wasnt making the walk anymore pleasant.

I decided to take a sharp right, leaving them behind. Annoyed, I pulled out a cigarette and feverishly searched for my lighter. My heart dropped and I groaned, realizing that I left it on my nightstand. I checked the time on my phone. 7:35. Well shit. Class started 5 minutes ago. I sprinted to the doors and flung them open, earning glares from either of the secretaries. I glanced at the one who looked like a 50 year old barbie wannabe and smiled in mock apology. She wordlessly handed me a late pass and stalked away. Bitch. I took the the stairs two at a time, instantly regretting not taking my textbooks when I heard muffled banging. I felt my face contort in confusion as I approached the sound. "PLEASE HELP ME! HELLO? PLEASE SOMEBODY! " I heard someone wail, then sadly add "anyone?" It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that the sound was coming from a locker. MY locker. I hurriedly spun the combo lock unril it unlocked and a short figure flopped out and onto the floor. I bent down, since he was still groaning motionlessly on the floor. "Hey. Hey uh- are you , um, o-kay?" I internally slapped myself, cursing my stupidity. Real smooth, Gerard. our eyes met, and he clambered to his feet, an earnest look on his face. "Yeah, I'm okay, thanks. For, like, ya know, lwtting me out of your locker." Well he was different. I've never seen him here before. He must be new, because if I had seen him, I definitely would have remembered. What can I say, he was memorable. He had black hair, just like mine, and amber eyes that lit up when he spoke. His lips were pink and full, and I had no idea how awkward I was making the situation until he cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry, what?" I asked, feeling myself turn the color of a sunburned tomato. "I said I'm Frank. I'm new here-"confirming my theory! - "and also if you knew where the English room is?" "Oh yeah, actually. I'm heading there now." I saw relief flicker across his face, and that made me smile. And I have to say, it felt pretty good talking to someone other than my brother for the first time in 4 years.

Notes

Hey guys! It's my first fic, so it's pretty shitty so far, but constructive criticism is welcome! (Sorry for all the spelling and grammar errors)

Love you all!

-Erinosaur <3