We Were Born to Lose

When I got off the bus I saw Gerard waving at me from the cafeteria. I wave back and run inside. He waves me over to sit with him and some other kid who he introduces as Frank. He was really short with black hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a Black Flag t-shirt with skinnys and converse. I sit next to Gerard who was across from Frank. "Wow you already made a friend i'm jealous." I say. Gerard laughs. "Frank was already my friend but he moved away about 2 years ago. I didn't know he moved here." He says. I nod. "Is this the pretty girl that Mikey's obsessed with?" Frank asks. I laugh. "Yeah this is Gracie." Gerard says with red cheeks. Awe he's so cute. "Well i'm going to get some breakfast, you guys want me to steal you an orange juice or anything?" Gerard shakes his head so Frank looks at me. "I'm good." I say. Frank walks toward the long breakfast line. "Hey what happened to your cheek?" Gerard suddenly asks. "What are you talking about?" I say. I used plenty of make-up to cover it up. "Right there." He says he lightly touches my cheekbone where my dad hit me. "Oh um I hit it on the side of the cupboard." I lie. He narrows his eyes. "Okay." Frank comes back with about five orange juice cartons in his pockets. "Dude you don't even like orange juice." Gerard laughs. "It's just too easy to take." Frank says. "Whoa is that Gerard's lucky jacket." Frank suddenly says looking at me. I look down. I had completely forgot I was wearing it. "Oh uh i guess." "Dude he's had that jacket for like four years now and he's never let anyone borrow it." I blush. "You can have it back if you want." I say looking at Gerard. "It's fine." He says quickly. The bell rings and we all get up to go to homeroom. "Whats your schedule?" I ask. He hands me the slip of paper. "Ew Mr. Turner. Try to stay on his good side. I never did." Frank says, looking over my shoulder at the schedule. "Yeah he kind of sucks." I say. We only had one class together, study hall in fourth period. "Dude we have almost every class together." Frank says, high-fiving Gerard. "Well I gotta go." I say. His homeroom was in a totally different direction. They nod and walk off together.
At lunch i look around for Frank or Gerard because they were the only friends I've ever had and i didn't want them to see me all alone. Kassidy was my friend kind of but obviously now she hated my guts. I keep looking around while I walk to an empty table with my lunch in my hands. I don't see Kassidy till it's too late and her shiny heeled black boots have made contact with my vulnerable skinny ankle. I trip and fall to the ground. My lunch goes everywhere. Parker and Kassidy laugh before stepping over me and walking away. I see two pairs of black converse running towards me and just like that I am lifted back up. I see Gerard and Frank with worried faces. "Why'd they do that?" Frank asks. "High school, man." I say. I pick up the tray and throw it away. We all sit at a relatively empty table. "You can have some of my lunch if you want." Gerard offers. He had brought his lunch. "It's fine i wasn't that hungry." I lie. They were both so nice but I hated needing help. Gerard shrugs. For the rest of lunch we talk about our favorite bands and whatnot and I almost completely forget about Kassidy and Parker. Almost.
I start for seventh period hoping I'm not late. I had gone to take like 6 Aleve in the bathroom to ease the pain in my abdomen. The bruise was large and hurt like hell. I run in just before Mr. Turner closes the door only to see Kassidy laugh and whisper something to her stupid friends. I sit in the back and hope i can finish the day in peace. Mr. Turner starts his lecture and i open my sketchbook where i start drawing a boy with a guitar. "Ms. Bishop please answer the question!" I hear Mr. Turner say. I look up. "Could you repeat it, sir?" He sighs. "What effect do you think the Roman Empire has on our world today?" He asks. My eyes get big. I had no idea. "I don't know sir." I say quietly. Kassidy and her friends snicker. He sighs again. "See me after class, Gracie."

Notes

Haaaai so this is the tenth year anniversary of three cheers for sweet revenge so i thought i'd add some of that to my title with panty poison's help of course. I'm not okay was the last song MCR ever performed and the last words are 'so long and goodnight. I HOPE YOU ALL CRY