His Hazel Eyes

Chapter 3

As I walk down the halls I stare at my schedule. I have gym, then math, then English and lunch. I wonder if P.E here is as hard as it was at my last school, and if the food is as bad. I look up from my schedule and see that the lockers are right ahead of me. They're all as red as my hair. My eyes scan every locker looking at the numbers, and searching for 184.

I finally found it and see that the combination is unset. I open the locker stuffing my bag, phone and earphones in. I set the lock and close the door. I turn and start to walk in the other direction staring at the ground so I don't have to look at the bitchy blonde girls cringe as I pass. Then suddenly, I bump into someone and fall back landing on the floor.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I heard a girls voice say. I was about to make a sarcastic comment and tell her to "Watch where your going next time!" I look across to the girl and see that she was knocked onto the floor just like me except with books all spread out around her, she must have dropped them.

I instantly notice that she looks more like me than the blonde skinny bitchs at this school. She had wavy brown hair that turned turquoise at her shoulders and black at the tips. Her hair grew down to her elbows. She was wearing a red fall out boy shirt with black skinny jeans and red converses. She had on red lipstick and black mascara with thick eyeliner, just like me!

"Hey, it's no problem. I wasn't looking where I was going either." I say to her, starting to pick up some of her books and hand them back to her.

"Thanks! I'm Emily." She says standing up and offering her hand to me to help me up. I graciously take it.

"Kasper." I say dusting my self off as I stand.

"Like the ghost?" She says smiling.

"I guess," I say staring at the huge pile of books in Emily's hands. "So let me guess, your heading to your locker?" I asks.

"What? Why would I be doing that? I was just planing on lugging these around with me the whole day." She says sarcastically. I roll my eyes and smile.

"So what number?" I ask.

"Um, one eighty three." Wow, how lucky is that?

"That's awesome! I got one eight four." I say starting to walk in the direction of our lockers.

"Wow, it seems like the universe wants us to be friends. So what subject are you stuck in for our first hour?" Emily says stuffing her books in her locker.

"Uh, P.E. You?"

"Well I guess your stuck with me then." She says smiling and closing her locker door.

"Oh no. How horrible." I say sarcastically and we both laugh. Then the bell rings. Me and Emily talk while making our way to the changing room. I find out that we have a lot of classes together, gym, maths, English and bio. I'm really happy that I've made a friend, or just met some one at this school who I know won't be giving me looks of disgust.

There were two lines, the boys and the girls line out side the changing rooms. When we get to the girls changing rooms Miss Jackson, our deputy coach, ticks our names off the attendance list as we walk in. We get changed into white polo shirts with the school crest on them and very short blue shorts, that only go down to my mid thigh.

"Do they make the boys wear these shorts?" I ask Emily as I lace up my white sneakers.

"As if. The boys shorts go to the their knees. It's super sexist that they make the girls wear these." She says tying her hair into a high pony tail. I do the same with mine. We walk out onto the field and sit on the grand stands as we wait for the boys to come out with Coach Wes. And they say girls take for ever to get changed.

"So tell me, are we the only ones?" I ask Emily.

"The only what?" She asks with a puzzled look on her face.

"Um, I hate to use this word but the only "Emo" kids in school?" I say using air quotes around the word Emo.

"No, not really. There's Frank, Mikey, and Gerard too but I don't really talk to them. Well I've never really talked to them, I'm kind of shy." She says, "There might be more but I don't really know any of them." She finishes.

"Oh, okay."

That's when the boys finally decide to make an appearance. I suddenly find myself jealous of the fact that they have long shorts. We all run five laps around the field and get told to get water. When we've all drunk something coach Wes explains that we'll be having a three legged race and that he's going to put us in teams with both a girl and boy. He starts calling out names of people and telling them to tie their legs together.

Then I hear him call my name. "Kasper Carol and Frank Iero." I see a boy with black hair and a lip ring walk up to me smiling.

"Hey, I'm Frankie!" How could he be this happy so early in the morning. He's seems hyper, like a three year old on a sugar rush, but he seems nice enough and I think he's the other "Emo" Emily was talking about.

"I'm Kasper. I look forward to sharing a leg with you." I say which causes him to chuckle.

"Everyone, start tying  you legs together and head to the starting line." Coach Wes says handing Frankie a piece of rope and walking to the next team of kids.

"May I?" He asks, getting down on one knee to tie our legs together.

"Why yes you may, my kind sir." I say causing him to laugh again and me to smile. He ties our legs together and we stumble to the starting line like a drunk couple. Our arms are draped over each other's shoulders, for balancing purposes.

Once everyone has made it to the starting line coach blows his whistle and yells "On your marks. Get ready. GO!" And we take off almost falling every step we take.

"AH, this is harder than I thought it would be." I say staring at our feet.

"Tell me about it. You'd think that it would be easier with an extra leg." We laugh through the entire race about how bad we are at it. We come out ninth in a race of fifteen so I guess we could of done worse.

After the race, deputy coach Jackson finally speaks. "All right everybody, good race. Go do two laps for cool downs and get changed. Then get your behinds back here for ten minutes free time because we finished early."

We run the laps and head back to the changing rooms where I meet back up with Emily. Once we're changed we head to the grand stands to talk for our free time. "So how was the race?" Emily asked me.

"Um, pretty fun actually." I start to say. "I was put with Frankie. We came out ninth. He seems nice, and he's funny but kind of hyper." I finish.

"Do you like like him?" She asks with a worried face. I wonder why.

I laugh, "Where did that come from? No, I don't like him in that way." I say, finally stopping my laughter. "How was the race for you?"

"I was teamed up with one of those dick head jocks. We came up second but I didn't do any running. He grabbed my waist and picked me up, so he carried me the whole race." I laugh and find myself sad that I missed that. I bet she had the most pissed off look on her face. I finish off my hysterical laughter. As the bell rings. Me and Emily get up and head to our next class.