It'll turn okay (maybe)

On a lazy Monday morning, I walked into a coffee shop. Nothing much, just coffee. But, there he was. The guy of my dreams. Just sitting there, humming, with his hood on. I quickly bought a coffee, and headed over to him.
“Hi.” No response. “Hello?” Wait, he’s wearing headphones. I got to his side and tapped his shoulder.
“Hm?” He muttered, pulling out the headphone closest to me.
“Hi. You were humming Hollywood Undead, right?” I asked, moving my hair to get a better look at his hidden face.
“Oh. Uh, yea.” He stammered, blushing.
“Cool. I’ll see you around.” I grabbed my coffee, and walked out, putting a little swing in my hips.
“Wo Mikey.you-” I heard one of the barista’s say as I shut the door. ‘Mikey’. It’s a nice name.
I quickly got to the school and ran inside, avoiding all the legs being stuck out. Fast walking to my locker, I put my coffee in there, along with my skateboard. I slammed the door shut, and walked around, waiting for the inevitable fate.
“There he is. Our glitter star.” Izzac called out. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him.
“Well hello there Izzac. Don’t get too close, the gay might rub off.” I snarked. Even though I’m bullied and weak, I’m still a smartass with a bad attitude.
“H-he’s right Izzac. You don’t want that.” A short one, Charlie, said, quivering. Most of Izzac’s ‘friends’ are just there to not get bullied.
“If gay rubbed off onto people, that would of happened a long time ago. Personally, I just don’t want him to touch my balls.” Izzac laughed.
“Trust me. No one in there right mind would ever want to go near there.” He was red with anger now. I knew I was getting punched soon.
“Except all the ladies. They love sucking me off. And most love anal. Like you do.”
“Alas, you’ve caught my one final wish. To have someone’s dick inside my butt so far deep I cum all over the bedsheets.” There it was. A fist, moving in slow motion, towards my face. I saw it, and moved around to the left side of him, and sticking my foot out, so he’d trip. It wasn’t really in slow motion, I just like thinking it is like that. He flew forward, facing flat against the hardwood floors. Some of his stronger friends laughed, while others balled their fists up. I walked away, back towards my locker. I grabbed my coffee again, and my small pile of stuff in a bag, and got to class as the starting bell rang.
As usual, class went on as boring as ever. Except, the kid in the grey hoodie at the very back, doodling in his notebook. I saw him at every class. He was, to say the least, adorable. Every time the bell rang he was the last one out, and always kept his head down. I saw him last the class before lunch. I walked the same way as he did, except, I went outside while he turned to his locker. There, I saw Izzac. He saw me, and then looked at Mikey. He winked. Izzac was gonna beat him up, and there was nothing I could do about it. I watched him put his stuff in quickly and shut his locker, before walking back in the direction we came from. Izzac, following him, made a shooing motion with his hand. I quickly walked out, and around the building. I got to my tree, and hopped up, getting onto it. I lit a cigarette, admiring the smoke coming out of it. I saw a tall man helping a kid up and inside the building;Mikey. It pained my heart seeing him all beat up. Taking a swig of water, I relaxed, finally. After 10 minutes, I got out and walked back inside, chewing a piece of bubblemint gum along the way. The bell shortly rang after, and the lunchroom quickly was emptied. I got to my seat in english, the very far back and left. Mikey usually sat on the far right and back, yet he wasn’t here yet. About 5 minutes in, Mikey came into the room, and the teacher started the lesson.
“I’m M-” Mikey started, but was cut off quickly.
“Hi I’m Mikey aka emo fag. My fun fact is that I’m such an emo fag and will go home and cut my wrists until I die.” One of Izzac’s ‘friends’ Geffory said in a girlish tone.
“Office. Now.” He said, clearly not joking around.
“Well it’s true.” Geffory retorted.
“Now.” Mr. Armstrong repeated. Geffory rolled his eyes and walked out. “I will be pretty laid back, but bullying is one thing I will not stand. So Mikey, correct? Can you tell us a fun fact?”
“Uh. I-I can play guitar.” He said quickly. Intresting. Mr. Armstrong looked at me, acknowledging my turn. I stood up, proud of what I was gonna say.
“Hello, I’m Pete Wentz. I can play guitar, and I’m about as straight as Kim Kardashians Butt.” I sat back down, looking at Mikey. He was muttering something, and it looked like my name. I smiled and waved at him, and he did back. Mikey has such a cute smile!
Mr. Armstrong quickly gave a partener lesson out, and I saw this as my opportunity. I stood and walked towards Mikey.
“Hope you don’t mind. But everyone else is kinda dickish.” I said, flashing a smiling.
“G-go ahead.” He smiled back, pulling out his left earbud. Mr. Armstrong quickly explained the lesson, and we got to work. Mr. Armstrong started walking around the class, stopping at our desks.
“Are you alright Mikey? With the whole lunch thing and then now?” He asked concerningly.
“I’m fine. It’s not like it’s new.” Mikey replied. I looked curiously at him.
“Alright. Well if you have any troubles, come talk to me.” And he walked away quickly.
“What was that about?” I asked, looking curiously and concerned.
“I was beat up during lunch. Not much.” He answered, turning his head back to the assignment.
“Oh. Well it’s good you’re okay.” I knew Izzac would do something bad, but I don’t want Mikey to get hurt. We quickly finished the assignment and the bell rang soon after.
“Bye Mikey. See ya around.” I called out, waving as I skated out. Now, for some eggs.
I got to the store and bought a dozen eggs, getting back to my house quickly. I got onto facebook, and just kinda chilled for a while, till it was dark. But, a brilliant idea struck me. I searched for a Mikey Way on facebook, finding mine shortly after. I sent a friend request and a message.
‘Hey its Pete from english’
‘and coffee.’ Now, to wait for a reply. I waited 30 minutes before a buzz hit my stomach, and then a tennis ball to the chest.
‘Hi Pete’
‘How r u?’
‘I’m alright. You?’
‘I’m good. I’ve noticed u round school a bit.’
‘Cool’
‘We’re in all the same classes, how have i not seen u before?’
‘I’m invisible’
‘Well wanna hang out tomorrow?’
‘I guess’
‘Awesome! See ya later!’
‘See ya later.’
I actually got to hang out with Mikey Way! Thinking about it, I brought my tv and xbox up to my room and tiedyd up a bit, before it got dark out. Yet, when the clock struck midnight, the eggs struck Izzac’s house.

Notes

Alrighty! I tried so many times to get this uplaoded yesterday and it wasn't working. But I think I've got it this time. This is basically just the last 3 chapters in Pete's pov. I'm just changing it up a bit. Enjoy, feedback is always welcome.
P.S. Today's ma birday!