I'm Okay (I Promise)
Chapter Two: Introducing Me
Franks POV:
I recognise him. He's in my music class and maths class. He just stares at me. He looks so mysterious, and I notice he also has eyeliner on. I see the Misfits jumper and I smile without even realising. I bet I looked like a creep then when I just sat their and smiled at him. I should probably apologise and get off of the floor.
"Erm.. Sorry" We say at the same time and I see a little smile emerging from the corner of his mouth. I brush my self down, and decide to introduce myself even though I already know him.
"So.. Erm.. I'm Frank, you?"
I already knew his name, but it seemed polite.
"Gerard"
"You're in my music and maths class. I recognise you"
"So I am"
There was a bit of an awkward pause, so I apologised again.
"So...erm yeah, sorry about that"
It sounded so...so...blunt.
"It's okay, see you in maths"
"You too"
Well that was weird.
You too? Seriousky Frank, that's all you said? You dumbass.
I've heard him play piano before, and he's amazing, I have to say. He's smarter than me in maths, I don't know why he isn't in the higher sets. I spoke to him a few times before this actually. He seems really nice, but shy from the little times we spoke. He helped me to do Pythagoras' theorem, and we spoke about bands a few times at the end of music when we were last in class to pack away our things.
Maybe I should talk to him more y'know? He's in the same position as me. No friends really, bullied, bullied for the same reasons etc. I could invite him to sit with me at dinner one day, but then again, maybe not.
I kind of like my own company sometimes. And I wouldn't want any kids following him and then they find where I eat dinner, so they can torment me at dinner as well.
Well, I'll just talk to him in music a few times, and in the corridor if I see him, then it will stop there. Yeah. I won't be completely ignoring him, but I also will be keeping myself to myself.
Second bell rang bringing me out of my thoughts.
Shit.
English wasn't that far away, so I won't get into too much trouble. You know what? I should be late more often. I miss out on being shoved against the lockers and name calling. (A/N- No we don't have lockers in England. Well not at my school, and not at many schools I know about, except for sixth form (college, but still in school) they get lockers. But I like the idea of us having lockers, so I'm stealing it. MWUHAHA! Sorry...)
I don't really like English, I feel too babied y'know. The teachers treat us like babies, and they wonder why kids aren't independent, and can't get higher than a C. I'm currently on a D. (A/N Oh god, I've just realise how wrong "I'm currently on a D" sounds...)
But I think I have more potential. Like if only the teachers let us be a bit more independent, and gave us work suitable for the level we are working at, then maybe I could be in the higher classes. I'm not that good at English Literature, but I'm fine with English Language.
I hate it when we are reading a book in Lit, and there's a line in the book that says "The curtains were blue." and the teacher is like, "Okay so you need to analyse and evaluate this quote, and show what message the author was trying to get across" Like they weren't trying to say anything, they just wanted blue curtains Jesus Christ! "Maybe this shows that the author was sad because blue is a sad colour" Like shut the fuck up man!
I walked into class and everyone stared at me like I had just murded somebody.
"Frank, explain to the class why you are late."
"It's got nothing to do with the class why I'm late!"
"Fine, explain to me why you're late."
"I was walking to class, and ran into somebody by accident. Sorry Sir."
"Sit down in your seat please"
I could see the rest of the class trying to hold back their giggles. Urgh.
Gerard's POV:
"It's okay, see you in maths"
Being too social Gerard...
"You too"
I thought he was going to be a dick about it and punch me or shove my head down the toilet, like any normal kid round here would do.
But then again, Frank's not a dick from the few times I've shared a conversation with him. He also has a great music taste (well, not what most kids round here would say).
We are kind of in the same position really, except I bet he doesn't self harm like me. Frank gets bullied, like I. Frank listens to the same music, as I. Frank gets beat up a lot, like I. Frank doesn't have many friends, like I. So I don't know why I expected a beating really. I think it's just an instant thought now.
"Gerard, I asked you a question!"
Urgh I hate Miss Tooler. And she hates me. She's always nagging at me to pay more attention, and get on with my work, and raise my hand more because she expects better from someone as intelligent at English as I.
Personally, I just think that's discrimination to the kids in the lower classes. Yeah, they might find it harder to piece things together, or need a little extra help to find words that fit together properly, but it doesn't mean that because they aren't as smart as me, that they never pay attention, or raise their hand, or never get on with their work.
Like, sometimes people in my class need help with things too. Teachers just don't get it. They think that as soon as you're in the smartest class, that they can just leave you to do everything on your own, and that you don't need any help. And that people in the lower classes are automatically thick, and can't even read a question on their own and need to be talked to like they are 5 years old. I really ha-
"Wait outside please Gerard, before I lose my patience with you"
Everyone except Izzabelle Bruce laughed at me, she just gave me a sympathetic look, and then looked back down at her work.
