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A/N;
I haven't done much actual posting on here for a while, but as apart of my come back plan, I've decided to defy my suspected ADD and settle with on story to focus on, and so I deleted this and have redone it. Hope you enjoy c:
R&R!!!!
I opened my eyes slowly, smiling, expecting to see my bed side alarm staring back at me, reading, 7:00am. My smile faded as I realized that I was hundreds of meters off the ground. "Seat belts on everybody and please brace yourself for slight turbulence as we land", the air hostess' voice sounded all over the plane. I groaned and buckled my seat belt, leaning back in my chair wondering what my new foster parents would be like. Personally, I'd have rather just had a maid or something and just look after myself, but of course life never worked out as I planned so I decided that I may have as well just go along for the ride.
I spotted a sign that read "Jes Wolvers" and slowly walked over to the scarily happy looking couple. "Are you Jes Wolvers?" The man asked. "Yep.." I responded, looking around the airport, eying up a little kid in a pram. "We'll I'm Andrew Meyers and this is my wife Marian Meyers. We're going to be your new family." And with that last sentence I vomited all over Andrews shoes.
The car ride to the Meyers' house was silent and awkward. Most likely because the car wreaked of vomit and everyone was probably holding their breath, counting down the seconds to escape the car. We turned off up a long drive way and a massive house peaked over the top of the trees that lined the drive. It was amazing, a mansion, it looked like there would have been about 50 servants that cleaned it everyday. The white paint was spotless. There were two tall pillars holding up the front of the house. Ivy snaked all the way up the pillars to a balcony, like something out of a fairytale. I could see that there was a huge backyard and probably a pool. My thoughts froze as I realized. Of course they'd have a flash house and big yard. They're just a lonely couple trying to regain their love for each other with a child. I'm gonna hate to disappoint them. "Are you gonna come in?" Yelled Andrew front the front door. I shook myself and made my way into my new house.
"This is going to be your room." Marian said with an excited grin on her face. "It was our daughters, but since she's living with her aunty now, you can have it. I'll leave you to settle in. I'll call when dinner's ready." I wandered around the room, mainly because I paced when I was anxious. Moving families never became a problem to me until I actually got to the place. Then everything would only then set in. And then there was school. I made friends easily enough in New Zealand, but I was different from then. I wasn't going to make any mistakes this time. I sat on the bed, which was drowning under a enormous baby pink fluffy blanket. Ew. I took a decent look around the room. This would all definitely have to go. The bed was covered in soft toys and the walls were neatly plastered with magazine posters of overly ego'ed guys with unnaturally white teeth, covered by lips that were smeared with lipstick with a stupid name like “peach” or “salmon”. I knew what I would be doing the next day.
"So have you been thinking about school lately? Any favourite subjects?" School was the perfect subject of dinner talk to put me right off my meal. I'd been thinking about school almost ever since I left New Zealand, I wondered if I would fit in here like I did in New Zealand. It would probably be hard with my battle scars. "No I haven't really had time to think about school.." They looked at me, expecting something, but I held my ground. After about a minute Andrew broke the silence. "..Well, we're going to put you into Belleville High. You'll be starting on Monday, we've already been into the school to organize your arrival and Marian is going to take you to get your uniform tomorrow." Monday. I could feel my body go cold. It was too soon for me to be thrown back into that hell hole, even if it was a totally new one. In fact, that'll probably mean it to be worse!
After dinner I went straight up to bed and melted into the luxurious fluffy black duvet I had found in a cupboard with my iPod softly humming into my ears as I drifted off..
