Misfits

Number 52

I stood there puzzled, infuriated and frozen as if someone had just glued my feet to the floor

"What did you just say?" I shot him a look saying you better be joking, or run.

"You heard me." He walked out and ran after Alex.

"What the fuck just happened." I said out loud "Watch your mouth, Iero." said Mr. Stack as he walked out the door, and i flipped him off behind his back.

Lunch was next, another period I don't eat. I hate eating. It makes me feel disgusting, but when I'm home I have to because my mom forces me to.

I sat down next to Ryan, who sat next to Brendon. Pete sat across from Brendon, and Patrick on my other side.

"So what did all of you do this weekend?" I blushed, trying to hide it i looked around nonchalantly when i locked eyes with Gee. Sitting at a table. With Alex. Along with the rest of the popular kids.

I turned around to see Pete staring at me. "I know what Frankie did this weekend" he smirked "or should I say who." He laughed while Ryan sat there puzzled and Brendon with one eyebrow raised.

"The fuck you talkin' bout, Wentz" Brendon said with a mouthful of a chicken sandwhich. Gross.

"I'm talking about the guy I saw Frank with on Sunday" they all looked at me "You guys kmow the new dude in our music class? What's his name, the one with the fire red hair. Well Frank was at the Park with him."

"Okay two things" I spoke up "One, just because I went to the park with him does not automatically mean I fucked him" Patrick stifled a giggle "Two, are you stalking me, Pete."

Ryan laughed and Patrick said "Well it is how he flirts." Pete shot him a stern look, "I can't just be sitting in the park on a Sunday? Is that a crime?" 

"Stalking is." Brendon choked out before laughing his ass off.

"I was babysitting, so all of you shut the fuck up" Brendon laughed and opened his mouth to say something and Pete cut him off "You say one thing and Ill make sure they're your last words." Ryan hugged him, pretending to comfort him.

Last period I had was English. I love writing but we aren't writing, of course. We're annotating some shitty book called A tale of two cities, which i have to do a presentation on soon. My social anxiety is not going to help in this situatuation

The bell rang, and as usual I was the first one out. I tried speed walking, but then just as before, I ran into someone. A stranger. Wow déjà vu, that's for sure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry man"

"You're totally fine." He was tall, thin and lanky. With hair that hung down that met his large glasses.

"Mikey." He said, sticking out his arm.

"Frank" I shook his hand. "Where you headed?"

"To my locker, and then home finally."

"Oh cool, me too, how come i've never seen you?"

"Just moved here, this year I mean." He was cute, I mean that jaw line." Frank can you please pay attention and not be so gay sometimes, thanks.

"So where do you live?" He said as he was putting books into his locker, snapping me out of thinking.

"Oh uh Cherry drive."

"Oh cool uh, can I walk home with you?"

"Sure."

He smiled at. I smiled back. Damn, he really was cute.

I got lost in my thoughts as we were walking when he snapped me out of it again

"Why do you do that?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Do what?"

"Get quiet? Am i saying the wrong things?"

"No, of course not, i just like to think more than talk."

He smiled and looked down and i swear he blushed.

We turned onto my street and he asked me "Which one?"

"Number 40." I couldn't stop smiling, but i frowned when i realized he could be straight.

I stopped before heading onto the driveway. "Dude, I never asked you where you live!"

"It's okay, I only live down a couple houses, number 52."

Number 52. Fuck that sounded familiar and then...

"Shit."