Despite the previous day's events, Gerard felt hopeful about his art session today; he had made a list of things to apologize for and a secondary list of things to converse about should the apology go well. He muddled through his first six sessions with faint attentiveness, biding his weird excitement for his seventh and final session of the school day.

Gerard was sitting in his Algebra II/ Trig class, his sixth period, doodling white lilies for some peculiar reason. Catching himself, he erased the stupid drawing and attempted to regain control of himself enough to pay attention to the last fifteen minutes of lecture. He found himself, however, pondering the strange pull that the Lilith seemed to have over him. There was no way that Gerard was going to let himself be captivated by some girl who didn't even like her first name, which Gerard noted was just as beautiful as she was. Dammit, he thought, Lilith's beauty meant nothing to him, or at least it shouldn't. Gerard had no intention of caring for this girl, because he knew how it would end - the same way it always did. Gerard would fall hard for her, she would reject him. It was a simple algorithm, Gerard convicted; he figured the mathematical reference was restoration for his utter disregard for the day's lecture, which, as Gerard's luck went, looked particularly intensive and confusing as it sat dauntingly upon the dirtied white board. In a "Hail Mary" attempt to get control of his thoughts that were even beginning to confuse him, Gerard mused over what qualities made a white board better than a good ol' black board. It couldn't be that a dry erase board was any cleaner than a chalk board; they each made a mess in their own respects. Gerard supposed it might be a preference decision, and, recalling the sound that occurred when some idiotic joker slid his nails down a chalk board's surface, he understood why a teacher would prefer a dry erase board. Plus, you could get vibrant, smooth colors with dry erase markers - something that chalk would never be able to offer. Gerard himself had a small-scale white board in his house, accompanied by an abundance of matching markers. It was free range memo space for his family, but it was predominately used by himself and his kid brother, Mikey, to doodle on. Gerard loved drawing on the thing; it was so easy to make simple cartoons on the smooth surface, something that chalk could never come close to matching. Gerard needed no more reasons - white board were obviously superior. Duh.

The melodic chime of the bell rang through Gerard's ears, interrupting his aimless meditation and causing him to start. It didn't take long for him to recover, though, and he was out of the door with the first ten students. Gerard didn't even stop at his locker; he wanted to be seated before Lilith arrived so that he could initiate the conversation, that way he would have some sense of control over the direction it took. He strode into the art room before any of his peers and received a curious glance at Mrs. Piers.

"You're early today, Mr. Way," she observed aloud. Gerard wasn't sure what an acceptable response might consist of; he was never good at meaningless social interactions.

"It appears that way," he replied, deciding that it was a better response than a simple nod or a "yup".

"Is there perhaps a particular reason to this new found sense of punctuality?" How could Gerard have slipped past Mrs. Piers' omnipotent gaze? She was exceptionally intuitive and observant, there was no way for Gerard to get past telling her the truth. He approached Mrs. Piers' desk to confide in her secretly.

"I'm waiting for Lilith. You see, I wanted to get here before -" The perceptive artist waggled her finger as one would to a child reaching for candy off a store's shelf, cutting off Gerard's to-be verbal polysyndenton.

"No use now, Gerard, it appears as though you've scared her away." She said, ending the sentence by creating suction between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, in a scornful nature.

"What do you mean?" Though he had an idea of what the aged teacher was saying, Gerard refused to accept the abstract statement as truth.

"Lilith Wilson transferred out of this class, I'm afraid. She said, and I quote, 'Gerard Way was exceedingly rude to me yesterday, and I would prefer to be in different class, because I refuse to deal with extensive social trouble during my very first week here.' She was pretty respectful, so of course we aided her. Lilith is now in third period, with Mr. Toro and your sibling. Maybe you'll think twice next time before being a harsh individual." By that time, nearly the entire class had made it to their seats and were talking obnoxiously among themselves, but Gerard couldn't be annoyed with them now for he was standing, mouth agape, completely dumbfounded. Lilith had actually transferred away from him. Had he really been that insufferable?