I looked at myself in the changing room mirror. Uniforms always made me look like a noob, but at least I wasn't going to stress over what to wear everyday. The neatly ironed white blouse fitted my small frame quite nicely but I thought the light and dark blue plaid skirt was too short. I was just a tad over halfway down my thigh and it made me look slutty. Definately not something we would wear in New Zealand for a uniform.. The rich red tie pulled the whole thing together and if I thought about it, the uniform made me look a bit like a rocker chick, something I tend to go for. I smiled as I realized that I just spent like five minutes staring at myself in the mirror thinking about how I looked in a school uniform, and if I may add, I didn't look too bad. I walked out of the changing rooms and Marian examined me. "You look very smart." she commented, "I can't wait to take picture of you tomorrow for your first day!" I groaned and rolled my eyes but couldn't help smirking as I turned around to get changed back into my normal clothes. We then went and brought my knee high white socks and disgusting black leather strap shoes. I wondered about how tomorrow would pan out, in comparison to my first day of school in New Zealand. STOP THAT! I scolded myself. New Zealand was the past.
"Jes! Get up and get ready for school! You can't be late on your first day!" I groaned and slowly opened my eyes to check the time on my alarm. 6:00am. School wasn't until 8 40am! I hope it wasn't going to be like this every morning. I rolled out of bed, literally, and fell on the floor. I scrambled and into the shower, where I was greeted with the relaxing little warm pitter-patter drops on my skin. I got dressed into my new uniform and put on the baby blue arm warmers I got that went perfectly with my skirt, then applied a little bit of bronzer to make my pale skin seem a little less pale and some black eyeliner that made my unusual forest green eyes stand out. It was winter in New Zealand at the moment so that made my skin quite pale and my eyes darker than usual. It was strange that they were still quite dark though. I fixed up my straight, black, layered hair that went just past my shoulders, did a quick check in the mirror and marched down stairs where I was greeted with the happy couple grinning from ear to ear, seeming pleased with my appearance. "I'm pretty sure arm warmers are against school protocol." Pointed out Andrew. I had to think of an excuse to keep them on. I couldn't take them off. "My body is still used to the winter, my arms are very cold, the school shouldn't mind anyway." I said casually. They bought it. "Here's some money for the cafeteria. And Andy will drive you to school on his way to work." Marian handed me a few notes and then kissed Andrew on the cheek as we left.
"Would you like me to pick you up from school, or do you think you'll be able to find your way home?"
"I think I could manage a walk home. I need the exercise anyway." I said with a little laugh, thinking about how much I really did need the exercise.
"Have a good day, sweetie." Andrew said and then drove off. I turned to the school and almost fell over at how over whelming and big it was compared to my old school. The front of the school was a big orange bricked building with about 10 stairs leading up to the entrance. About a hundred students were lingering out side of the school and going in side. The bell then rang, but I still wasn't quite prepared to go in. I waited until all the other teens rushed into the building and then slowly went in. I found a sign that read "OFFICE" and went to the office where a friendly looking old lady with glasses hanging off the end of her nose looked up at me from her computer screen. "Hello, how may I help you?" She asked sweetly.
"Uhmm, heey, I'm new here.. I think I was meant to come here to get my time table...."
"Oh, of course. Jes Wolvers?"
"Yep."
She handed me my time table. "Your first class is tutor, which is just up the main hall to the left. And if I were you, I'd apologize to the teacher for being late. Have a good day."
I walked off and followed her instructions to room 12. I took a deep breathe before I turned the knob to open the door..
"Ah. You must be Jes.. Yes?" Said an over weight, middle aged man with a mustache, from behind his desk. I assumed he was the teacher. "Yes. Yes I am."
"Well I'm Mr Dickinson, your home room teacher. Please have a seat. The bell should be going in a few minutes." As I walked up the isle to the back of the class, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I walked past a certain group of girls I felt like they were trying to kill me with their glares. I took a seat at the very back of the class and just stared out the window. Funnily enough, at that very moment, it started raining and I felt like I was in one of those depressing movies that are never memorable enough to remember. I snuck one of my ear phones into my ear and let the sweet melody of Pink Floyd's 'Comfortably Numb' carry me off into a trance. The bell rang for everyone to go off to their next class and I jumped, almost falling off my chair, as the "BRRRIIINNGGG" shook me back to reality. I then noticed there was someone sitting next to me. A boy with medium length, pitch black hair. I couldn't see his face because he was hiding behind his hair. As he picked his bag up to leave for his next class as, I remembered that I had no clue where to go for my next class, English. I fumbled for my timetable to ask if he would show me, but he was gone.
