Adopted By Him..

Part 6

'Hey, I'm Pete Wentz from My Chemi-'

I grab my phone and shut the alarm off, burying my face in my pillow afterwards, groaning. Great. School today.

After about 5 minutes of tossing and turning, I gather up enough energy to get myself our of bed, and stumble to the bathroom. I hop in the shower for a cleanse, hop out, style my hair and brush my teeth, before leaving the bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around me. I rush over to my closet, swing it open and grab the first items of clothing I see, before rushing back to the bathroom.

My outfit for my first day of school was my Green Day hoodie, my skinny jeans, and my Joker snapback, which I wore backwards. Oh, and a binder, of course.

"Alice," I heard someone, I'm guessing Lyn, call me. "Time to head out for school!" I sighed heavily as I walk down the hallway and down the stairs, phone tightly gripped in my hand.

"Wait," I remembered. "I don't have a bag.. Lyn I don't have a bag!" I repeat myself when I'm nervous. Shush.

"Calm, Al, we can run by Hot Topic or something to get you one. Okay?" She says.

I nod, before rushing out of the door and to the car, swinging the door open and stepping inside. I slammed the door shut, and within a matter of seconds, Lyn was in the car.

*10 minutes later; Hot Topic*

I rushed around to find the perfect bag. I couldn't find any that looked nice, which was pretty stressful, but I finally found one. It was a dark blue backpack that had little fedoras dotted on it. It was unique, so I decided to get it, totally not because it was the last one on the shelf or anything. Lyn paid for it, and we both rushed back out to the car.

'20 minutes until school starts,' I think. 'I hope I make it in time.'

Thankfully, we made it to my new school 5 minutes before it started. I gave Lyn a quick hug, and rushed off inside, and to the nearest person I saw.

"Hey, I'm Alice Way." I say, interrupting their conversation with someone else.

She mutters 'Alice Way' a few times, dragging the 'a' in Way out.

"Ah, yes, Alice Way," she digs through a cardboard box, before pulling something out and giving to me. "Here's your timetable, have a nice day."

I thank here, before walking off to my first class. English

My timetable was pretty good;
Class 1 - English
Class 2 - Maths
*break*
Class 3 - Art
Class 4 - Art
*break*
Class 5 - Music
Class 6 - Biology

I was confused at what my timetable said, but I came across a class that said 'English' so I decided to give it a shot. When I walk in the teacher glared at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"And, who are you?" She asks, annoyed. Lord, I hate this teacher already, and I've been here, what, a minute.

"Alice Way," I imitate her tone. "I'm new here." I hear a small snort coming from the back of the room, so I smirk slightly. She ignores it.

She taps on a desk at the front, still glaring at me. "Here. Now." I swear, she's trying to burn a hole through my head. 

I stroll over to my desk, clearly annoying here more. I plop down onto the chair, and slam my elbows on the desk infront of me, making the class 'oo' at my attitude. God, these are all a bunch of 5 year olds.

*End of English*

'Lord,' I mutter to myself. 'Best teacher of the year award goes to..' I discreetly point at our teacher, Mrs. Sherman. I pick up my bag and throw it over my shoulder, making my way out the door and to my next lesson, maths.

*During Maths*

"And that, is how you find the area of a circle." Mr. Metcalfe drones on. I sit there, a blank expression on my face. I knew all of this.

"Miss Way," Mr. Metcalfe interrupts my self-groaning. "Can you step outside for a minute, please?"

I raised one eyebrow, before shrugging, standing up and walking outside. 

5 minutes passed, before he stepped outside, an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

"So, Alice." He paused. "I'm guessing your wondering why I asked you to step outside, hm?"

I nodded, raising one eyebrow. I was confused.

"I've had students come up to me and ask me, if your Gerard Way's daughter. Is this true?"

I was at a loss for words. How did they find out, he didn't put anything on social medias. 

"U-uh.." I stuttered. What was I supposed to say?

(A/N - ooo)