It'll turn okay (maybe)

I grumbled waking up too early for my liking to an alarm clock set for shit. I ended up rolling off my twin sized mattress to the floor in an attempt to snooze my alarm. ‘Welp. Shit.’ I thought standing up, only to fall back down. “Urgg!” I angrily shouted, standing back up. I walked to my closet grabbing the first stupid shirt I saw and a pair of skinny jeans, throwing them on casually, and fixing my eyeliner. I looked in the cracked wall mirror at my hideous reflection. The shirt was a Misfits shirt, black skinny jeans, and a sad look. I quickly grabbed my favorite grey hoodie, and turned away quickly to grab my bag, slinging it over my arm, and ran upstairs. Of course, I not only ran up one flight, but 2, in order to sneak into my dad’s room, who thankfully wasn’t there, and reached into the top drawer to take a 20$ bill. I quickly left the house after, slamming the door to wake Gerard up. I grabbed my earbuds and shoved them in, pulling out my ipod, and putting on ‘Only Make Believe’ by Misfits and pulling up my hood. I found the closest coffee shop, ‘Pereza’, and walked in.
“Mikey Way, right on time! Usual, I suppose?” Their morning worker, Kate, asked. I saw her every morning, cause I really like coffee.
“Thanks Kate.” I sat in on a stool next to the pick up area. I sat humming, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I quickly turned my head, and pulled out an earbud.
“ Hi. You were humming Hollywood Undead, right?” This guy asked, flipping his head to move his shaggy black hair out of the way, so he could see me through his lined eyes.
“Oh. Uh, yea.” I stammered and blushed, embarrassed.
“Cool. I’ll see you around.” He said, walking away with a hot cup. I just started, trying to not let my eyes wander to his cute ass, which looked great in his skinny jeans.
“Wo Mikey. You just had a small conversation with a cute guy. ‘M proud.” Kate joked, laughing.
“Uh, I guess. My coffee?”
“Here ya go you little social butterfly. Have ‘fun’ at school.”
“Whatever. Bye.” I walked out of the little shop, still in shock of someone talking to me. I made the short trip to school, passing random cars and bikes, headed in the same way. I made it to the school, hearing insults this way and that. Welp, that’s school for ya. I got to my locker, ripped of the sticky note insults,and shoving everything I don’t need into it. I shut it, savoring this moment of almost silence, until I turned my head to see a bouncing Matt headed over to me.
“Didja didja hear? Mrs.Waterbrooke got fired!” Matt bounced
“The english teacher?” I got a nod. “Cool.”
“We have a new teacher. Don’t you wanna know who it is?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“His name is Mr. Armstrong, and apparentally he's cute."
"Alright"
"He's also in a band. It's just starting though. They're called Red Day or something. Not red, Green. Green day. Anyway, see ya around!" And just like that, he skipped away.

Notes

Okay first chapter of first story. Tell me how it is?
It is pretty short, but I will probably upload again tonight.
Feedback is always welcome!