The Light Behind His Eyes

Usually, my Monday mornings would be filled with eye boogers, matted hair, and the feeling to roll back into bed. Not today, not this time. When my alarm clock rang, I had no hesitation to get ready for school. Maybe it was the thought of going back to my high school, or the thought that I wouldn't be alone sitting at the lunch table. Frank was an outcast too, so maybe I had the idea of being an outcast with him.
I actually gave thought to what I was going to wear-which was strange because I usually would wear anything. I snatched my Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt, my unusually black tight jeans, (which I always found comfortable in some weird way) my ripped converse, and my jacket. I was already out the door when I realized I didn't comb my hair. I shrugged it off. It didn't matter to me. It wouldn't make a difference in my appearance anyway.
My shoulder bag hit against my side as I walked down the familiar streets. It wasn't as cold as usual, but the winter air was still a problem for my sensitive body. It was no surprise to find me with a thick jacket.
Now to remind me about the rules of high school: Talk to no one-except Frank. Don't get involved-unless it's with Frank. Why am I so obsessed with Frank?
"Hey there!"
Alex jogged beside me, "Heading to school?"
I nodded, "Just like every other teenager on a Monday."
Alex laughed, "True. Hey, so, if you need any advice-I'm here." Alex brushed his hair to the side, "Geesh, this weather is freezing."
I shrugged, "It's better than yesterday-hey, do you know a guy named Frank?"
Alex scringed his nose in thought, "Frank? Frank who?"
Right. Frank's an outcast. I shook my head, "Nevermind."
it wasn't long until we both entered the school.
Frank was no where in sight.
I walked into the office, where Mrs. Zarate handed me my schedule. She said, "Have fun."
Yeah, okay, sure.
Alex was waiting outside by the door, "What are your classes?" Before I could even open my mouth, he snatched my schedule and glanced through it, "Fuck. We only have second and third period together."
Alex seemed to take in interest in me, which was weird because I'm not interesting at all. I asked, "Can I ask you something?"
He nodded, "Yeah sure."
"Why are you, well, talking to me?"
He smiled, "We're neighbors, we might as well hang out then become strangers."
I smirked, but didn't reply. We walked side by side, entering the school 's quad. Alex was chirping on and on about second's period history class. I completely zoned out. The only class I was interested in was free art, the last period of the day.
High school had changed a lot since my freshman year. Everyone was divided into their own groups, like in the usual cliché movies. I saw the tacky football team, the sluts who admired them, the drama kids, the goths, the hipsters, and O-dang the metal heads. I can go on and on. There was just one group that I couldn't find. The outcasts. It was weird, I couldn't figure out where Alex belonged. He said, "Oh, I don't belong in a group. I hang out with only one person whose been my best friend since kindergarten. You'll meet him."
Oh, more friends?
Never thought I'd use that word again.
Friends.
Friends.
Friends.
"Gerard, this is my best friend, Jack."
I looked up to meet the eyes of-burrito man. You know, the guy who I almost ran over in the beginning of this story?
He immediately recognized me, "Hey, you're that guy who almost killed me."
Alex raised a brow, "Wait, what?"
Jack laughed, "Well, it's all in past anyway. But yeah, I kind of met Gerard already." He chuckled, "Nut my name is Jack Barakat, the weird, geeky, awkward friend of Alex."
The two made a few cheesy jokes out of the most random things. I had already grew fond of them. Though my interest was on them, I kept my eyes around the school. I fucking hate looking for someone. It's like a game of "Where's Waldo?". But in the end, I knew Frank would be worth it. I looked over toward the entrance, he was no where in sight.
First period: Loud teenagers, taking advantage of the old Chemistry teacher.
Second Period: Alex and Jack whispers jokes to each other, trying their best not to get kicked out of the classroom.
Third Period: I get my own bully named, "Stephan" during Algebra one who Alex confronted, but backed off once he was shot a glare.
Fourth Period: I slept.
And now lunch. I made my way to the back of the school. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed and Alex's and Jack's company, but I was use to the whole "being alone" thing. Besides, if I hadn't went to the back, I wouldn't have found Waldo.

Notes

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