Tears

I walked from lunch to my fifth period class in completely silence. I had art with Ms. Lancaster. She was a total bitch, and almost everyone hated her. I sat in the back left hand corner of the class, staring down at the table. About a minute later I heard the clicking of heels on the linoleum, and I looked up.
A girl with slightly wavey almost black hair, and really bright amber eyes stood in front of me. She had blood red lips, and a smokey color around her eyes. She looked a little slutty, but she was hot. She was wearing a short black dress with a keyhole back, and red fishnets paired with thigh high black lace-up boots that had about a five inch heel.
"Can I sit with you?" She had a smooth, electric voice.
I shrugged with a quiet sigh, "I don't see the harm in that." I muttered, not too enthusiastically. She smiled way too cheerfully before taking the seat next to me. "I'm Lyn-z!" She chirped, while pulling out her art book from her bag. Her name "LYN-Z" was written in big swooping letters on the cover. "That's an interesting way of spelling your name..." I commented. She nodded, "I really like how its spelled!" She giggled.
Then Ms. Lancaster walked in.
"Sit down and shut up!" She shouted.
Everyone fell silent.
She began the lesson, and told us the project that correlated with what she was talking about. We had to draw something that brought us joy. Ew... I'd draw food or something meaningless like that. The bell rang and I quickly got out of my seat, grabbing my bag and walking out of class. Lyn-z caught up with me in the hallway.
I groaned quietly as she began to talk, "Hey, um this may seem weird, but you're like, really attractive, and I was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend?" She hurried out. 'Like really attractive'? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
"Yeah, okay."
She smiled at me, "I'll see ya around Gee!" She said before running off to catch up to one of her friends I assume.