"Fine, sheesh"
I really hate this bitch with a passion (Miss Tooler, not Izzabelle).
You know, I feel sorry for Izzabelle, like, she has friends and all, like 2 friends, and then the few nerds she talks to sometimes. She never gets bullied, people are nice to her, but don't really notice her. She's nice to everyone else. I like Izzabelle, she's never done anything to me, and she has talked to me once in the cafeteria. She asked me where Amy and Hayley were. I just said I thought I saw them at the back of the cafeteria, she turned around and they were sat there at the back, not at their usual table. I'm guessing that's why she couldn't find them. She thanked me, and that's the last time I spoke to her, about 13 months ago.
The next thing I knew, Miss Tooler was stood outside the classroom talking to me and I hadn't even realised, I was too busy in my own thoughts.
"Gerard?"
"What? Um...I mean, yes?"
"Are you okay? You seem a bit down reccently. You've not been paying much attention in class and everytime I ask you a question, I have to repeat myself several times before I get a word out of you. And I've just been speaking to you then, and I bet you didn't hear a word of it did you?"
"Umm, well, I'm just tired. Sorry miss, won't happen again"
"Are you positive? You can tell me you know"
God like this cow cares anyway.
"Yes I am fine bloody hell"
"Gerard don't talk to me like that!"
"URGHHHH!! I'M SICK OF TEACHERS LIKE YOU TRYING TO GET A NOSEY INTO MY PERSONAL LIFE! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I KEPT ASKING YOU QUESTIONS ALL THE TIME?! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, FUCKING HELL!!!"
Shit, I didn't mean to swear at her. Or shout like that. She looked like she was about to speak, but then closed her mouth again. I didn't know what to do. So I decided to run back in, collect my things, and I just ran away. Just like that. What was I thinking?
Dammit Gerard, you've got yourself into so much shit you bellend. Fuck. I ran to the boys toilets at the end of the corridor. I just hid round the back of the stalls, got my ipod and earphones out, and played Of Mice & Men - Bones Exposed.
I'm sure one day I was going to go deaf with how loud I have my earphones, and how often I have them in. Oh well. You know what they say.
'If it's too loud, you're too old'.
I love that phrase. A few more songs played - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy, We Are by Hollywood Undead, and Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects.
I checked the time.
9:19.
I put my iPod and earphones away, grabbed my bag and set off for a walk. I walked down the English corridor, looking through the classroom windows. A passed a few, and then I spotted Frank sitting in the corner at the back. He spotted me too. So I just smiled at him, and he smiled back. Aw, he has an adorable smile. Aw aw aw!
Gerard shut up!
I put my head down and carried on walking, to find I was on the maths corridor. I let my mind drift away to thinking about Faye.
I really miss her. I haven't seen her in about 4 months. We really need to catch up. I get my phone out, and create a new message to 'Fayeybob<3:3' I let my fingers dance around above the keyboard for a while, figuring out what to say. I decided on our normal greeting and just sent her a message saying
'Hiii Fayeybob!!xo'
About 5 minutes later, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I got it out to read the message. It was from Faye! Ahhh! It read
'Hey Geegeepoo c: Long time no see:( xo'
I heard a teacher talking in the distance, so I slid my phone into my pocket. We weren't aloud them out during lesson time.
I continued my walk round school, and ended up near art. The teacher who was talking was Mr Wilks, one of the drama teachers, and he was talking to Mrs Mamp, who taught ICT.
I checked the corridors for any teachers. None in sight, so I got my phone back out and replied to Faye. It said
'So how have you been? I've missed you so much! Are you doing anything at the weekend?xo'
It took longer for a reply this time. 8 minutes. My phone buzzed, making me jump, as I don't normally have it on vibrate. No text from Faye. It was from mum.
'We're going to the Bruce's house tonight. They are having a little gathering to celebrate Mr Bruce's promotion, and we have been invited. Be home for 5, and DON'T WEAR ANY OF YOUR USUAL CLOTHES! I mean it! Wear something presentable for once. Love mum x'
Oh so I don't look presentable? Too bad mum, too bad. I didn't bother replying, and just put my phone away and headed for maths, seen as the bell was about to go.
I recognise him. He's in my music class and maths class. He just stares at me. He looks so mysterious, and I notice he also has eyeliner on. I see the Misfits jumper and I smile without even realising. I bet I looked like a creep then when I just sat their and smiled at him. I should probably apologise and get off of the floor.
