Chemical Romances? (Mikey Way x Reader)

Skirts Are For Ladies

Time Skip: The next day at school

Your POV**

So today was the day everyone would see my new hair. Well, that's not all. I wore a pretty good sports bra and I also wore a pair of Frank's black dress pants. He had about 20 pairs (along with some tan ones) for school so it wasn't a big loss when he lent me two in each color.

Basically, I looked like a guy.

I heard whispers in the hallways as I approached my locker.

"Who's the new guy?" "He's really cute." "What happened to that Willow chick?" "Two new students in one year?"

I smirked at all the comments and finally, I reached my locker.

I began to unlock my locker and pushed my hair in my face. A girl approached me.

"So, would you like to see a movie later?" She asked, holding her books tightly to her chest.

I closed my locker, flipped my hair away from my face, and smiled.

"Uh, nevermind!" She said, stunned, and walked away.

"Girls hitting on you already? Looks like you're my new competition." A boy chuckled with his hands in his pockets.

He had a black fringe and he was short. He had a nice voice and pretty brown eyes.

"Pete Wentz. My mom owns Wentz Industries, the amp company," He extended a hand to me.

I shook it and then replied, "I'm Willow."

"You know, looking closer at you," he back me up into my locker and placed a hand over my head, "you're a pretty girl. More than pretty. Gosh, I bet you're one of those bisexuals who just get whoever they want because you're just so damn," he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "sexy."

I whimpered.

"Pete, wouldya stop that!" Another boy's voice called from behind him.

Pete turned his head around and I looked at the boy as well.

He had glasses and ginger hair. He wore a fedora which I was surprised was allowed in this tight ass school. It was okay for guys to wear hats but not ladies.

Pete started to laugh, "Just scoping out the new meat!"

"Sorry about him, he's a jerk. I'm Patrick Stump, by the way. Pleasure to meet you," He smiled and extended a hand.

"Willow L/n."

"Nice to meet you. Sorry about Pete. We'll talk to you later!" He said, dragging Pete by his collar.

Oh my god. What even just happened?

"Hey, Willow," Bob greeted.

"Hello there," I waved.

"Woah! Nice haircut. I dig it," He said, opening the locker two down from mine.

He pulled out a text book.

"Thanks! See you at lunch!" I said and then saluted him goodbye.

"Willow to the head minister's office. Willow L/n to the head minister's office." A voice said over the intercom.

I groaned.

Ugh. I don't have time for this.

Mikey's POV**

We all heard Willow being called to Head Minister Armstrong's office. We all knew it was because of her hair and pants.

Please don't expel her.

I couldn't pay attention in English because she still wasn't back yet. I squirmed in my chair.

If only I'd gotten her number!

The door creaked open and there stood a flustered Willow. She had a black skirt on and white knee socks.

"Hello, Ms. L/n. Please take out your notes and we can continue with the lesson," Mr. Beckett said.

She mumbled, "Yes, sir."

Now I really couldn't focus.

The bell finally rang and I walked up to Y/n as she gathered her things.

"You okay?"

"I'm in a skirt. I'm not okay. I promise."

I let out a dry laugh but disguised it as a cough and rubbed my neck.

"What happened?"

"They forced me into a skirt and I had a long debate with Mr. Armstrong and convinced him to let me keep my hair. He was going to force me to wear a wig."

"No expulsion?"

"Not if they want my grades and money." She said, putting her bag on her shoulder and walking out of the class.

Damn. You're awesome.