Headfirst for halos

The first bell rings.
"Fuck," I mumble. "I'm already late..."
I hurry to the office and tell the principal how I'm waiting for the new guy.
"Okay,"she smiles. "He's here now."
A tall, thin boy walks into the room. He has black hair that is shoulder length that partially covers his face.
His bag is slumped over his shoulder. He stares at his feet hopelessly.
"Frank, this is Gerard,"the principal tells me.
"Gerard, this is Frank,"I smile at him. He returns a weak smile mixed with a glare, not allowing me to tell if he hates me or likes me.
He nods. He and I walk out of the room.
"So you and I have the same schedule, right?"He shows me a slip of paper.
"Yeah,"I nod. "First we have literature."
He and I rush to his locker. He quickly pushes his bag into the confined space.
Before he closes the door, he grabs a few binder and a purple notebook.
We walk into the room quietly.
"Class, this is Gerard," the teacher smiles warmly.
There are a few low whispers that sound very mean, but I don't think Gerard hears them-I pray they aren't mean to him like they are to me.
Gerard politely waves and follows me to the back.
He drops his binders and keeps out the notebook. He rights Dow the notes from the board. I do the same.
After literature, we have art.
"Okay. Today we will have our usual drawing contest,"the teacher, Mr. Matson, explains. "The winner will spend the rest of today in here, and also will get to spend lunch in here for the following days of the week."
There are quiet mumbles.
"And you will have Gerard with you... Draw whatever is important to you... Your twenty-five minutes start... NOW!"
I think about what to think. The only thing that comes to.mode is my guitar.
I quickly sketch out the bod of the guitar and then add details.
I finish with five minutes to spare.
I glance at Gerard's paper. He draws a music note with band logos surrounding it.
I guess music is important to him. I feel the same.
I recognize many of the logos. He and I must like the same type of music.
The timer goes off and the teacher collects the papers.
"While I look at these, you can all tall amongst yourselves."
"So you really like music, eh?"I ask Gerard.
"Yeah,"he nods. "And I see you like guitars,"he grins.
"Yep. What mind a music do you like?"
"Stuff like the misfits... You?"
"Same... That's cool,"I smile.
"Mr. Iero, today, you are our winner. You and Gerard can stay here for the rest of the day," I grin.
The rest of class, and the whole day, Gerard and I talk about music.
"So... Who are your friends here?' Gerard asks oddly.
"Umm... No one...," I try to sound cool about it."I'm kinda that awkward lonely kid..."
"I'm your friend,"he smiles.
"Really?" I am astonished.
"Sure,"he draws in his notebook. "Why not?"
"I don't know...,"I feel like a dork.
He hums a soft tune. I instantly realize what it is: Helena by The Misfits.
He and I are gonna be really good friends. I can tell.

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