It’s Monday morning.
I can’t even describe how excited I am, I’m also very anguished at the same time.
What if it doesn’t go well? What if Ray doesn’t want to be with me anymore?
But I have to go back.
I want to go on with my life.

I drink the last drops of my already cooled coffee and get up from my bed.
I put on the black jeans and the Smashing Pumpkins shirt that I bought on Saturday.
I go in front of my mirror and look at myself.
My hair has grown very much, my root growth looks a bit ugly so I put on a black stocking cap.
I really should cut my hair a bit, and dye them black again. Or should I try some other colour? Maybe vermilion? I’ve always liked it when someone has red hair.
Anyway, I have to do something to my hair.

I need to hurry; it’s almost a quarter to eight.
The school starts at eight, and I still have to walk.
The school is not so far away though, but it’s anyway better to be early than late there.

I grab my school bag and head upstairs.

Mikey is putting on his shoes in the vestibule; his school starts at eight too.
I smile at him and he smiles back at me.
I put on my black worn out sneakers.
“You ready to go bro?” he asks cheerfully.
“Hell yeah” I answer as I put on my jacket and he opens the door.
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So we are at the school now, we got here very quickly.
I haven’t seen any of my friends yet, so I’ve just been with Mikey and his few friends.
But now I need to go for my first lesson, the class is on the fourth floor and there is no elevator or anything, which is the thing I hate the most in our school.
But it keeps the students fit.

I grab my phone from my pocket and check the clock.
Oh fuck, I’m late.
I run up the stairs as fast as I can.

I have to tell that as I ran past the third floor I thought I saw somebody familiar looking there.
And not just somebody, I thought I saw the boy, the boy whose life I saved.
But I think it really wasn’t him, it just can’t be.
It would be too strange coincidence.
So I quickly forgot the boy I saw.

I reach the class just as the teacher is closing the door.
“Mr. White! Wait” I shout at him.
He looks at me surprised.
I go past him to the class very quickly.
“Wow, I thought you’d never come back” I hear him mumble.

The next thing I hear is a shout from the back of the class.
“Holy shit! Gerard! Is it really you!?” Ray shouts and gets up from his seat.
I walk towards him, smiling at him.
“I thought you’d never come back” he continues and hugs me.
“I’m okay now” I say and smile. He hugs me again.
“I’m sorry I stopped calling you an--“ he starts.
“It’s okay, I was an asshole. I pushed you all away” I say interrupting him, I can just blame myself.

“Gerard and Ray, please sit down so we can start the lesson!” the teacher shouts at us.

Thank god there was an empty seat next to Ray, so I could easily continue talking with him.
We talked through the whole history lesson.
“I was really getting used to the fact that I would never see you again” he said at one point. I understand him. I feel so sorry for making him feel so sad.
“Every now and then somebody talked about you and we were all almost sure that you were already, you know, dead” was something he said that really startled me. Did I really look that depressed during the last days before I stopped going to school?
I also heard some whispers I know I wasn’t supposed to hear during the lesson.
They were all something like “Why did the emo kid have to come back?” and “I thought he already killed himself”.
But I don’t care.
None of the whisperers could ever understand me.

Suddenly one of the bitchiest girls in our class said something that reminded me of someone again.
“You remember Friday Jess?” she asked her ugly friend who still seems to overuse make up.
“Of course I do! Why did the boy even get so mad? We just took his jacket and I was even about to give it back to him when he suddenly just ran away!” the make up over-user answers her friend.
“Well, those emo kids get mad easy so it wasn’t a surprise” the one with less make up says.
“I think he overreacted, really. And he’s new here so he needed to know who to be afraid of” the make up over-user says.
Please tell me they’re not talking about the boy.

But they probably are, it would explain so much.
It would explain why the boy didn’t have a jacket on last Friday.
It would also explain why I saw someone who looked very much like him here.
They also said that he’s new here, so that would explain why I haven’t seen him here before.
So it really was him.
I can’t believe this. This is seriously the strangest coincidence in my life so far.

I thought I’d never see him again.

Notes

I told you i'd probably update today, and i did :D
so here's another chapter again c:
good night people, i go to sleep now ~