What's The Worst That I Could Say?

Chapter 4- Belleville High

Helena's POV-

Mom had enrolled me back into Belleville High, so, to my fucking joy, I was going there today. Yay...

"I can drop you off." She offered, well, more like begged. I sighed.

"No, mom, it's fine. I'll walk," I muttered, sipping my glass of water. She gave me a weak, small glare and rolled her eyes, not bothering to get into an argument with me. She knew I was stubborn- apparently I'd gotten that from my fathers side...wherever he happened to be right now.

"Right," She sighed. "Well, have a good day. Call or text me if you have any problems or want to come home," She warned me. I rolled my eyes as she turned around. Mom totally didn't want me to go in today because all she could see was the kids smashing me into a locker or something, screaming at me that I was a creepy emo fuck who needed to slit her wrists.

Wow. Worst case scenario, much?

"Thanks, see 'ya..." I grumbled, walking out the door. The sky was grey, with gloomy clouds that loomed over the city. I shut the door behind me and began down the front yard and down my street in the direction of Belleville high. And that's when the unexpected happened again.

"Wait!" There was a cry behind me. I froze, and turned around, to see not so little Mikey Way standing there across from me, biting his lip. I stared blankly back at him, waiting for him to continue. I sighed, and mustered up a small smile.

"Uh, 'sup, squirt?" I grinned a little. He awkwardly grinned back and drew closer to me, and I suddenly realized how tall this kid really was. He towered over me, pushing his glasses up his nose as they were about to fall off. He didn't push them up that far, though...

"So you're really back," He mumbled. "I, I didn't quite believe it when you were talking to me on chat last night. I thought it was Gerard, because he used to like, delete some shit that people were posting on your wall." He explained.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I am. And yeah, uh, haha. But seriously dude, I'm actually curious, when did you get glasses? And what's with the huge fucking growth spurt?" I laughed, nudging him.

He chuckled. "Uh, not long after you left. And ha, yeah, I'm taller than Gee now!" I laughed with him. I smiled sadly to myself, hearing my best friend's nickname ring in my ears.

"How is he?" I asked softly. He stared down at me, once again biting his lip. He sighed, almost angrily.

"He was broken, I'm not gonna lie to you. But then he started to act like a total dick, you know? He started doing shit..." He trailed off as we rounded the corner to the school. We never lived far from the school, so it was easy to walk every day. 

"What shit?" I asked, but he ignored me, quickly changing the subject.

"Ah, but like, look at you! You've grown your hair out, remember when it was all cute and short? It's all curly now," He gently took a stand of my wavy hair and I swatted him away.

"Wavy," I corrected him. "And ha, yeah...weird times, man." I shrugged. His eyes softened a little and he hesitated before responding.

"How are you now though? Are you okay? Are you coping?"

I shrugged. "You know what, I've been asked that so many times know, by fucking psychiatrists, family members and people at school, and I'm not gonna lie to you Mikes, I'm not okay. But I am coping. I've changed, and changed for the good. And now that I've managed to make myself right, I want to make things right...with mom and Gee." I explained.

He awkwardly wrapped an arm around me, and sighed. "I hope things go okay. Tell me if you need anything..." He murmured gently. I gently punched him in the chest, and changed the subject quickly.