Isn't That Something (Ray Toro x YN)

Day 1: Lunch

You approach the teacher's desk "You wanted to see me?"

She looks up at you and appears to wave someone in from the hall. A girl with dark hair, countless ear piercings, and pigtails walked into the room.

"This," said Mrs. Krum "is Lindsey. She'll be showing you around today and, if you need it, tomorrow as well."

Lindsey holds out her hand, you notice the copious amounts of beaded bracelets covering her wrists. "Nice to meet you!"

You take her hand and she somehow shakes it in a way that's both violent and playful. You can't help but smile. "You too." You answer politely.

You say goodbye to Mrs. Krum and walk to your next period.

"What's up on the docket?" Lindsey asked.

"Ummm," You stall as you dig around for the paper you wrote your schedule on "Figure drawing." You read.

Lindsey pats your hand "You poor, poor girl." some time between leaving math and now she'd linked her arm through yours.

"What?"

"That class sucks major balls, I hear the teacher is a hardass."

"Have you taken it?" You ask

"No," She answers "But my friend Gerard did, he almost failed because his final was 'Too cartoony'" She says with dramatic air quotes around the last word.

You sigh "Shit."

"Shit is right m'dear." She walks you to a door covered in paint splatters and seemingly random cutouts of craft paper and magazines.

The class was about the least artistic art class you'd ever encountered. The teacher, who you'd already deemed The Douchemister, spent the whole class talking about how figure drawing wasn't for everyone and how most people sucked at art. Some kind of most-art-is-bad-art-but-no-art-I've-ever-made type bullshit. He was like the local actors who start their own improv group and brag that they went to Julliard.

Well, guess what, dipshit, if you're so awesome why are you at a coffee shop open mic night in ass fuck Rhode Island?

Lindsey met you outside the class to take you to your third period, another dull event. There's only so much of a history class you can count as productive before it's a repetition of what you learned in fourth grade. Though, this teacher was decidedly less douchey than the art teacher so you thanked your lucky stars for that miracle.

"Now, on to the best part of every day." Said Lindsey.

"And that would be?" You inquired.

"Lunch, of course! You're going to meet everyone and they're going to meet you and everyone is going to love each other."

"Okay..." You said. If you learned one thing today, it was that Lindsey was endlessly optimistic.

"Do you need to buy lunch?"

"I brought my own." You hold up your paper bag and a can of diet coke.

"Perfect!" She says and leads you away from the Cafeteria.

"Where are we going?"

"The quad."

"Quad?"

"We're eating outside, silly. It's too nice to stay in." She said as she pushed open the doors to reveal a surprisingly spacious field with bleachers and everything.

"Wow," You exclaim.

"Yeah," Lindsey says "All money gets funded to sports. It's basically the local park after school ends."

"Cool?"

The two of you are silent for a minute or two before she approaches a group of people dressed similarly to herself. Lots of black hair and eyeliner with these people.

She claps her hands in the same way as Mrs. Krum "Listen up losers!" She announces and everyone quiets down.

"This," She says, interlocking your arms once again "Is Y/N, she's beautiful and wonderful and I'm madly in love with her!"

The last part makes you blush.

"And," she adds "All of YOU better love her too or I will wedgie you SO HARD you throw up your waistband." Your eyes go wide with embarrassment and shock.

Everyone is silent for a beat before standing up and rushing you. It happens so fast that you have no idea what's truly going on. You hear a lot of names and greetings and general chatter as you're hugged and clapped on the back.

Then, just as you think it's over, you feel your feet leave the ground and you over someone's shoulder. You yelp in surprise and silently thank god that you wore shorts today instead of the dress you were planning for. You can hear a chorus of both cheers and protests.

In your confusion, you can't help but laugh and try to wiggle down. The guy who picked you up reminded you painfully of your friends back home.

"Frank!" You hear an isolated voice shout.

Frank must be the guy who picked you up.

"What? She's having fun!" He yelled and bounced a little, causing you to laugh even harder and scream a little.

"Put her down, you ass!" You hear the voice say again.

Frank groaned and lowered you back to the ground "Hi-" He starts but he's grabbed by the back of his shirt collar and yanked backward, falling to the ground.

"Jesus Christ, Gerard! What was that for?" Frank complained, rubbing the back of his head.

"What have I said before?" Who do you assume to be Gerard asks.

"That if I get put in detention again they're gonna suspend me?" Frank mutters.

"And what happens if you're put on suspension?"

"We can't eat outside anymore."

"Exactly. Now, do you think picking up that poor girl like that it going to keep you out of detention?"

"No! God, stop lecturing me already!" Frank says, now lying down in the grass and red in the face.

You're trying not to laugh when Gerard and another guy come over to greet you. Before he can say anything, Lindsey comes over, holding a plastic water bottle up to Gerard's face.

"Who are you?" She asks in her best interviewer voice.

"I am Gerard Way." He points over his shoulder.

"And who is it next to you Gerard Way?"

"This is Ray Toro."

She holds the water bottle up to Ray's face, and he has to lean down to meet it "I am-I am beside Gerard Way." He says, smiling brightly.

You'd never seen a smile like his before, it was wide and genuine. Before you could think anything of either of them, the bottle was in front of your own face.

"And who are you, sexy stranger?" Lindsey asks, wiggling her eyebrows and making you giggle.

"My name is..." In the middle of your sentence you make eye contact with Ray and your heart skips a beat. You can feel your face heat up.

You shake your head slightly and make eye contact with Lindsey again, all hope of her not noticing your falter lost when she smirks at you and holds up the bottle even closer to your mouth.

"I'm Y/N."