"Alexander, are you sure that this is the school?" I asked nervously as he pulled into to parking lot. It's quite obvious, actually. With big letters that says: BELLEVILLE HIGH SCHOOL.

"No, no, I'm not sure. I studied there for four years, but still I'm not sure." Alexander spat out sarcastically. I looked out the car window and there were kids walking by and greeting their friends. Some were running with their books clutched in their hands, and some kids were on the phone while entering the school entrance.

I let out a sigh and opened the car door. This is my first day as a transferee, junior year. Exchange student, as others might say.

"Advice? For the first day?" I asked him.

He let out a smirk and closed the car door.
"Stay alive."

And after that he drove away.

I looked at the building in front of me. With chipped tan coloured paint and big glass doors for entrance. The girls passing by were wearing skirts smaller than their IQ and tops that were fitted like they borrowed it from their little sisters. This wasn't a good impression at all. But you know, high school is high school. Nothing you can do much about it.

I started to walk towards the entrance door, and most of the time I get glances from them.
I didn't bother, I'm a new student. They can look at me anytime they want.
I'm just kidding, my face is turning red like hell.

I opened one of the big glass doors, and I swear to God almost everyone was looking at me. Most of them were looking at me like they're going to maul me and shit. But some of them look approachable for some ways.

I kept walking in the hallway until I found the office.
I knocked three times on the blue wooden door and helped myself to go in.

"Good morning, can I help you?" A lady in her forties approached me. Even though in mornings, people don't usually approach and greet people until 10 am.

"Um, I'm a n-new student? C-can you help me?" I'm stuttering, shit.

She cleared her throat and asked for my name.

"Beatrice Allen. Junior year."

"Ah yes, miss Allen. Welcome to Belleville High. My name is Maggie Sanchez and I am the school secretary. Let me get your schedule, it's placed on my desk. I've seen your transcript, Ms. Allen and I am very glad that you decided to continue your studies here in Belleville. Your grades are remarkable!" She kept blabbering while I followed her to her desk. I looked at the other teachers that were passing by with their big white mugs of coffee. Looking blunt and not really that excited to teach for today. Of course, who would want to.

"Here you go!" She sung in a high tune. I whispered out a "Thank you" and looked at the crosswise sized paper.

"If there's anything you need, please come visit me anytime okay? Except 12 - 1 pm, because that would be my lunch break." She let out a laugh.

"Okay, thank you very much, Miss..."

"Sanchez. Miss Sanchez."

I let out a smile and quickly left the office. I opened the door knob and looked for Rm. 205, for English Class.

My eyeballs were searching for this room like crazy, left, right, up, down. No, just kidding. Left to right, right to left. The tension became somehow thicker because of the looks that I'm getting from the people. I'm so nervous that I forgot to ask where my locker is. I looked down at the paper that the secretary lady had given me. LOCKER: Locker #211 near room 205, COMBINATION: 127.

Oh thank god for the secretary lady, bless her soul.
I keep searching, I'm not good with this shit. Left to right, right to left. Then something caught my attention...

A pale faced boy with messy dark brown hair. He's wearing a black band shirt, and... Skinny jeans? Boys wear jeans like that? I walked towards the locker area and fished for #211, fortunately found it and opened the locker door.
I placed my bag and other things and closed the locker carefully. I looked to my right and I caught him off guard. Who? The boy that I mentioned earlier. He's looking at me.

He immediately looked away and walked fast. I stared at him the entire time until he reached his assigned room for 8am. Third Year English.
He seems interesting, I mean I stared at him that long. Obviously he's my topic of the day, as far as my second subject which is Math.

I entered the room and there were a few students. Some were looking at me and some were sleeping. With their heads on their desks. I sat on the last row of the room. Hoping that no one owns this seat. I looked across the last row which is the fourth. And there he is.
I don't want to say this, but this is the first time that I... Stared at a stranger for 2 or 3 times in a row.

He stood up and changed his seat, he walked across the last row and sat next to me. He looked at me for a short glance and pulled his gray hoodie up. He tore a small piece of paper and quickly wrote on it, then placed the paper on my desk .

You're new here, aren't you?

I replied. Yes.

Have any friends yet?

No, not really. Girls here look like sluts. No offense though.

I know. Don't worry about it. I can help you out here in Belleville High for a few days. I don't bite.

That would be nice. I replied with a smile on my face.

I passed the paper on his desk and accidentally brushed my hand to his. I got a bit startled though. His hands were cold.

Alright then, Gerard Way, by the way. Junior high school comic freak. Meet me up outside Rm. 210 9 am, for recess okay?

Alright, well.. This is your first class I suppose.

Yes, but I'm skipping class.

That was the last note that he passed, he looked at me and let out a half smile. Grabbed his notebook and left the room.

"Gerard Way." I whispered softly. His name is somehow familiar. I wish I could recall it.