It's Friday already (Hallelujah) and I'm already dead, from lack of sleep.
"Belleview sure is a nice place, huh Rachele?" I said sarcastically, grabbing on the stair rail as my knee bled from falling on the stairs.
The jocks always break my neck (literally) but now they seem to be going out of routine.
"Aw, come on, Frank," Rachele snickered, "Lighten up. At least you aren't failing Math again."
Math was my worst subject, considering that the teacher always hated me. And of course, Gerard told her EVERYTHING about me.
We were going to English with Gerard and I was sure we were going to die of boredom.
"I can't believe we're still here." Gerard complained, "It's one week from Christmas and we should all be feeling merry and stuff like that, not gloomy."
"Ugh, don't remind me." I said, remembering what we always do every year.
Rachele was looking at us, wondering.
"Guys, what exactly do you mean-" Rachele started, but the teacher said, "Hurry up now, we have to start the lesson."
I rolled my eyes, and we all went to the back of the classroom, where we always sit at English.
As usual, Gerard always drawn. This time it was two faces, with ummm...blood?. Ah, well, Gerard would explain when he's finished, he always draws freaky but beautiful pictures.
Rachele listened attentively to the teacher, As usual. And I was looking at the window with the snowflakes falling.
The bell rang after what was the teachers called one hour and I called one year.
"Class, class, do not get off your seats just yet.", Ms. Bell said.
Great, here's the part where Ms. Bell goes on and on about how great Christmas is and how we should sprinkle fairy dust on everything.
"Since it is Christmas soon, we are going to have a ball.", Yawn. "A Christmas ball, so I expect that if you are going, you would be wearing something formal."
I looked at Rachele and she was thinking deeply. I guess she's deciding whether or not she should go.
Gerard's whispering to himself, "Yes!" because that's one of the days we just chill and relax, plus he's a great dancer.
Of course, I won't go.
I suck at dancing.
"You may go now.", the teacher said, and everyone went out chatting on what they would wear and shit like that.
"You know, guys, this is actually okay-ish." Gerard started, "Rachele could be introduced to a lot of people at this type of things."
"Yeah, sure. I'm still not going." I said.
"Wait- why?" Rachele pulled my shoulder as I was about to leave.
"I suck at dancing. And no one would dance with us anyways, so why bother?" I said.
"Come on, you've been here around 5 years and you still don't know everyone." Gerard reminded me.
"I've been here for only 3." I reminded him.
"Come one, it'll be fun!" Rachele insisted, "And I'd teach you."
Teach me- what?
"What do you mean- teach?" I asked, just to be clear, I DO NOT WANT TO DANCE. Although, this offer is interesting...
"Well, I'll teach you and we would go together." Rachele looked pleadingly to me, "Pleaseeee. C'mon, it'll be FUN!"
"Rachele, the only time Frank would do stuff is that if Mikey begs him to do it." Gerard said.
Why did Gerard have to say that?
"Fine." I looked at them, anyways, Mikey would come convince me. You had no idea how powerful his puppy looks are.
"YES!" Gerard said, "Guys, I'll ask something from Ms. Bell first." Gerard went to back to the room, and Rachele and I went to Math.