Life is just a blur

'A new life. This is what I need' I think while going to the place where I'm going to spend my time instead of feeling numb and staring at a corner of my room.
High school.
I can smell human blood and hear the sound of their hearts beating. I put my hand on my chest, trying to find a beat. Nah.
I run a hand through my bright red hair while I make my way between groups of teenagers, going into the school and looking around to find the secretariat and ask for information.
Seems like I'm in classroom 318, with about other twenty people. Ew, I don't really like people.
The bell rings, and I start running to the room, going in to see the teacher, Mrs. Garland, staring at me and then facing the other students.
"There's a new" she pauses "kid in this classroom. Please, introduce yourself" she says
I roll my eyes (mentally. Hey, first day of school, I don't want a report!) and say my name is Gerard Way (uh), I was 17 (not really) and I "just moved" in New Jersey.
"Well, Way. You can sit next to the girl you think is the cutest" Mrs. Garland says smiling
What?
Furrowing my eyebrows, I start to watch the "kids" in the classroom. Every girl is fixing her hair/winking/staring at me in disgust.
Nah.
I hear a noise and notice a boy looking for something on the ground, then taking it and putting it on his desk. He puts a strand of his black hair behind his ear and I see a black plug in his earlobe and a tattoo on his neck. His eyes go up and fix on mine.
I see him smirking, and I start walking in the direction of a girl who is telling her friend, who's sitting next to her, to start taking her stuff to move. While the girl stares at me still batting her eyelashes, I suddenly turn right and sit next to the boy, smiling to him.
"Seems like Mrs Garland saw Donnie Darko recently" I whispered, making him laugh quietly.
"I'm Frank" he said
"Oh, you must be kidding me"
"Uh?"
"You're called like the giant bunny!"
He chuckles. He has a lovely laugh.
He looks at me in the eyes and smiles. His eyes are hazel, but when a ray of sunshine lights his face, they turn green.
He furrows his eyebrows. "Gerard, I'm glad you are sitting here, but pay attention"
"To what?"
"To who. There are some bullies here who like to call m-" he stops, looking at the teacher who is explaining something "some kids "faggots" and punch them, and shit like that. I, um, don't want you to be a victim..."
He stares at me. "Well" a sly smirk on my lips "I think I'll be able to manage that."

Notes

Hey, my name is Sara and I'm Italian. (Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. Please let me know, so I can improve)
I don't know with what frequency I'm going to upload, also because it's harder for me to write in another language. I do know what is going to happen in the story.
I think I need a co-author. If you're interested, you can contact me here. (is this how you do it? God, I'm so awkward)
I hope you enjoy this chapter. Comment, if you want.