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Frankie's a Babe
1 reviewHelena "Hell" Van Halen just moved to New Jersey. She has to go to Belleville High School, when she meets new people and has a new love interest. Hmmm...guess who it is? Comments/feedback is muc...
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I made my way up to Belleville High School. It was January 16th, my first day of 10th grade in New Jersey. I walked into the office and told the secretary,
"Van Halen."
She looked at me, thinking I was talking about the band. She then shook her head and replied with an attitude,
"My, my, my playing jokes now are we?"
I gave her a death stare and replied with just as much attitude and disrespect,
"It's my last name dumb ass. Helena Van Halen?"
She gave me a dirty look and got me schedule. As I walked out the door, I caught a glimpse of myself I the mirror: short blue-black hair, big beautiful green eyes rimmed with loads of black eyeliner and red eye shadow on the lid, pale ivory skin and lips as red as a rose. Hey, what can I say? I'm a vain bitch.
I walked into my first hour class, ignoring the stares and whispers. Haven't these people ever seen a girl in a Misfits tee, perfectly ripped jeans (not that Hollister shit) with Anarchy and the symbol written all over it, and chucks?
The teacher greeted me with a warm smile and,
"You must me Helena Van Halen!"
I frowned as he used my full name. Then I said,
"It's Hell."
"Of course! ," he said with a smile.
What the fuck crack was this guy on?
He directed me to a seat next to a "gothic" looking girl. She wasn't exactly goth, she just looked like she went and bought everything in Hot Topic and put it on her. (A/N: I'm not bashing on Hot Topic! I like that place.) What I'm trying to say is that she looked so weak and poser-ish compared to the girls back home. But I decided not to judge my looks. When I sat down, she immediately said,
"Hey! My name's Candy."
I made a weird lip thing with my lip. I looked her up and down and finally replied,
"Hell."
"So, what's your favorite band?"
"Mainstream of Underground? Signed of unsigned?"
She looked unsure of what I had just uttered, so she just said,
"All of them."
"Well, I like Wednesday 13, The Cemetary Creeps, Inked in Blood, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, Marilyn Manson, The Clash, Anti- Flag, Syx, Otep and Kittie."
She slowly nodded, trying to look like she had understood everything I just said, before replying,
"Cool. I like Fall Out Boy, From First to Last, Green Day and yeah."
I nodded and said,
"I like them too, but only their old stuff."
That's pretty much how our conversation went for the whole hour. I also found out that she had all my classes. 2nd and 3rd hour pretty much went the same. But in 4th hour, she went all giddy. She kept laughing and the then finally told me why.
"See that guy over there?"
She pointed across the room to a gorgeous guy with a faux hawk, X's over his eyes and beautiful hazel eyes. I nodded my head.
"Well, he's Frank Iero...and I think he's HOT!"
I frowned at her. She was like a little girl; she giggled at the stupidest things. Sighing, I looked from her, then Frank, only to find him look at me too.
"Van Halen."
She looked at me, thinking I was talking about the band. She then shook her head and replied with an attitude,
"My, my, my playing jokes now are we?"
I gave her a death stare and replied with just as much attitude and disrespect,
"It's my last name dumb ass. Helena Van Halen?"
She gave me a dirty look and got me schedule. As I walked out the door, I caught a glimpse of myself I the mirror: short blue-black hair, big beautiful green eyes rimmed with loads of black eyeliner and red eye shadow on the lid, pale ivory skin and lips as red as a rose. Hey, what can I say? I'm a vain bitch.
I walked into my first hour class, ignoring the stares and whispers. Haven't these people ever seen a girl in a Misfits tee, perfectly ripped jeans (not that Hollister shit) with Anarchy and the symbol written all over it, and chucks?
The teacher greeted me with a warm smile and,
"You must me Helena Van Halen!"
I frowned as he used my full name. Then I said,
"It's Hell."
"Of course! ," he said with a smile.
What the fuck crack was this guy on?
He directed me to a seat next to a "gothic" looking girl. She wasn't exactly goth, she just looked like she went and bought everything in Hot Topic and put it on her. (A/N: I'm not bashing on Hot Topic! I like that place.) What I'm trying to say is that she looked so weak and poser-ish compared to the girls back home. But I decided not to judge my looks. When I sat down, she immediately said,
"Hey! My name's Candy."
I made a weird lip thing with my lip. I looked her up and down and finally replied,
"Hell."
"So, what's your favorite band?"
"Mainstream of Underground? Signed of unsigned?"
She looked unsure of what I had just uttered, so she just said,
"All of them."
"Well, I like Wednesday 13, The Cemetary Creeps, Inked in Blood, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, Marilyn Manson, The Clash, Anti- Flag, Syx, Otep and Kittie."
She slowly nodded, trying to look like she had understood everything I just said, before replying,
"Cool. I like Fall Out Boy, From First to Last, Green Day and yeah."
I nodded and said,
"I like them too, but only their old stuff."
That's pretty much how our conversation went for the whole hour. I also found out that she had all my classes. 2nd and 3rd hour pretty much went the same. But in 4th hour, she went all giddy. She kept laughing and the then finally told me why.
"See that guy over there?"
She pointed across the room to a gorgeous guy with a faux hawk, X's over his eyes and beautiful hazel eyes. I nodded my head.
"Well, he's Frank Iero...and I think he's HOT!"
I frowned at her. She was like a little girl; she giggled at the stupidest things. Sighing, I looked from her, then Frank, only to find him look at me too.
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