"Uhgg. I think English is here.." I had been walking around the school for about 20 minutes- The halls were now completely empty. I peered into the room full of people and hoped like fuck that it was my English class.
"Jes is it? You're 25 minutes late! Have a seat immediately!! You're lucky this is your first day!" Well first of all, how is it that she knew who I was?! And secondly, what a bitch! I casually took a seat at the back of the class again but didn't put my ear phone in, who knew what would happen if she found that out! The boy with the pitch black hair then bounded into the class room. Uh oh, he's gonna get it...
"GERARD WAY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IN A ROW IT HAS BEEN THAT YOU'VE BEEN LATE?! NO? WELL NEITHER DO I, I LOST COUNT ABOUT THREE WEEKS AGO! You will be staying in after class, again!" He shrugged her off and took a seat next to me again. He was still hiding behind his hair, which annoyed me- It's impossible to try and figure someone out if you can't even see their face! I wasn't in the mood for paying attention in English. She was talking about Philip Pullman, the author of the 'His Dark Materials' series. I had already read them all, so I don't think it mattered too much. My eyes flittered down to Gerard Way's desk where he was drawing in a note pad. He moved his pencil around the paper fluently. A picture formed. It was.... Disturbing.. But amazing. It was a landscape, but they skies were dark- filled with smoke and dust clouds- and the landscape was a scene of despair, everything was dead- the trees the grass, the life- just the whole atmosphere sent chills up my spine. I hadn't realized how long I had been googling at it for and saw that he had stopped drawing and was staring at me. At the moment, he had finally revealed himself. I was automatically attacked by his AMAZING hazely- green eyes that were outlined with a black eyeliner his eyes pierced right through me, almost into my soul. His skin was pale and he was absolutely beautiful. I quickly looked away and managed to squeak out a "Sorry." for invading his privacy without drooling everywhere. The rest of the lesson was silent and Gerard kept on drawing, but I noticed he sent me occasional glances, but I didn't want to let on that I knew he was looking at me.
I was dreading entering the cafeteria, considering that it was absolutely pissing down with rain and I could even hear thunder in the distance. I got my lunch and then turned to the massive eating hall to find somewhere to sit. Out of the blue, I was then attacked from behind and my food almost ended up on the floor. "WHAT THE FUC-" I turned around, about to give someone a piece of my mind but was interrupted by a boy of about my height, which was pretty funny, 'cause I was extremely short for my age. He had an awesome haircut- the side were kind of shaved a dyed blonde and then he had like a black mohawk with a side fringe and amazing green eyes with a reddy-brown around the iris. I really need to stop staring into peoples eyes! He gave me a kind of weird look and I returened back to reality so he continued "Jes? You're new right?"
How does everyone know my name?!! "Uh.. Yes and yes.. Do I know you?"
".. And you're in Gerard's class?"
"Gerard.. Gerard.. Gerard.." I had totally forgotten his name! "Oh! GERARD! Uhmm.. Yes?" I said with a giggle, not being able to believe that I had forgotten his name, considering he was the only person I had talked to.. Semi talked to.. "Well you don't seem like you're doing much.. Follow me!" He said with a bubbly tone. He was right, I wasn't doing much, so I followed him. I lagged behind 'cause I still hadn't decided whether it was actually safe for me to go with him or not but I was then given no choice as he ran back to me and grabbed my hand. A jolt of shock ran through my body. Partly 'cause I had to try and rebalance my tray of food with one hand, partly because his hand was soft and warm in mine, but mostly 'cause a fucking hot guy is holding my hand! He lead me down the deserted hall and into a classroom where there were four other guys, one of which was Gerard. "Jes, this is Ray." He said pointing with his free hand to a guy with a beautiful smile and the most epic afro in history. I giggled thinking about how much I wanted to touch it. Stop with the giggling! "This is Mikey" He pointed to a guy with brown straightened hair, glasses and a beanie who was obviously very stuck into his iPod, just staring into nowhere, tapping his foot and nodding to the music in his head. "Bob," now pointing to a blonde guy with blue eyes and a lip ring that was talking to Gerard and tapping his hands on his lap rhythmically. "And then there's Gerard. But you already know him." He said with a smirk. "Uhh.. I don't actually know Gerard. He's just in my class.. Which brings me to my next question how do you know who I am?" I said with confusion. Everything went silent and Frank looked over at Gerard who's cheeks had gone an unusual shade of red. For about a minute everything went silent and awkward and all you could hear was the pitter patter- well more like splish splosh- of the rain on the roof. Suddenly Mikey woke up from his trance and spied my caramel slice. "OHH!! Could I have some?!" He said with excitement. The whole room then absolutely erupted with laughter, while Mikey just stood there with a confused look on his face. I threw him the caramel slice, he deserved it. "So why are you guys hanging out in this room anyway?"
