Teenagers

Gerard
I was walking into my Conversational English class when I spotted him. He had a black mohawk, bleached at the sides, a Smashing Pumpkins tshirt, black skinny jeans, and a plain black hoodie. His plastic binder was plastered with pictures and song lyrics from bands, good bands. I headed towards him.
“Hey, you new here?” He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out, he was interrupted by the bell. We took our seats next to each other. As soon as we sat, I ripped a piece of paper out of my binder, a sharpie from my pocket creating words for the new kid to read.
Once finished with my few unspoken words, I handed the paper to mohawk kid. He took it and set it aside as the teacher looked out at us before taking attendance. Once the teacher was sidetracked on her computer, he looked at the words. He answered my question, putting his name. He handed the paper back to me before the teacher looked back at her class.

‘I’m Frank Iero. I’m new.’

I scribbled more words onto the paper.

‘Gerard Way, today your first day?’

I handed it to him and he wrote, though his handwirting was really good, he didn’t take time, just quickly scrawled the words onto the lined paper. I had the paper back on my desk before I was able to finish that thought.

‘Yeah. How is it at this school? Hope it’s better than my old school.’

I wrote, changing my sharpie to a regular pen, saving the ink for my arm later.

‘What was your old school like? I doubt this school’s any better. All schools suck, don’t expect this school to be one of the better ones, it’s probably going to be one of the worst ones. Sorry though.’

He laughed as he read what I wrote, then furiously attacked the paper with his pencil.

‘Well, I always got picked on at my old school, for how I looked, what music I listened to, and ----- other things.’

There were words he scribbled out, and I wasn’t able to read them, so I counted them as a mistake with spelling or something like that. But still, I had to pry.
‘What kind of ‘other things’?’

He rolled his eyes before passing back the paper he wrote on.

‘Nothing too important.’

I smirked.

‘Well, if it’s not important, then you can tell me. I can keep secrets.☺’

It was meant to be funny, but after he read it, he stood up with the paper in his hand, walking to the trashcan and ripping the paper, letting the torn shreds fall into the plastic bin. He walked back to his seat and kept his head down, putting myself into tht awkward position to where I didn’t know what to do. I leaned over the aisle while the teacher wasn’t looking, knowing the passing of notes wouldn’t do anything.
“Hey, you okay? What’d I do, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” He shifted a tiny bit. I tried again. “What do you have next period?” He sat up then, checking his schedule then handed it to me.

2rd Per. Physical Education

I smiled then nodded to him.
“Me too.” I thought I saw the tiniest bit of a blush appear on his cheeks, but turned away from the thought as the teacher called my name.
“Mr. Way, can you please pay attention?” My head snapped in Ms. Uvil’s direction.
“I’m sorry?” She sighed deeply then read the question aloud.
“Just pay attention.” Uvil turned back to her teaching process, and I went back to apologizing to Frank.
“Dude, I swear, for whatever I did, I’m sorry.” His shoulders started shaking, and I thought he was either crying or pissed. Then I noticed he was laughing. I was taken a back by his random action to the situation. What was so funny? Did I say or do something funny? I put my hand on the hysterical Frank’s shoulder, he kept laughing.
“Fr-Frank? You okay?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He smoothed out his mohawk, luckily the classroom was really noisy -what else do you expect from an 8th grade classroom?- when Frank broke out into his laugh attack.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I really can’t keep the sullen face without dying.” I laughed nervously, then he changed the subject.

About twenty minutes later the bell rang, signaling us to go to our 2nd period class. I followed Frank to his locker before we hit the locker room.
“You’re lucky you weren’t here yesterday.” I said to break the tension in the crowded corridor. He cocked his head, slightly interested.
“Why, what was yesterday?” He slammed his locker shut and we headed towards the locker room.
“Mile Monday.” I said, and he wrinkled his brow, confused further. “Every Monday we have ‘Mile Monday’, it’s where we have to run a mile. Every Monday.” I added dramatically. He chuckled.
“Shit, that’s gotta suck. P.E. was always easy at my old school. It was usually dodgeball or other such games.” I groaned as I looked at the small whiteboard on the wall of the locker room.

Baseball outside

Frank sighed as he read the sign.
“This sucks.”
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We were back in the locker room, waiting for the bell to ring so that we could go to our next class. I turned to Frank.
“What do you have 3rd? I got science with Drango. He got his schedule out of his binder, looking at it, skimming through till he got to the right section, then sighed.
“History with Brown. Lunch fourth though.” I smiled.
“Lunch, then history, art and math. Let’s hang out during lunch then.” I leaned my head against the gym locker door and closed my eyes. I couldn’t wait till lunch.

Notes

So now me and Bacon are working on this together, her ideas, my expertise and comp. so I will be posting most-if not all- the chapters.

kay bacon and i luv u all!