I walked down the street with Mikey. We were heading to the park to meet his friends, Tom, Marc, and Scott. He wouldn't shut up about how cool they were. When we got to the park, I saw three boys, I assume they were Mikey's friends, beating up on some kid. Mikey started shouting.
I immediately recognized the boy as Patrick by his long sleeved red and black shirt, and the baggy black skinny jeans. They were throwing names such as "faggot", and "loser", at him. I felt rage boiling up in my stomach.
"STOP IT!" I shouted when I heard Patrick groan. He rolled over and I saw that his face was all bloody. All three boys turned to me, the shortest one kneeing Patrick in the nose one more time. "What the HELL do you think you're doing!" I shrieked.
"Mikey! What the hell are you doing associating with such dicks!" I spun on my brother, and he staggered away from me. I shoved the three boys that my brother called friends out of the way, and crouched by Patrick who had lost consciousness.
Mikey had a quiet conversation with his friends and they came over to apologize, "We're sorry." The tallest one said, he was actually a cute looking boy with dark brown hair, and a lip ring. "I'm Tom." He introduced. I didn't shake his hand. He jerked his thumb to the shorter one, "That's Scott," and then to the middle one, "and that's Mark." And with that they walked away with Mikey.
"Patrick?" I shook the unconscious boy gently, trying to get my to wake up. I didn't succeed. I sunk my hands into his pockets, trying to find his phone. I pulled it out, and flipped through his contacts. I called the one titled "mom".
After two rings, a woman picked up, "Yes honey?"
"Hi, Mrs... uh..." I realized I didn't know Patrick's last name.
"Stumph. Mrs. Stumph... who is this? Why do you have my sons phone?" She sounded utterly perplexed.
"My name is Gerard Way." I introduced, "I know your son from school. I found him at the park, unconscious, and bleeding pretty badly. I think he needs medical attention, but uh... I'm no doctor." I rambled.
I heard her gasp from the other end of the phone. "What park are you at? I'll be there as soon as possible!"
"It's uh... it's the park that's about a block west of the high school." I told her.
About two minutes after Patrick's mom had ended the phone call, a black car pulled up. A frantic looking woman rushed over to where I was holding Patrick, and I stood up. She took Patrick from me and glanced around. My brother and his stupid friends were long gone by now though.
She asked me to come with her, so I complied.
I sat in the back of the car, holding Patrick on my lap. "Teenager scare the living shit out of me." I looked up as his mom spoke. "We're here." The car had come to a stop. I awkwardly got out of the back, and carried Patrick to the front door.
Once we were inside, his mom gestured to the stairs, "third door on the left is his room, and there's wash cloths in the linen closest at the end of the hall. Bathroom is on the door to the right of the linen closet." She informed me.
I carried Patrick upstairs, placing him on his bed before going to go get a towel. I dampened it with warm water, and walked back to Patrick's room. I wiped the blood from his face, and then his mom came up to help as well.
I stayed at his house for about a three hours after he woke up. We spent the day playing video games, and talking about drama club. It was about eight when I left, after dinner. We had hamburgers, and it was pretty nice hanging out with Patrick.
As I sat in the car with his mom, she turned to me, "So Gerard..." she began, "Are you a friend of Patrick's or..."
I didn't understand what she was getting at, at first, then my cheeks burned red, "We're just friends!" I almost shouted.
She laughed quietly.
When I walked into the house Mikey was on the couch with his dirtbag friends from the park. They were eating pizza and watching a movie, Rosemary's Baby I think. I decided I didn't want to be around them so I turned back out of the house, "I'm going to the neighbors!" I shouted, informing my mother of where I was going.
I knocked on Frank's front door, and after a moment it cracked open. A scared green eye peered out at me, and I realized that it was the woman who had thrown book at me, "Can I uh... can I come in?" I asked.
The door opened more and she stepped aside to let me in.
I stepped inside and then she bit me. I shrieked, "What the fuck!?"
Frank came running down the stairs, "Ma! Stop it!" He shouted. I could feel blood running from the fresh wound on my arm as Frank yanked his mom away from me. Oh my god, that bitch had done a lot of damage!
"We don't have any bandages!" I sat at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Frank. He was calling down from what I assumed was the bathroom. He had taken his mom to her room to keep her out of the way, and he was now looking around for bandages.
I heard footsteps accompanied by something ripping. Frank appeared at the top of the stairs with no shirt on. A warm blush crept up on my cheeks. He came down the stairs with the white material that used to be his shirt in his right hand. He was using his teeth to rip it into strips as he walked down the stairs.
He dragged me into the kitchen, setting the strips of shirt down on the table, "Take your shirt off."
I hesitantly complied, removing my black button up shirt.
He stared at me for a moment before grabbing my arm, "So uhm..." He sounded really awkward, keeping his eyes on the bottle of rubbing alcohol he had in his other hand. "This uh... this might hurt." He had leaned in really close. I could feel his warm breath brush against my lips. It smelled like cigarette smoke and mouthwash... I liked it. He held my gaze, and for some reason this close to contact made my jeans get a little tighter.
Then he dumped the rubbing alcohol on my arm and I shrieked in pain. He clapped his hands over his ears, dropping the bottle of evil liquid. After a moment he removed his hands, and carefully wrapped my wrist. He kept his eyes down after he was done, and I realized he had probably noticed the slight bulge that had formed in my jeans.
I blushed harshly and moved away, turning to get my shirt. "I should... I should go." I said, pulling my shirt over my arms, and quickly buttoning it up. A frown flashed across his features, but it quickly faded. "A-alright... bye..." He whispered.
I ran back across the street. Mikey's friends had left, and Mikey wasn't on the couch anymore. I sighed and walked upstairs to the room that Mikey and I were currently sharing, because the basement had gotten flooded.
I pushed open the door, and then shut it again, quickly. Someone else was in the room with Mikey.
I leaned my ear against the door and heard a scared voice, "Oh no, oh no, oh no. We're fucked." The voice was unfamiliar, but masculine. Then I heard a wet, sloppy sound, a kiss. "My brother wont tell anyone, Relax Pete." That was Mikey's voice. Oh my god, was Mikey gay!?
I spun and walked back downstairs quickly.
About an hour later. Mikey and his friend came downstairs, his friend left as quickly as possible.