"Well because we're a band and so the music teacher loves us-"
"Wait?! You guys are a band?! You guys any good?"
"Well..."
It was at that moment that the bell rang. I gave Frank a pounty face but Frank just shrugged as if to say, "What can you do?" and then we all filed out of the music room. Gerard stopped Frank just outside of the door, but the rest of us continued walking and talking about bands and stuff. I then felt someone grab my hand and turned around. It was Frank. I was somewhat disappointed. "I don't think I need to be guided around the school anymore, Frankie." I said cheekily. "I know." He winked at me.
When we got to my locker, Frank told the others that he'd catch up to them. "Got any plans for after school?" He asked me, leaning on the locker next to mine, fully focused on me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
" Well I'll just have to check my oh so busy schedule of sitting all alone in my room doing nothing-"
" Great! So I'll pick you up at around 6?"
"Oh yep, I'm gonna let someone that I've just met take me out!"
" Oh haha, Mrs Sarcastic! We're gonna go to the Way's house and watch some movies, yeah?"
" Mrs?"
He winked at me again and took off for class. My face was burning up soo bad- I hid my face and silly grin in my locker until I was calm again. The bell to signal the start of classes rang and I trudged off to my next class, wishing it was 6 already.
I haven't done much actual posting on here for a while, but as apart of my come back plan, I've decided to defy my suspected ADD and settle with on story to focus on, and so I deleted this and have redone it. Hope you enjoy c:
R&R!!!!
I opened my eyes slowly, smiling, expecting to see my bed side alarm staring back at me, reading, 7:00am. My smile faded as I realized that I was hundreds of meters off the ground. "Seat belts on everybody and please brace yourself for slight turbulence as we land", the air hostess' voice sounded all over the plane. I groaned and buckled my seat belt, leaning back in my chair wondering what my new foster parents would be like. Personally, I'd have rather just had a maid or something and just look after myself, but of course life never worked out as I planned so I decided that I may have as well just go along for the ride.
I spotted a sign that read "Jes Wolvers" and slowly walked over to the scarily happy looking couple. "Are you Jes Wolvers?" The man asked. "Yep.." I responded, looking around the airport, eying up a little kid in a pram. "We'll I'm Andrew Meyers and this is my wife Marian Meyers. We're going to be your new family." And with that last sentence I vomited all over Andrews shoes.
The car ride to the Meyers' house was silent and awkward. Most likely because the car wreaked of vomit and everyone was probably holding their breath, counting down the seconds to escape the car. We turned off up a long drive way and a massive house peaked over the top of the trees that lined the drive. It was amazing, a mansion, it looked like there would have been about 50 servants that cleaned it everyday. The white paint was spotless. There were two tall pillars holding up the front of the house. Ivy snaked all the way up the pillars to a balcony, like something out of a fairytale. I could see that there was a huge backyard and probably a pool. My thoughts froze as I realized. Of course they'd have a flash house and big yard. They're just a lonely couple trying to regain their love for each other with a child. I'm gonna hate to disappoint them. "Are you gonna come in?" Yelled Andrew front the front door. I shook myself and made my way into my new house.