"Erm.. Sorry" We say at the same time and I see a little smile emerging from the corner of his mouth. I brush my self down, and decide to introduce myself even though I already know him.
"So.. Erm.. I'm Frank, you?"
I already knew his name, but it seemed polite.
"Gerard"
"You're in my music and maths class. I recognise you"
"So I am"
There was a bit of an awkward pause, so I apologised again.
"So...erm yeah, sorry about that"
It sounded so...so...blunt.
"It's okay, see you in maths"
"You too"
Well that was weird.
You too? Seriousky Frank, that's all you said? You dumbass.
I've heard him play piano before, and he's amazing, I have to say. He's smarter than me in maths, I don't know why he isn't in the higher sets. I spoke to him a few times before this actually. He seems really nice, but shy from the little times we spoke. He helped me to do Pythagoras' theorem, and we spoke about bands a few times at the end of music when we were last in class to pack away our things.
Maybe I should talk to him more y'know? He's in the same position as me. No friends really, bullied, bullied for the same reasons etc. I could invite him to sit with me at dinner one day, but then again, maybe not.
I kind of like my own company sometimes. And I wouldn't want any kids following him and then they find where I eat dinner, so they can torment me at dinner as well.
Well, I'll just talk to him in music a few times, and in the corridor if I see him, then it will stop there. Yeah. I won't be completely ignoring him, but I also will be keeping myself to myself.
Second bell rang bringing me out of my thoughts.
Shit.
English wasn't that far away, so I won't get into too much trouble. You know what? I should be late more often. I miss out on being shoved against the lockers and name calling. (A/N- No we don't have lockers in England. Well not at my school, and not at many schools I know about, except for sixth form (college, but still in school) they get lockers. But I like the idea of us having lockers, so I'm stealing it. MWUHAHA! Sorry...)
I don't really like English, I feel too babied y'know. The teachers treat us like babies, and they wonder why kids aren't independent, and can't get higher than a C. I'm currently on a D. (A/N Oh god, I've just realise how wrong "I'm currently on a D" sounds...)
But I think I have more potential. Like if only the teachers let us be a bit more independent, and gave us work suitable for the level we are working at, then maybe I could be in the higher classes. I'm not that good at English Literature, but I'm fine with English Language.
I hate it when we are reading a book in Lit, and there's a line in the book that says "The curtains were blue." and the teacher is like, "Okay so you need to analyse and evaluate this quote, and show what message the author was trying to get across" Like they weren't trying to say anything, they just wanted blue curtains Jesus Christ! "Maybe this shows that the author was sad because blue is a sad colour" Like shut the fuck up man!
I walked into class and everyone stared at me like I had just murded somebody.
"Frank, explain to the class why you are late."
"It's got nothing to do with the class why I'm late!"
"Fine, explain to me why you're late."
"I was walking to class, and ran into somebody by accident. Sorry Sir."
"Sit down in your seat please"
I could see the rest of the class trying to hold back their giggles. Urgh.
Gerard's POV:
"It's okay, see you in maths"
Being too social Gerard...
"You too"
I thought he was going to be a dick about it and punch me or shove my head down the toilet, like any normal kid round here would do.
But then again, Frank's not a dick from the few times I've shared a conversation with him. He also has a great music taste (well, not what most kids round here would say).
We are kind of in the same position really, except I bet he doesn't self harm like me. Frank gets bullied, like I. Frank listens to the same music, as I. Frank gets beat up a lot, like I. Frank doesn't have many friends, like I. So I don't know why I expected a beating really. I think it's just an instant thought now.
"Gerard, I asked you a question!"
Urgh I hate Miss Tooler. And she hates me. She's always nagging at me to pay more attention, and get on with my work, and raise my hand more because she expects better from someone as intelligent at English as I.
Personally, I just think that's discrimination to the kids in the lower classes. Yeah, they might find it harder to piece things together, or need a little extra help to find words that fit together properly, but it doesn't mean that because they aren't as smart as me, that they never pay attention, or raise their hand, or never get on with their work.
Like, sometimes people in my class need help with things too. Teachers just don't get it. They think that as soon as you're in the smartest class, that they can just leave you to do everything on your own, and that you don't need any help. And that people in the lower classes are automatically thick, and can't even read a question on their own and need to be talked to like they are 5 years old. I really ha-
"Wait outside please Gerard, before I lose my patience with you"
Everyone except Izzabelle Bruce laughed at me, she just gave me a sympathetic look, and then looked back down at her work.
"Fine, sheesh"
I really hate this bitch with a passion (Miss Tooler, not Izzabelle).
