What are we? (Frerard)

Define Me

"Our new student Frank." My new teacher, Mr. Tate said nonchalantly as he gave me an encouraging shove further into the classroom full of hormonal teens. No one had even looked up to acknowledge my presence. I sighed and took a seat in the back of the room. I felt a pool of embarrassment in my stomach as my chair made a loud screech noise as I scooted it closer towards my desk. I looked up to see if anyone has noticed, but just as before, they were looking down at their paper as if their necks were stuck in that position. It was at this moment, I realized I was completely invisible to everyone in the room, including the teacher. So I pulled out my sketchbook and began to draw aimless doodles.

By the time the bell rang, a collage of doodles filled the entire page. "Those are good, but you're gonna regret not taking notes. This class is tough." I heard a zeal comment from behind me. I looked up to see a girl with long black hair and distinctive brown eyes looking at my paper.

"Thanks." I murmur closing my book in inessential embarrassment.

"No problem. By the way, I'm Lindsey," She exclaimed, her overly avid attitude scaring me.
"Frank."
"I know who you are!" She laughed.
Of course you do. I got up, desperate to get out of the room. Not to be rude, it's just my social anxiety is bad, especially around extremely exuberant people like Lindsey. They trap you with words even without meaning too. I walked out of the room with my new 'friend' at my heels. "Are you taking art class?"
"No." I lied.
"What class do you have next? Do you need help finding it?"
"No." I lied again.
The questions flooded out of her mouth like a gushing river. Once it was asked she gave me only a millisecond to answer before the next came. She must have noticed my unresponsive behavior because she just nodded and disappeared into the crowd of children.

The hallway smelled of axe, sweat and perfume. I guess it's the usual smell of teenagers. A smell I wasn't going to escape anytime soon. I guess you can say it smells like teen spirit.

I'm pissed cause wattpad deleted what I had before and I had to rewrite all of it. It's not as good as the first time. I want to cry!!
-Kayla