"This is going to be your room." Marian said with an excited grin on her face. "It was our daughters, but since she's living with her aunty now, you can have it. I'll leave you to settle in. I'll call when dinner's ready." I wandered around the room, mainly because I paced when I was anxious. Moving families never became a problem to me until I actually got to the place. Then everything would only then set in. And then there was school. I made friends easily enough in New Zealand, but I was different from then. I wasn't going to make any mistakes this time. I sat on the bed, which was drowning under a enormous baby pink fluffy blanket. Ew. I took a decent look around the room. This would all definitely have to go. The bed was covered in soft toys and the walls were neatly plastered with magazine posters of overly ego'ed guys with unnaturally white teeth, covered by lips that were smeared with lipstick with a stupid name like “peach” or “salmon”. I knew what I would be doing the next day.
"So have you been thinking about school lately? Any favourite subjects?" School was the perfect subject of dinner talk to put me right off my meal. I'd been thinking about school almost ever since I left New Zealand, I wondered if I would fit in here like I did in New Zealand. It would probably be hard with my battle scars. "No I haven't really had time to think about school.." They looked at me, expecting something, but I held my ground. After about a minute Andrew broke the silence. "..Well, we're going to put you into Belleville High. You'll be starting on Monday, we've already been into the school to organize your arrival and Marian is going to take you to get your uniform tomorrow." Monday. I could feel my body go cold. It was too soon for me to be thrown back into that hell hole, even if it was a totally new one. In fact, that'll probably mean it to be worse!
After dinner I went straight up to bed and melted into the luxurious fluffy black duvet I had found in a cupboard with my iPod softly humming into my ears as I drifted off..
I looked at myself in the changing room mirror. Uniforms always made me look like a noob, but at least I wasn't going to stress over what to wear everyday. The neatly ironed white blouse fitted my small frame quite nicely but I thought the light and dark blue plaid skirt was too short. I was just a tad over halfway down my thigh and it made me look slutty. Definately not something we would wear in New Zealand for a uniform.. The rich red tie pulled the whole thing together and if I thought about it, the uniform made me look a bit like a rocker chick, something I tend to go for. I smiled as I realized that I just spent like five minutes staring at myself in the mirror thinking about how I looked in a school uniform, and if I may add, I didn't look too bad. I walked out of the changing rooms and Marian examined me. "You look very smart." she commented, "I can't wait to take picture of you tomorrow for your first day!" I groaned and rolled my eyes but couldn't help smirking as I turned around to get changed back into my normal clothes. We then went and brought my knee high white socks and disgusting black leather strap shoes. I wondered about how tomorrow would pan out, in comparison to my first day of school in New Zealand. STOP THAT! I scolded myself. New Zealand was the past.
"Jes! Get up and get ready for school! You can't be late on your first day!" I groaned and slowly opened my eyes to check the time on my alarm. 6:00am. School wasn't until 8 40am! I hope it wasn't going to be like this every morning. I rolled out of bed, literally, and fell on the floor. I scrambled and into the shower, where I was greeted with the relaxing little warm pitter-patter drops on my skin. I got dressed into my new uniform and put on the baby blue arm warmers I got that went perfectly with my skirt, then applied a little bit of bronzer to make my pale skin seem a little less pale and some black eyeliner that made my unusual forest green eyes stand out. It was winter in New Zealand at the moment so that made my skin quite pale and my eyes darker than usual. It was strange that they were still quite dark though. I fixed up my straight, black, layered hair that went just past my shoulders, did a quick check in the mirror and marched down stairs where I was greeted with the happy couple grinning from ear to ear, seeming pleased with my appearance. "I'm pretty sure arm warmers are against school protocol." Pointed out Andrew. I had to think of an excuse to keep them on. I couldn't take them off. "My body is still used to the winter, my arms are very cold, the school shouldn't mind anyway." I said casually. They bought it. "Here's some money for the cafeteria. And Andy will drive you to school on his way to work." Marian handed me a few notes and then kissed Andrew on the cheek as we left.
"Would you like me to pick you up from school, or do you think you'll be able to find your way home?"
"I think I could manage a walk home. I need the exercise anyway." I said with a little laugh, thinking about how much I really did need the exercise.
