The Insiders

Gerard Way didn't notice the walking pile of books until it was too late.
"OUCH! Mom, I gotta go! Crap, shit, dammit I'm sorry!" So it turns out that the pile of books with legs was a actually a short human being.
"Ah, cheese, I'm so sorry!" the girl, who had to be just under 5'4 was already on the ground, making a valiant attempt to pick up all of her books again and apologising at about a mile a minute.
Gerard winced and looked at his foot. Not only had the energetic girl's phone landed on his foot, but a crap ton of books as well.
In the flurry of the seconds that followed the crash, he had completely forgotten to help her with her books and was just standing there like a complete duche.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I wasn't really paying attention..." he dropped down onto the floor to hand her the last of her textbooks. "Uh... I don't think I caught your name..."
The girl looked up from underneath her side bangs and smirked. She had stunning blue eyes that seemed to hold a mischievous twinkle.
"Leigh" she looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, ah, Gerard."
"Welp, nice to meet you Gerard - cool name by the way - now if you'll excuse me I need to find my locker."
And just like that, she was gone.
"Hey, hey, hey, who was that?" Franks voice started Gerard who realized just then that he had been staring at the point where the nice, slightly frazzled girl had disappeared of into the crowd just moments before.
"Eh, just some new girl who crashed into me and spilled her books. No big deal.
"Dude she was fucking hot! This is like something out of a terrible fanfiction; I say take your luck and run."
"Frank, I just met her!" Gerard shrugged his shoulders,
"Besides, she's totally out of my league."
***
As she was leaving, Leigh saw Frank come up and approach Gerard, punching his shoulder playfully. She smirked. Yeah, no, not her type thank you very much. Gerard was just lucky he had gotten that much conversation out of her, much less her name. He seemed nice enough, though by the looks he got he could have his choice of any girl in the school he wanted.
Not that that was surprising; with his chin length raven hair, hazel eyes, and I Don't Give an Eff attitude, he was definitely not bad. But Leigh didnt do boys, especially ones who could have girls wrapped around their finger with a bat of an eyelash.
Finally, she managed to find her locker, a dusty old thing located in a corner next to a window with - score! - a ledge. Leigh had already found her designated lunch spot.
The halls were beginning to thin out, and she realized she had to get to class fast. She pulled out her schedule and did a double take. Art - and first period! Leigh could have skipped she was so happy. Too bad skipping attracted attention, and not the wanted kind.
After a few wrong turns, an untied shoe, and an incident which involved tripping over a mop and bucket causing a loud enough noise to start a zombie apocalypse, Leigh managed to find the art studio just as the final bell rang.
When she looke around the brightly colored classroom, her heart sank. It seemed like everyone had found a seat next to their friends. The only seat left was being fought over by two girls with extremely short shorts and Victoria's Secret "Pink" tops.
It took Leigh a moment to figure out what the big deal was. Finally, she was able to peer through the aggressively fighting girls to catch a glimpse at a very bored and annoyed looking Gerard. She caught his eye and smirked.
Then she rolled her eyes. He really was in te middle of a mess, and looked like he needed to get out of it. Plus the offending seat was in the very back corner of the classroom. The girls were so busy fighting they didn't notice the short brunette plunk herself down in the seat they were killing eachother over. The rest of the class did, though, as a wave of snickers rolled throughout the entire room.
Leigh lounged back in her seat as the two girls finally noticed her.
"Um sorry, but that's MY seat," the redhead hissed at her.
"Yeah!" Said the girl with the dyed blond hair. They seemed to have bonded in their mutual hatred of Leigh, who just rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe this was starting already.
She had decided to help out ONE person who had been nice to her, and World War Three was declared. See, THIS was why she was anti-social and hated people. All they do is cause problems, especially when you're nice to them.
But she supposed that when you're this deep, you might as well go all the way.
"Don't see your name written on it," she quirked an eyebrow, "And even if it was, as I recall, you both were too busy to sit down. I didn't want to waste a perfectly good chair, so I took the liberty of sitting down myself." Leigh grabbed her sketchbook and started drawing. The discussion was closed. The two girls in their impossibly short shorts (seriously was that even legal?) plunked themselves down in another seat up towards the front.
"Uh... Thanks" Gerard turned to her. No, oh no. "Do you wanna maybe hang out later with me and my friends?. We have our own cafeteria table."
For once, Gerard decided to take Frank's advice. I mean, this girl was kinda cool, and she would definitely fit in with his friends based on her Green Day shirt.
But Leigh just smiled sadly and his heart dropped into his stomach.

Notes

Chapter three is here! :D Just for clarification purposes, Leigh's name is pronounced 'Lee' not 'Lay'. I mean, if you wanna pronounce it 'Lay' I won't stop you, but I know it can be pronounced both ways so I thought I'd clear that up! Hope y'all enjoy, and remember, feedback is much appreciated! ^_^