Look Alive Sunshine

The parking lot to Stevenson was packed with nice cars that belonged to all of the spoiled girls that go here. I took a look at my shitty car that I bought used, and with my own money and laughed to myself about how different I already was.
First period I had math. I walked in the brightly lit room with no expression on my face and took a seat in the back far left corner of the room. I got stares from all over the room from my new 'peers' and took out my writing notebook. I reached into my black canvas bag that I bought from goodwill and grabbed the first writing utensil I could find, and began writing a poem.

And so, she buried every secret, insecurity, every bad thought
she's ever had about herself deep down and wrapped it in
locks and chains to make sure nobody knew the truth.
Because she's fine, right?

After writing it I realized it wasn't really that much of a poem, and I found myself jumping 10 feet into the air when I look up and realize a guy with a pretty sweet afro looking down at my notebook reading what I just wrote. My first instinct was quickly shutting the notebook, and yelling, "What the fuck?". The guy chuckled slightly before saying, "I'm Ray. And that piece of writing I just saw was pretty damn good. Did you just come up with that now?" he asked me, grinning.

Now, normally, if he were someone else, I would have been a bitch and told them to get lost. But, there was something about him that was pretty cool. He was wearing a Blink 182 shirt and jeans, and he seemed.. genuine.

"Uhh.. yeah I did.." I slowly said as I let out a small laugh.

"Well, I really liked it. What's your name?" He asked while sitting next to me. "I'm Natalie.." I smiled while stating the name my mother gave me. That was another thing I've never really liked about myself. My name. I feel it's too long. And, it's not me. "Natalie. I'm gonna call you Nat." he said and faced forward when he saw our teacher walk in.

"Welcome, to Math. I'm going to be your instructor for the year, Ms. Ellinger." the woman said in a professional tone. "Who says instructor..?" Ray whispered to me, and I let out a little laugh.
"It seems our new student finds something funny! Would you like to elaborate with the class why you're already interrupting my class in the first minute of the school year?" she spit out every word she spoke.
I opened my mouth to speak, but another, tardy student busted through the door the second I was about to say something. I looked at who the spaz was, and I was taken back by him. Long, black hair, with some red in it, easy smile, and a perfectly sculpted face. He was wearing jeans and a plain black teeshirt with black Vans. He looked up at me and gave a grin. I felt my stomach turn right then and there, but the good feeling went away when our teacher started yelling at him for being late. His smile dropped, and he rolled his eyes at her, mumbled "sorry" and scanned the room for a seat. Thankfully, the seat in front of mine was vacant, so he smirked and made his way down the thin aisle of desks towards me.
The guy sat down right in front of me, and the second his ass hit his chair, he whipped around to face me, and gave me a big gin. "Hey, I'm Frank. Listen.. I think that you're really pretty and we should hang out sometime.. what's your name?" He asked me in a polite tone. I started to blush and whispered my name.
At the end of class, I looked over at Frank, and noticed he was writing something down. He turned to me, and handed me a little note that read his number. "Call me" he said with a slight grin, and without saying or doing anything else, he walked out of the room looking confident.

Soon enough, it was lunchtime, which I knew was going to be a struggle considering I have no friends. But, when I walked in, Ray saw me and waved me over to sit with him and his friends. "Hey!" I said as I causally sat down in the chair next to Ray. I looked at the faces around me, and noticed Frank was sitting at the table, too. He gave me a little wave, and I returned my attention to Ray as he introduced me to the rest of the kids at the table. I started talking to the kid on the other side of me, whose name was Mikey. I really liked him. He was cool, and we ended up having a lot in common. To be honest I think that him and I are going to become pretty good friends if I keep talking to him. It also turns out that Mikey is in my English class 8th period with a Mr.Way. Mikey told me that he's a pretty cool guy. English has always been my favorite class (Besides art) and I couldn't wait.

Notes

So you may be thinking, I thought she would like Gerard.. Not Frank..? but shut up and read on I promise It'll get better! Sorry about the shitty chapter I'm just very tired hahaha.. I love you guys! :) Also, side note, I kinda wrote that poem thing myself