Teenagers

I was walking down the hall to Geometry when I heard the same douche-baggy voice form before. “Hey, faggot!” I kept walking, ignoring Victor White because I didn’t have time to put up with his bullshit. I stomped into class and slammed my books on my desk at the back of the room. I let out a huff of air, thanking God that I avoided another needless beating.
The bell rang and I groaned. I was so sick of the same old shit everyday. The teacher began her usual math rant and I tuned her out. I started scribbling on my paper, drawing a picture of a character I had come up with. His name was Party Poison, one of the four, well-known Killjoys.
“Well, students,” the teacher said, me hardly listening, “it looks like we have a new student.” I looked up to see what the kid looked like. I was guessing he was a jock, or if a she, a cheerleader. But the boy I saw highly surprised me.
He was rather short, with short black hair that had a little fringe on the right side. He had hazel brown eyes and a silver lip ring. He had on a black band tee-shirt and skinny jeans. And damn was he sexy.
“Hi,” he said, his voice sexier than I even imagined, “my name’s Frank. Frank Iero.” I stared at him in awe. And they say nobody’s perfect?
The teacher motioned for him to find a seat. He shuffled to the back of the room and sat in the seat right next to mine. I looked over at him. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and looked away quickly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Near the end of class, the teacher gave us time to talk and do our homework. I had just started a drawing of another character, Fun Ghoul, another Killjoy. I noticed myself drawing details of Frank, the new kid, onto the character.
“Hi,” I heard a heavenly voice say. I looked up to see Frank looking at me. He looked nervous, and I didn’t really blame him. This school treats everyone like shit.
“Hi,” I said back, trying to stop my cheeks from burning a bright red. I looked back down and kept drawing. The character looked more and more like Frank with every detail added.
“That’s a really good drawing,” he said. I muttered a ‘thank you,’ hoping he wouldn’t think it looked like him. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was watching me draw. Most of the time I wouldn’t want people looking at my drawings, but there was something different about Frank. I could just feel it. “So, can you tell me about My Chemical Romance?”
“How do you know about that?” I said, confused. I’d never seen this kid before in my life, so how in the world did he know about our band?
“Ray told me,” he said. Then it hit me. He must have met Ray at some point before this class, and he must have told him about it.
“We actually have practice tonight,” I said, “you can come along if you want.” I mentally face-palmed myself. I was so fucking stupid. I just met him, and I’m already asking him out?
“Sounds fun,” he said as the bell to go home rang. He followed me out of the classroom. I went to the front office to meet up with Mikey and Ray, but this time, Frank trailed behind me.
“Hey guys,” I said, “Mikey, this is Frank. I invited him along to practice tonight.”
“Alright,” Mikey said. We exited the school and headed towards Ray’s house.
I was excited for tonights practice. I had a feeling we were going to do really well tonight. Not to mention the fact that Frank was here. That made it at least twelve times better.

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