Who Are You?

Chapter 7

We pulled up into a car park and Gerard went to the disabled section. I gave him a frown to which he pointed out that for the next 4 weeks I’m disabled. It was still early and barely anyone was there but we had a meeting. We dropped Frank off at his locker and Gerard and I made our way to the principles. The meeting consisted of introducing the principle, giving me another timetable, telling me my locker number and combination, explaining the rules and letting me know that if I, and I quote, ‘felt like it was getting to much for me I could go to the library’. After making sure I had no questions we were allowed to leave and it was already time for homeroom which I had with someone called Mr Wentz. It was only down the hall but it took 5 minutes to get there due to my hobbling. Gerard knocked on the door and ushered for Mr Wentz to come outside. He looked nice enough. He was about my height, black hair which was short at the sides and gelled up on top, he was tanned with brown eyes. I could see a couple of tattoos under his rolled up sleeves. He gave me a wide smile.
“Mikey, it’s good to see you again. I’m Mr Wentz, I am your homeroom and music teacher. How are you feeling?”
“Like I was in a car crash.”
“Oh. Well anyway, come on in. Gerard, are you staying?”
“No sir, I have to get to my class. See you at break kiddo. You have homeroom and first with Frank and second with Ray. Stick with them.” He gave me a small kiss on the forehead and walked away. I turned and hobbled into the classroom. The ambient noise of talking students went silent when I walked in. Everyone was staring at me. I could hear some whispers, mainly my name. I felt a hand on my good shoulder.
“Mikey, why don’t you go sit next to Frank?” I gave a silent nod and started to make my way down the aisle. The whispers got louder until there was a shout of “Hey look the faggots back.” The class laughed and Mr Wentz shouted “James. Get out.”
“No sir, it’s fine.” I replied “It’s just boys being boys, actually you have to have balls to be a man.” I had no idea what compelled me to say that but I regretted it. A muscled footballer stood up and got in my face.
“What are you saying Way?”
“I’m sorry was that too quick for you. I’ll slow it down I.. said.. you.. have.. no.. balls.” The class laughed and even Mr Wentz looked impressed.
“You’d better watch it Way.”
“Watch what?”
“Your fucking mouth.”
“I can’t. I don’t have a mirror. If I were you I would try to avoid any more head injuries. You don’t want to lose those last remaining brain cells.”
“Ok guys I think that’s enough. Mikey I would like to speak to you after this.” I smirked and sat down next to Frank. He gave me a look of ‘what the hell’. I shrugged my shoulder and we just made small talk until the bell rings. “I’ll wait for you outside.” Frank told me. I went up to Mr Wentz.
“Now Mikey, What was that about?”
“I got angry.”
“What happened to your self control?”
“I can’t remember.” I answered almost sassily.
“You remind me so much of your brother. Mikey, my advice is that if someone is rude to you in class ignore it. They’re half brained ass holes. I dealt with a lot of them at your age. Nothing will stop them but it doesn’t mean you have to get in trouble.”
“Thanks Mr Wentz.”
“You’re welcome kiddo. Who do you have first? I can write you a late pass.”
“Uhm I think it’s… Oh yeah, Mr Stump. I know the name from somewhere. I think Ray mentioned him.” Mr Wentz grinned and his whole face lit up.
“I’ll walk with you. I need to talk to Trick… I mean Mr Stump anyway.” I smiled and hobbled out the room, forgetting Frank was waiting for me.
“Hey Frank.”
“Mikey Mouse hurry up. Mr Stump is lenient but we’re 5 minutes late. Plus the classroom will take over 5 minutes to get to.”
“It’s ok Frank. I’ll walk with the both of you and explain to Mr Stump why you’re late.” Mr Wentz said with a smile. Frank nodded and we started to make our way toward the English block.

Frank was right. It took nearly ten minutes to get there and I was exhausted by the time we got to the door. Mr Wentz knocked and poked his head round. I could see a man at the front of the class ignoring the door. He was short, about Frank’s height. He had browny blonde hair and was wearing a fedora.
“Mr Stump… Mr Stump… TRICK.” The blonde haired man, Mr Stump, jumped up in shock at the loud noise. Mr Wentz was in hysterics and the class were giggling. “Can I speak…to you… for a… moment?” Mr Wentz asked having to take a deep breath every couple of words. Mr Stump rolled his eyes and walked into the hallway with us. He spotted me and Frank and smiled.
“Frank, you can go in.” Frank shrugged and went into the class. “Mikey Way, how are you doing? I’m Mr Stump.”
“I know I believe Ray mentioned you before. Nice to meet you. I’m doing fine thanks for asking.”
“Aw that’s good. Now is there any particular reason why you and Frank are late or is it just your leg?”
“Actually Trick, it’s my fault. I needed to talk to Mikey quickly and Frank was waiting to bring him here but then I said I’d come and explain.”
“Alright. Is there anything else I need to know.”
“I can’t remember what we’ve done so I may be a little behind.”
“That’s fine. If you sit next to Frank I will give you this lesson to go over what we’ve already learnt. Mr Wentz. Anything from you or do you just enjoy disrupting my lesson.” Mr Wentz grinned and quickly gave Mr Stump a peck on the lips before running off laughing like a child. Mr Stump was frozen in a trance so I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Oh Mikey. Um, please don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Sure. Although you may want to try and stop blushing.” I laughed and walked into the classroom. This morning’s been good, so far.

Notes

Hey, this isn't the best chapter and the next one will be a little late. I've just staryed my A2's and I am also waiting for the results of a blood test which may be very serious. I'll get a new chapter asap though.