The next day at school dragged by agonizingly slow. I learned that I had "Lyn-z" in three other classes besides art. We did not, however, have the same lunch period, which actually came as a relief to me.
The first class of the day was IB Chemistry. My teacher, Mr. Andres, was pretty cool. We made stuff explode today. I had this class with Patrick, and he was my lab partner. He came to school with a black eye, and a split lip. I felt bad for him.
My second period of the day I had twelfth grade honers Enlish. Lyn-z and I had that class together. Our teacher was Mrs. Tyler. She was an elderly woman, and kind of senile. We started reading "Catcher in the Rye" today.
Third period was my break period. Lyn-z had lunch this period. I shared my break with Ray and Ryan. We sat in the hallway, leaning our backs against the wall. We were talking about video games and movies. Ray was finally starting to warm up to me.
My fourth period class was calculus, or maybe it was trigonometry. I didn't really care enough to know. My teacher, Mr. Forwite, was a total dick. I shared calculus with Lyn-z, and we sat next to each other. We had a test in class today.
After fourth period was my lunch period.
I walked across the field with Patrick. He wouldn't shut up as we made our way to the tree to meet Frank, Brendon, Ray, and Ryan. I was also told that I would be meeting a boy named Pete. That was who Patrick was talking about, and it was getting pretty annoying at this point. I just wanted him to shut up.
As we got to the tree, I took in the scene.
Frank was sitting on Ryan's lap, They were situated amongst the twisted roots of the tree, talking about music. Frank was ranting about The Rolling Stones, I think, while he munched on an apple. Ryan was listening, nodding every so often.
Frank wore a wrinkled Metallica shirt, and blood red jeans, he also wore a pair of beat up red vans. His hair was messy and unkempt as usual, and he had eyeliner sparsely applied to his waterline.
Ryan was wearing a pair of neon orange skinny jeans, and a black Kiss tee-shirt. On his feet he wore ankle high black and white converse that were covered in dirt. His hair was hanging neatly around his face, and he had a butterfly painted under his left eye. I never understood why he would paint things on his face.
Ray was up in the branches of the tree, on a higher branch. He had a book placed in his lap, a new one that he had started today during break. He had a half smoked cigarette pressed between his lips, and one leg dangling from the tree.
Ray was wearing an old Misfits shirt, kind of like the one I had, just better taken care of, along with his typical faded and torn blue jeans. On his feet he wore black boots. His frizzy mane of hair was messy as usual, and he wore no makeup.
Underneath him on a lower branch, Brendon was hanging from his knees talking to a dark haired boy with a few tattoo's. They were talking about taking out this guys named Darek who's been harassing Brendon, and Frank a lot recently.
Brendon was wearing a slightly too large white button up shirt, and a dark green vest. He had a thing for vest I think, and to match, a pair of dark green skinny jeans. For shoes he wore blue vans. He had applied eyeliner rather darkly around his eyes, and his hair looked like he had just had sex.
The boy he was talking to was on the shorter side, I think he was like 5'4". He had pale skin that was slightly littered in tattoos. He also had shaggy dark brown hair that hung over his eyes in a fringe-like way. His eyes themselves where a hazel-amber color. They were outlined thickly with dark blue eyeliner, and I think he was wearing mascara. He had a thin, but prominent nose, nothing really special. He had full lips that were just a little darker then his skin. I also noticed that he had black nail polish.
Pete was wearing a black tank top that cleverly said, "Suck my Richard" on it. this made me laugh a little. Paired with his shirt he had ripped up black jeans that had been purposely cut open. He was also wearing black boots, like Ray's but they were more work boots then combat boots. He had a pair of sunglasses hooked over his hips.
Patrick ran over to him and tackled him to the ground, hugging him. They both laughed, and then Pete helped Patrick up. "So this must be Gerard." He stuck his hand out in my direction for me to shake, and then he dropped it. "You... you're Mikey's older brother." He squeaked rather uncomfortably.
Then I recognized him, he was the boy that Mikey was with that night that Frank's mom had bitten me.
"Uh, yeah. You're Pete." I said. I offered him an awkward smile, and moved to sit next to Ryan and Frank. Frank was watching Pete squirm a little. "Is everything okay, Pete?" Patrick chimed in. The boy nodded, "Yeah. Everything is fine."
Lunch was okay after Pete and I got past the awkwardness. My fifth period class was again, art with Ms. Lancaster. Lyn-z sat in the back with me again, and we talked. I told her about Frank's mom biting me, and rescuing Patrick from the park. She had no clue who any of the people I spoke of were.
Art went by quickly, and after that was sixth period. Health. Ew. I hated health... My teacher, Mrs. Garben was nice, but the class itself was horrible. I had health with Lyn-z, so her and I walked together.

Notes

Chapter 2 is up... I know that it's sucky, but whatever. There was a heated moment, and I bet Gerard felt so awkward in that kitchen. Maybe almost as awkward as Pete at lunch!

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