"Have a good day, sweetie." Andrew said and then drove off. I turned to the school and almost fell over at how over whelming and big it was compared to my old school. The front of the school was a big orange bricked building with about 10 stairs leading up to the entrance. About a hundred students were lingering out side of the school and going in side. The bell then rang, but I still wasn't quite prepared to go in. I waited until all the other teens rushed into the building and then slowly went in. I found a sign that read "OFFICE" and went to the office where a friendly looking old lady with glasses hanging off the end of her nose looked up at me from her computer screen. "Hello, how may I help you?" She asked sweetly.
"Uhmm, heey, I'm new here.. I think I was meant to come here to get my time table...."
"Oh, of course. Jes Wolvers?"
"Yep."
She handed me my time table. "Your first class is tutor, which is just up the main hall to the left. And if I were you, I'd apologize to the teacher for being late. Have a good day."
I walked off and followed her instructions to room 12. I took a deep breathe before I turned the knob to open the door..
"Ah. You must be Jes.. Yes?" Said an over weight, middle aged man with a mustache, from behind his desk. I assumed he was the teacher. "Yes. Yes I am."
"Well I'm Mr Dickinson, your home room teacher. Please have a seat. The bell should be going in a few minutes." As I walked up the isle to the back of the class, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I walked past a certain group of girls I felt like they were trying to kill me with their glares. I took a seat at the very back of the class and just stared out the window. Funnily enough, at that very moment, it started raining and I felt like I was in one of those depressing movies that are never memorable enough to remember. I snuck one of my ear phones into my ear and let the sweet melody of Pink Floyd's 'Comfortably Numb' carry me off into a trance. The bell rang for everyone to go off to their next class and I jumped, almost falling off my chair, as the "BRRRIIINNGGG" shook me back to reality. I then noticed there was someone sitting next to me. A boy with medium length, pitch black hair. I couldn't see his face because he was hiding behind his hair. As he picked his bag up to leave for his next class as, I remembered that I had no clue where to go for my next class, English. I fumbled for my timetable to ask if he would show me, but he was gone.
"Uhgg. I think English is here.." I had been walking around the school for about 20 minutes- The halls were now completely empty. I peered into the room full of people and hoped like fuck that it was my English class.
"Jes is it? You're 25 minutes late! Have a seat immediately!! You're lucky this is your first day!" Well first of all, how is it that she knew who I was?! And secondly, what a bitch! I casually took a seat at the back of the class again but didn't put my ear phone in, who knew what would happen if she found that out! The boy with the pitch black hair then bounded into the class room. Uh oh, he's gonna get it...
"GERARD WAY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IN A ROW IT HAS BEEN THAT YOU'VE BEEN LATE?! NO? WELL NEITHER DO I, I LOST COUNT ABOUT THREE WEEKS AGO! You will be staying in after class, again!" He shrugged her off and took a seat next to me again. He was still hiding behind his hair, which annoyed me- It's impossible to try and figure someone out if you can't even see their face! I wasn't in the mood for paying attention in English. She was talking about Philip Pullman, the author of the 'His Dark Materials' series. I had already read them all, so I don't think it mattered too much. My eyes flittered down to Gerard Way's desk where he was drawing in a note pad. He moved his pencil around the paper fluently. A picture formed. It was.... Disturbing.. But amazing. It was a landscape, but they skies were dark- filled with smoke and dust clouds- and the landscape was a scene of despair, everything was dead- the trees the grass, the life- just the whole atmosphere sent chills up my spine. I hadn't realized how long I had been googling at it for and saw that he had stopped drawing and was staring at me. At the moment, he had finally revealed himself. I was automatically attacked by his AMAZING hazely- green eyes that were outlined with a black eyeliner his eyes pierced right through me, almost into my soul. His skin was pale and he was absolutely beautiful. I quickly looked away and managed to squeak out a "Sorry." for invading his privacy without drooling everywhere. The rest of the lesson was silent and Gerard kept on drawing, but I noticed he sent me occasional glances, but I didn't want to let on that I knew he was looking at me.