You know, I feel sorry for Izzabelle, like, she has friends and all, like 2 friends, and then the few nerds she talks to sometimes. She never gets bullied, people are nice to her, but don't really notice her. She's nice to everyone else. I like Izzabelle, she's never done anything to me, and she has talked to me once in the cafeteria. She asked me where Amy and Hayley were. I just said I thought I saw them at the back of the cafeteria, she turned around and they were sat there at the back, not at their usual table. I'm guessing that's why she couldn't find them. She thanked me, and that's the last time I spoke to her, about 13 months ago.
The next thing I knew, Miss Tooler was stood outside the classroom talking to me and I hadn't even realised, I was too busy in my own thoughts.
"Gerard?"
"What? Um...I mean, yes?"
"Are you okay? You seem a bit down reccently. You've not been paying much attention in class and everytime I ask you a question, I have to repeat myself several times before I get a word out of you. And I've just been speaking to you then, and I bet you didn't hear a word of it did you?"
"Umm, well, I'm just tired. Sorry miss, won't happen again"
"Are you positive? You can tell me you know"
God like this cow cares anyway.
"Yes I am fine bloody hell"
"Gerard don't talk to me like that!"
"URGHHHH!! I'M SICK OF TEACHERS LIKE YOU TRYING TO GET A NOSEY INTO MY PERSONAL LIFE! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I KEPT ASKING YOU QUESTIONS ALL THE TIME?! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, FUCKING HELL!!!"
Shit, I didn't mean to swear at her. Or shout like that. She looked like she was about to speak, but then closed her mouth again. I didn't know what to do. So I decided to run back in, collect my things, and I just ran away. Just like that. What was I thinking?
Dammit Gerard, you've got yourself into so much shit you bellend. Fuck. I ran to the boys toilets at the end of the corridor. I just hid round the back of the stalls, got my ipod and earphones out, and played Of Mice & Men - Bones Exposed.
I'm sure one day I was going to go deaf with how loud I have my earphones, and how often I have them in. Oh well. You know what they say.
'If it's too loud, you're too old'.
I love that phrase. A few more songs played - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy, We Are by Hollywood Undead, and Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects.
I checked the time.
9:19.
I put my iPod and earphones away, grabbed my bag and set off for a walk. I walked down the English corridor, looking through the classroom windows. A passed a few, and then I spotted Frank sitting in the corner at the back. He spotted me too. So I just smiled at him, and he smiled back. Aw, he has an adorable smile. Aw aw aw!
Gerard shut up!
I put my head down and carried on walking, to find I was on the maths corridor. I let my mind drift away to thinking about Faye.
I really miss her. I haven't seen her in about 4 months. We really need to catch up. I get my phone out, and create a new message to 'Fayeybob<3:3' I let my fingers dance around above the keyboard for a while, figuring out what to say. I decided on our normal greeting and just sent her a message saying
'Hiii Fayeybob!!xo'
About 5 minutes later, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I got it out to read the message. It was from Faye! Ahhh! It read
'Hey Geegeepoo c: Long time no see:( xo'
I heard a teacher talking in the distance, so I slid my phone into my pocket. We weren't aloud them out during lesson time.
I continued my walk round school, and ended up near art. The teacher who was talking was Mr Wilks, one of the drama teachers, and he was talking to Mrs Mamp, who taught ICT.
I checked the corridors for any teachers. None in sight, so I got my phone back out and replied to Faye. It said
'So how have you been? I've missed you so much! Are you doing anything at the weekend?xo'
It took longer for a reply this time. 8 minutes. My phone buzzed, making me jump, as I don't normally have it on vibrate. No text from Faye. It was from mum.
'We're going to the Bruce's house tonight. They are having a little gathering to celebrate Mr Bruce's promotion, and we have been invited. Be home for 5, and DON'T WEAR ANY OF YOUR USUAL CLOTHES! I mean it! Wear something presentable for once. Love mum x'
Oh so I don't look presentable? Too bad mum, too bad. I didn't bother replying, and just put my phone away and headed for maths, seen as the bell was about to go.
Notes
Sorry, my writing is terrible. I hope you like this one. It took longer than the last one, and it's a longer chapter too. I'm in the process of writing Chapter Three now, as I upload to Wattpad first, and this story has been on Wattpad since about March/February. If anyone is interested in Asking Alexandria/Brusnop, I have one up on Wattpad too. If you want to check it out, my Wattpad name is mychemicalalexandria. Thanks for reading so far and baring with!
Also, if you would like to enter my book cover competition thing, you'll be able to find the details on this story on Wattpad.
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Peace, love, empathy
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Hahaha, sorry about that. I have the same problem when reading American stuff. Like we have a different meaning of pants for one, different spellings and different names for the year of school you're in
6/14/14