'I wish I was an animal. An Ant maybe...'
My first day passes mind-numbingly slowly for the first couple of hours; Ray drops me off at my first class and I head straight for the seat at the very back of the room where I know I'll be able to hide from the tired looking teacher and not do any work. I don't know anyone, but ai can te they're all populars so my hate for them is instantly ignited. I ignore them and they try – and fail – to pretend they're ignoring me.
After two hours of staring at equation-covered whiteboards, texting under the table and giving out death-glares to ‘tough’ jocks, the bell rings and I stroll out the room to find a slightly apprehensive looking Ray, accompanied by a nervous Gerard.
“So how was your first taste of life in this prison then?” Ray asks me, rolling his eyes as a group of orange, fake tanned squealing girls bounced out of the nearest room and past us, swishing their bleached hair and batting their plastic eyelashes.
“Oh it was thrilling. Seriously, I think I might need to go lie down for a bit to recover”, I reply, my voice heavy with sarcasm, “What do you think Gee, wanna come and lie down with me for a bit?” I smirk, turning to face the black haired boy and patiently waiting for his reaction. A wave of red spreads across his face as his embarrassment becomes obvious. God it's fun watching him squirm.
As I stand in the murky, body filled corridor, I realise I have once again been left speechless by the words of a certain Frank Iero. I can feel him looking at me as the blush of red I know is sweeping my face slowly weakens and returns to some sense of normality.
Pull yourself together, Gerard. Jesus Christ...
“Uh, I’m fine at the moment actually Frank. Feel free to take full advantage of the school’s award winning medical facilities though” I reply, attempting a smile.
"Okay well, your loss" he winks and turns to walk away. As he descends the corridor he waves silently back at us and I can practically see his sarcastic smirk as he heads towards the main doors.
We don't see Frank for the rest of the day - I'm slightly disappointed to discover that we don't have any lessons together and also that we have different lunch periods every Monday - and I sigh inwardly as I realise I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to see him again.
So as I walk home, alone - Ray is walking with Frank as they practically live next door to each other - I'm not exactly in the best of moods. I mean, I'm just so confused about the whole Frank situation; does he like me? Would he ever really consider being my friend, or something more...
No. Don't think like that. He'll never be interested in you like that you moron so don't even consider it or you'll just feel even worse when it all goes wrong.
I sigh inwardly; my inner-self is right- Frank will never want to be with me. But why did he keep flirting with me then?
Yes he was.
No he really wasn't.
Ugh. Why the hell is life so confusing and messed up? I wish I was an animal. An Ant maybe. Ants never have to worry about whether a certain person likes them or not, or how to act in front of said person.
Great. So now I'm wishing I was an ant. Can you even get any more insignificant than an ant...?
When I reach my house I'm sick of spending so much time alone.. thinking about being an ant.. so I decide to sit on the sofa sulking until Mikey comes home.
"Hey Gee- wait, what? Why do you look so depressed, you were like, high on happiness this morning" Mikey exclaims as he shuffles through the door into the living room and sits down in front of the t.v, algebraic fraction homework in hand.
"Frank hates me!" I wail, my head collapsing into my hands, "He's been flirting with me but he hasn't and he keeps walking away from me and grinning at me and then he goes and ignores me for the rest of the day!"
I look up to see a very confused and slightly scared looking Mikey. He simply stands and stares at me for a moment before snapping back into reality.
"Gerard. Calm the fuck down."
"Great. Thanks Mikes, I know I can always count on you to help in situations like this..."
"Firstly, I am actually a great help in situations, but I don't even know what this 'situation' is," he says calmy, "And secondly, WHO THE HELL IS FRANK?"
Yay, I am actually really glad I decided to pick up this little baby of a story again, It's not gonna be a shakespeare or anything but I like it :) Please please R&R everyone! You know you want to- it will make this writer very happy... ;)