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I would've beat Gerard to study hall if it wasn't for these damn crutches. By the time I got there he was already sitting in the corner. For some reason there wasn't that many tables set up in the cafeteria yet. I guess being Monday and all. maybe the janitor was late today....hmm..I feel like pie...yeah a piece of apple pie sounds really good right about now....damn I'm fucking starving...I wonder if Gerard has any pie?...

I head towards the table. Surprisingly he wasn't sitting alone. Well it wasn't like he was sitting with the kid. He was sitting on one end and there was a guy I didn't know on the opposite end. I think his name is Eric...Eric Clapton..no wait that's that guitar player..mmm maybe Eric Roberts..I just don't fucking know..

Bam! owwww ! I'm so busy staring at Eric what's his name that I walk into the table. Gerard looks up from his notebook and smiles. Damn hes so cute. Kinda like a bunny. I'm just standing in front of him staring.

"You gonna sit?" He asks scrunching his face. Oh my god! He is a bunny! I sit down and he shuts his notebook.

"So you gonna let me see your notebook now?" I said reaching for it. He slams his hand down on top of it.

"No." He says matter of factly. He starts tapping his fingers on the cover.

"No?! why not?" I pout. Eric whats his face is looking at me.

"Where's Rays cd?" He says folding his arms.

"Gerard!..." I persist. He slides the notebook off the table and into his bag."Aw come on man..I let you see my tits!" I exclaim loudly. Eric whats his name raises his eyebrows at me.

"Mind your fucking business!!" Gerard snaps at him. Eric turns away. Gerard leans across the table."Elle what the fuck is wrong with you?" He says looking in my eyes. "oh I get it." He says laughing rubbing his chin.

"Look who’s talking!" I say. Gerard’s eyes were just as glassy as last night.

"Ok first of all...I didn't 'see' anything,” He said quietly. I rolled my eyes. "Okay maybe I touched something." he said laughing..."but I honestly didn't ‘see’. Anyway, the deal was for the cd." He said shaking his head.

"Oh the cd… the cd...does it have to be the cd..mmm...maybe I can tempt you with something else." I purred at him. Eric was looking at us out of the corner of his eye.

"You can try." he said smiling. "It wont work...but Id like to watch you try.."

We carried on like that the rest of the period. We decided to meet for lunch. He promised to buy me some pie. I love pie..but I think I love Gerard more...

Mikey was already in math class when I got there. There was a subsitiute..We were suppose to figure out the equations on the board and then exchange papers with our neighbor to check them. I guess the sub didn't know the answers. Mikey started scribbling...I stare at my paper then pick up my pencil..

I suddenly forgot how to use my pencil... I put the point to the paper and slide it. It made a mark. I drew a line and then another one on an angle. It looked kinda Chinese. I kept going filling up my sheet with marks... Hmm..I wonder if I this actually says anything in Chinese...maybe I'll ask the Wangs...owww...Mikey is poking me with his pencil. I look over at him.Oh shit..its time switch papers..I hadnt done anything yet. I hand him my paper and he wrinkles his eyebrows.

"What?" I ask him. The sub is posting the answers on the board.

"Elle..you didn't do anything." he whispered. The sub turns around. Fuck hes like 5 feet from us. Mikey is squinting at my paper. God Mikey please doesn't say anything. They'll fucking cart me right back to Ms. Roberts office. Mikey is biting his lip.

"Uh I sure did Mikey..." I say nudging him. Hes adjusting his glasses. "I uh just did it in Chinese.." I whispered.
Mikey raised his eyebrows.

"You speak Chinese.?" he asks. The sub walks back to his desk.

"Oh yeah sure. I write it too." I say very seriously." Now just put a little happy face on top and hand it back to me."
I hold out Mikeys paper. He takes it and hands me mine.

"You didn't even check my work." he protests.

"Fuck Mikey you're such a nerd.!" I exclaim "Give it to.."I turn in my chair and look around. Hey there's that kid from study hall sitting behind Mikey..I didn't know he was in this class. "uh..Eric whats his name.." I say waving at him. Eric looks up.

"You mean Dave?" Mikey asks. Dave? who the fuck is Dave? Ooh..Eric is Dave. I thought his name was Eric...hmm..

"uhhh..yeah him..um Dave??" I call out . Dave-eric smiles...hmmm maybe Ill just call him Derreck. "um can we all just switch papers?" I ask pointing to myself and Mikey.

He smiles at me. "Sure Elle..just uh..let me see yours.." He says reaching out his hand. Hes got this creepy smile. and hes looking at my legs... Is he flirting with me? or trying to flirt with me? Oh my god I think he is! As if.

"No Mikey already checked mine." I say tugging my skirt down a little. "Uh can you just check his?." I say. Hes still smiling at me. Its times like these when I wish Paul was around. Oh Fuck. Did I just miss Paul....Snap out of it Elle.. you’re fucking stoned..dont start reminiscing about him now...He fucking sold you out to the shrink..Fuck he jumped Mikey..You hate him... I can feel my temperature rising as I remembered.

Derreck takes Mikey’s paper. "So you don’t wanna see mine.." he says waving it at me. What a motherfucker. I am so not in the mood for this. He’s still looking at my legs.

"No." I say turning back around in my seat. God leave me the fuck alone. What the fuck you wear a short skirt and its like what a god damn invitation?

