Well, I can explain what happened to my faith.

I let my gaze travel to the person and realized that.... it was actually a she.

It was almost impossible to see her face, as her wavy auburn locks had managed to perfectly veil it. I tried to get back up, and the fact that she was still on top of me wasn't helping much.

Her hand struggled to reach out to something for support, before it landed on a locker handle. She lifted her weight off of me while firmly clutching onto the handle. As soon as she stood up, I didn't waste even a millisecond to get back on my feet again.... unlike her clumsy self, of course.

The first thing I noticed her doing was..... straightening her floral knee length dress. Yes, a floral knee length dress. Eww. I stood there as she kept tiding her dress without even giving me a single glance. Wait... was I really waiting for an apology?

I couldn't resist my urge to not say anything anymore. I snorted, "Looks like someone's mommy didn't teach them manners"

Now this made her head shoot right up. Only then did I realise..... she was beautiful. Her skin wasn't pale, it didn't even appear as if she had a tan. It was just that perfect caramel that made you want to touch it. Her eyes were a chocolate brown with a somewhat visible glow. But surprisingly there wasn't any trace of make up on her face.

Cheesy much? Don't worry, because ALL this leads me to only one conclusion.... which is, she's one of those popular preppy bitches. Her redeeming glare upon me was enough to approve of that.

She spoke with a Pokerface, "oh right. I'm really sorry.... because you can't walk straight." And her expression was replaced by a bitter smile. My mouth would've fell open at that time. See? I was right. She's indeed a stuck up preppy bitch.

I knew it because I had a thorough thesis about girls like her in Belleville high; except for the fact that their face was always covered with tons of make up. Doesn't change anything though. She still had that bitchy tone in her voice.

I don't even know from where I got the sudden courage from, when I started speaking with an amused tone, "Okay, so now I wasn't walking straight?! Miss whoever you are, for your info I was just centimetres away from my locker, when YOU out of nowhere just decided to hurl me down to the floor!" She spat back, "you wouldn't have been 'hurled down' if you would've just get out of my fucking way!" I gave her a look that said 'what the fuck do you mean?'

She ignored my glare and straightened her dress further, before storming right past me as if she didn't even came across me in the first place. I couldn't help but mutter a 'preppy bitch', which unfortunately she had heard. I knew that this could cost me, because my conscience had guessed that she was bound to have one of the jocks as her boyfriend. So that really wasn't a good idea. She walked a few steps backwards before stopping right beside me. Then without even caring to 'grace' me with a look, muttered, "asshole."

And then stormed off. Okay, now was she gonna tell this to her jock boyfriend, because then my life here was bound to become a living hell. And if I get bullied by her and her nosy friends, that wouldn't come off as a surprise.

Couldn't keep your mouth shut, fucktard?

So you're back then.

Yeah. But you know right you might've gotten yourself in big trouble.

Fuck it, she deserved being called a 'stuck up bitch'.

Yeah, was this 'brave Gerard' on a vacation in his previous high school? Because I don't recall even a single time that he dared to stand up for himself there.

Shut up! I did stand up for myself! Really? Was it when those jocks shoved you in those dingy lockers, and you BEGGED them to leave you alone?

You're so mean.

Truth hurts. Doesn't it?

Go the fuck away!

*In the classroom*
I had collected my period schedule from the principal's office shortly after my little encounter with the stuck up bitch. Well, I think the name suits her. Plus I didn't even know her real name.... huh. As if I give a fuck.

So now I was in the class room, with my eyes scanning for an empty seat. Most of the seats were already taken. There were some who were chatting loudly, while some laughing their asses off. Then there were some who were buried deep in their books and some who were flirting. Typical high school teens.

I finally found a seat, but it was in the far end corner of the class at the back. Perfect. I could use some privacy now. Well, I'd always been a back bencher anyway. I walked over to that seat, then plopped down my bag on the desk before sitting down. Thank god the seats are separate, otherwise I couldn't have tolerated another being seated just beside me. Like I said I don't really like socializing much.

My first class was of biology. Ugh... I don't really hate it, but I don't even like it. I took out the folded period schedule from my pocket and started scanning it quickly. Biology, Chemistry, Maths, Art, again Art and then recess. Great! I have Chemistry next and then two Art classes consecutively! If only there was no Maths. I hate Maths. Actually hate would be an understatement.

Suddenly I was interrupted from my thoughts when someone came and took the seat across from me. I looked sideways and for a moment I could feel myself staring daggers at her. Yes, it was her. Damn.

At first she didn't seem to notice me, but then after settling in she turned her head around and yes, her expression was a valid proof that she didn't expect such a sight. It seemed like she was studying my face for a second, but then the next second she stuck out her tongue at me. I scrunched my nose up at her, and she did the same.

Then she turned around immediately as if someone had called her. She seemed to grin and wave at them. Of course her snobby little friends. She got up and walked over to the front of the classroom where a small group of girls were grinning at her. I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't actually see it.

They hugged and then started laughing over something. Then they started chatting. I mean if you really can't be without your 'friends' then why the hell sit here at the back of the class. Moreover, right across me. Okay, maybe she didn't sit here just to annoy me. I mean come on, do I really think she has even a slight bit of interest in wasting her time annoying a freak like me? Don't know though. She might. If she's planning on taking revenge.

Then I was once again snapped out of my thoughts when someone, supposedly the teacher, entered. Everyone were back to their seats in no time. Even her. I decided to not look in her direction. Everybody stood up and greeted the teacher. I did the same. Then after cueing for us to sit down, a smile spread across her face. She brought her hands together once the class was quiet enough. Then she spoke, "okay so good morning students. There's a new student with us here today."

As soon as she said that, I could feel my stomach tie into a knot. Then she gave me a warm smile and gestured for me to get up. I still can't figure out how the hell did she know I was sitting here. Well, doesn't matter. She said, "so Gerard, would you like to introduce yourself?" No, not really. I slowly got up and gave out a nervous smile. Ugh... now here goes nothing.

I opened my mouth, "Hey, I'm Gerard Way. I just moved from New Jersey and I'll be studying here this year." That was lame. I know. All the eyes were on me and I really had expected someone to mutter 'freak' or 'emo', but kinda to my surprise no one did. Some nodded their heads. Then the teacher spoke again, "Welcome to St. John's Gerard. I'll be your biology teacher, Mrs. Meyers. I hope you have a good time here kid." She smiled and surprisingly some of the students smiled at me too.

I sat down hesitantly. Then out of the blue, looked in her direction. She rolled her eyes without even turning towards me. I did the same before turning my attention towards the teacher, who was writing down the topic on the board.

Notes

First of all I'm really sorry because I said this would be up shortly.... but unfortunately, the chapter was deleted and I had to write all of this again. So my apologies to you.
Much love
Cam xoxo