I was dreading entering the cafeteria, considering that it was absolutely pissing down with rain and I could even hear thunder in the distance. I got my lunch and then turned to the massive eating hall to find somewhere to sit. Out of the blue, I was then attacked from behind and my food almost ended up on the floor. "WHAT THE FUC-" I turned around, about to give someone a piece of my mind but was interrupted by a boy of about my height, which was pretty funny, 'cause I was extremely short for my age. He had an awesome haircut- the side were kind of shaved a dyed blonde and then he had like a black mohawk with a side fringe and amazing green eyes with a reddy-brown around the iris. I really need to stop staring into peoples eyes! He gave me a kind of weird look and I returened back to reality so he continued "Jes? You're new right?"
How does everyone know my name?!! "Uh.. Yes and yes.. Do I know you?"
".. And you're in Gerard's class?"
"Gerard.. Gerard.. Gerard.." I had totally forgotten his name! "Oh! GERARD! Uhmm.. Yes?" I said with a giggle, not being able to believe that I had forgotten his name, considering he was the only person I had talked to.. Semi talked to.. "Well you don't seem like you're doing much.. Follow me!" He said with a bubbly tone. He was right, I wasn't doing much, so I followed him. I lagged behind 'cause I still hadn't decided whether it was actually safe for me to go with him or not but I was then given no choice as he ran back to me and grabbed my hand. A jolt of shock ran through my body. Partly 'cause I had to try and rebalance my tray of food with one hand, partly because his hand was soft and warm in mine, but mostly 'cause a fucking hot guy is holding my hand! He lead me down the deserted hall and into a classroom where there were four other guys, one of which was Gerard. "Jes, this is Ray." He said pointing with his free hand to a guy with a beautiful smile and the most epic afro in history. I giggled thinking about how much I wanted to touch it. Stop with the giggling! "This is Mikey" He pointed to a guy with brown straightened hair, glasses and a beanie who was obviously very stuck into his iPod, just staring into nowhere, tapping his foot and nodding to the music in his head. "Bob," now pointing to a blonde guy with blue eyes and a lip ring that was talking to Gerard and tapping his hands on his lap rhythmically. "And then there's Gerard. But you already know him." He said with a smirk. "Uhh.. I don't actually know Gerard. He's just in my class.. Which brings me to my next question how do you know who I am?" I said with confusion. Everything went silent and Frank looked over at Gerard who's cheeks had gone an unusual shade of red. For about a minute everything went silent and awkward and all you could hear was the pitter patter- well more like splish splosh- of the rain on the roof. Suddenly Mikey woke up from his trance and spied my caramel slice. "OHH!! Could I have some?!" He said with excitement. The whole room then absolutely erupted with laughter, while Mikey just stood there with a confused look on his face. I threw him the caramel slice, he deserved it. "So why are you guys hanging out in this room anyway?"
"Well because we're a band and so the music teacher loves us-"
"Wait?! You guys are a band?! You guys any good?"
"Well..."
It was at that moment that the bell rang. I gave Frank a pounty face but Frank just shrugged as if to say, "What can you do?" and then we all filed out of the music room. Gerard stopped Frank just outside of the door, but the rest of us continued walking and talking about bands and stuff. I then felt someone grab my hand and turned around. It was Frank. I was somewhat disappointed. "I don't think I need to be guided around the school anymore, Frankie." I said cheekily. "I know." He winked at me.
When we got to my locker, Frank told the others that he'd catch up to them. "Got any plans for after school?" He asked me, leaning on the locker next to mine, fully focused on me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
" Well I'll just have to check my oh so busy schedule of sitting all alone in my room doing nothing-"
" Great! So I'll pick you up at around 6?"
"Oh yep, I'm gonna let someone that I've just met take me out!"
" Oh haha, Mrs Sarcastic! We're gonna go to the Way's house and watch some movies, yeah?"
" Mrs?"
He winked at me again and took off for class. My face was burning up soo bad- I hid my face and silly grin in my locker until I was calm again. The bell to signal the start of classes rang and I trudged off to my next class, wishing it was 6 already.
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