Derreck is leaning over his desk. He whispers loudly at me "Aw come on Elle..I'll let you see it and you dont even have to show me your ti-" I drop my jaw. Mikey is cocking his head to side listening. RIIIIIINNNGGG. the bell cut him off.

Holy shit the bell was so fucking loud. Like fucking a thousand decibels. I cover my ears with my hands. Its still ringing. Mikey was saying something to Derreck but I couldn’t hear. They were both looking at me. The noise finally stopped. I put my hands down. Mikey went to say something then stopped. He was looking over my shoulder. I turn around.

Paul is in the doorway.

I pick up my bag and throw it over my shoulder.

"Let me take that." Paul says

"Go to hell." I snap back.

"Aw come on again with this crap?!" He slams his hand on the desk. Mikey stepped back. Derreck looked down at his feet. Paul reached out and grabbed my arm hard. "Come on lets go." he says taking my bag. Mikey stepped forward. He was going to protect me. Oh Mikey. You poor stupid bastard. Paul is gonna beat the crap out of you again if you interfere. I shake my head at Mikey. Paul glares at Mikey. "What the fuck ..you got something to say." He moves towards Mikey.

"Ok..just wait a minute." I say reaching up and grabbing Pauls arm. Fuck. "Just...Mikey..uh..I'll be okay ..I'll see you later..just go." I stammer. Mikey doesn’t move. He just stares at me and then Paul. "Please Mikey." I whisper. He sighs at me and then walks out of class with Derreck.

Paul calls out after him."See ya later.." I punch him in the arm.

"Don’t you dare Paul." I tell him. Paul shrugs.

"Don’t what?" He’s grinning

"I mean it Paul." I say. Paul is in the doorway waiting for me to come out. I dont move.

"Aw come on Elle." He insists. I look up at the ceiling. "Fine baby..I'll leave him alone." He winks at me. Now I know Paul and that was about the best promise I was gonna get from him. So I hobble over towards the door and we start down the hall.

"You’ve gotta lotta nerve Paul" I say quietly as we walk. He gives me a boyish grin.

"Huh?" he asks

"You went to see Miss Roberts." I tell him. He's still grinning. I frown.

He stops grinning and looks at me seriously. "Ok Elle come on..Im just worried about you...You wont tell me whats going on.." he says touching my hair. I flinch. God a few months ago I could’ve sworn I loved him. Now just the touch of him makes my skin crawl. I tense up. "All right baby listen..can we talk at lunch." He says softly...lunch...noooo...I'm having lunch with Gerard....I start to shake my head no. Paul stops walking. "Oh I see..so I do something for you and you cant even do something for me?" He scowls. He starts cracking his knuckles. Fuck I hate when he does that. We were almost at my classroom door. I couldn’t wait to get away from him. "Well then maybe I'll just 'talk' to your friend again..I mean you two seemed pretty close back there.." Fuck he was talking about Mikey.

I stopped in the doorway and grabbed his arm. "Paul you promised.." I said biting my lip.

"aw Elle you leave me no choice..." He said pulling his arm from me. He handed me my bag and then started jogging down the hall backwards.. "Either meet me at lunch or..." he stopped mid sentence and cracked his knuckles again. He shook his head at me.

I collapsed in my seat and put my head down on the desk. Fuck I wish I was dead.Pauls voice echoed in my ears..'meet me at lunch ..or..'....I think I'm gonna be sick...

Toro comes bouncing into class. What the fuck he doesn’t even look hung over from last night. Mr. Richards was writing something on the board. Open your books to page 29 he says. Fuck. I didn't bring my book. I was gonna stop and get it but fucking Paul...Everyone’s opening their book. I'm just sitting looking at Mr. Richards. He sighs. This is like the fourth time I didn't have it.

"Do you want me to-" I start to say getting up.

Mr. R shakes his head. "Just share with Ray." He tells me… whatever. Toro slides his desk next to mine. He is way too happy. He opens his book, I lean my head into my hands and stare down at it.. Mr.R is starting to read out loud. I read along.

"So Elle.." Ray whispers. I dont look up. " I uh didn't know you and Joey were uh...uh..." hes tapping his pencil on the desk looking for the right word.

"Fucking?" I ask without looking up. Ray stops tapping his pencil. I turn my head slightly. Ray looks shocked that I would say such a thing. "Well..thats what you were going to say right?" I whispered back.

"No I was gonna say dating." He starts tapping his pencil again. I shrug. What the fucks the difference. Ray went on "well if you were dating him..I just figured maybe you could help me get a good price on that gibson."

"A what?" I ask. Ray flips the page in the book.

Mr.R stopped talking. Everyone had started writing something. What the fuck did I miss. Great I'm gonna fail this class too. I wonder if theyll call Lia’s mom...Mr.R is looking at me and Ray. Were the only ones not writing.

Ray stops tapping his pencil and starts scribbling. I start writing too, but not the assignment. I dont know what the fuck the assignment is. 'whats a gibson?' I write and slide the paper towards Ray. Ray looks over at it. 'guitar' he scribbles back. hmmm 'whats it worth to you' I write and draw a happy face. Ray looks at the paper but doesn’t write anything down. interesting...I think I may have just found a way to that cd.