Mrs. Piers had stood up, ready to address the class, but Gerard felt himself incapable of flexing a single muscle. He was frozen like a poorly sculpted ice statue in a walk-in freezer, there was no hope for him at this point. Several things ran through his mind, the dominant one questioning why he cared so fucking much that Lilith Shay Wilson had transferred out of his art class. Shouldn't he be glad that she wasn't going to screw his second to last project of the school year up? Logically, yes, but he couldn't paint a satisfied smirk on his face and take his seat to resume his work.
*** "Hey, you know that new girl, Lilith?" Gerard decided that he was going to talk to Mikey about this enigma of a person, since he knew they now shared an art class. They were walking around campus to get to their car that was parked on the other side of the entrance.

"You mean Shay?" Mikey amended the added, "Oh, that's her middle name."

"Yeah," Gerard sighed, defeated, "I know." He realized now that it wasn't Lilith that was the awful, bitchy one, it was himself.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"Nevermind."

"Whatever, bro." The brothers were approaching the practice fields where Girls Varsity Soccer practice was just beginning. "Oh, fuck, Gerard, you wanna watch the babes a bit?" Gerard shoved his brother playfully with a laugh and shook his head. He hated when Mikey objectified women like that, but he knew that in this instance, Mikey was just trying to lighten Gerard's gray mood. Mikey was a stereotypical jock, well minus the brawn, that is. Mikey played soccer, which happened to be the favored sport in San Diego for some unknown reason, and lacrosse. He was popular and pretty douchey to anyone that wasn't Gerard or Ray - his best friend. Gerard loved him though, because he knew Mikey, and he wasn't a bad kid, he just has this unquenchable thirst for being at the top of the social food chain. As long as Mikey held his morals, Gerard would let him complete his quest. "Come on, Gerd!" Oh how Gerard loathed that nickname. "Shay's on the team!!" Mikey always had this way of knowing exactly how Gerard felt about everything, and he could definitely tell that Gerard felt something more than curiosity about Lilith, even if Gerard didn't know it himself. Nevertheless, Gerard was hooked, and agreed to watch part of the practice with his astounding kid brother. ***
They ended up staying the entire practice, much to Gerard's dismay. Gerard had spent nearly the entire practice sketching an idea for his art project, while occasionally searching for Lilith on the field. Turns out she was phenomenal, and everyone loved how she played. Gerard wasn't sure what was so good about her, but apparently he was the only one.

As the girls were dismissed Mikey ran up to a senior to strike up some sort of flirtatious conversation with her. Gerard laughed at the thought of how a sophomore could possibly have that much 'game'.

"You can stop using your brother as an excuse to stalk me, Way." Gerard had been busy eyeing his brother make the blonde forward swoon when Lilith approached him. Well, she didn't exactly approach him on purpose, she was really just passing him on her way to her car and decided to say something.

"I-I'm no-" Gerard stuttered, trying to think of some way to save himself quickly.

"No need for excuses," Lilith called from a distance. Her car was parked close to the practice field, so her journey was short and sweet. She lowered herself into her gray Ford Taurus SE - which Gerard guessed stood for "Sports Edition" - and fumbled with something that was in her center console. Gerard wondered what she could have been looking for, but not for long. In one swift motion, Lilith plunged a cigarette in between her pale-rose lips and lit the cherry which emitted a small stream of smoke. She turned her engine over and a very loud version of some random screamo song reached Gerard's ears. For the second time that day, Gerard's mouth hung open in amazement - this girl was some sort of multi-faceted puzzle and as much as Gerard didn't want to bother with solving it, he was desperate to know how the pieces fit together.

"She is so fucking badass." Mikey breathed next to Gerard. Gerard hadn't even noticed his approach, but he meekly nodded his head in agreement

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