playlist for a
1- crybaby by melanie martinez
2- blood by my chemical romance
3- how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds
i'm not new here.
haven't been since sixth grade.
but every year, i get someone asking, "hey, you new around here? i could be your guide."
i usually flip the asker off.
but not this particular time.
frank asked. frank anthony fuckboy iero asked me if i was new. do you seriously expect me to cuss him out?
because truth be told, as much as i wanted to hate frank, i couldn't bring myself to do it.
i was desperate to hate him though, because throughout the last two years, he had dragged me through hell for being trans. another reason? he was such a fucking slut.
we used to be friends, frank and i. we were really close, actually, until one time at a party i found him all over my former girlfriend lindsey ballato.
i felt as if i'd been stabbed.
for some strange reason i couldn't quite explain, i was much more mad at lindsey than frank. despite that, he had felt guilty for me and lin's breakup and we just stopped talking.
that was only two years ago.
since then, frank has made my life much more miserable than it has to be and he knows it goddamn well. mikey threatens all the time to fight him, and as much as i would love him to, mikey was my little brother and he could very well get hurt. frank may be short, but it seems that the shorter someone is, the closer they are to hell.
but back to the question.
shortly after frank had asked, i shook my head. "n-no, actually, don't you remember that-"
i was cut off when mr. bowie silenced the class, urging us to get to our seats.
but even as i sat down, i couldn't pay attention. i never can, really. i don't even have adhd, it's just that my mind is constantly at work, and i drown in my thoughts.
i nearly jump out of my chair when i hear my name said.
"do we have a gerard way present?" i raise my hand, and he nods. but gerard isn't present, to say. "...sir? it's actually gee way."
he shoots me a type of look i can't quite describe. "okay, gerard, come receive your sketchbook for this period."
the class is silent for a minute, as i stomp my way over to the front of the class.
but as i go to sit back down, book in hand, i hear the voice belonging to head bitch jamia nestor.
"oh, what's wrong, gerard? got your panties in a twist? grow up, you crybaby fag."
frank only glanced over at her for this, a blank expression on his face before he spoke up. "nobody asked for your opinion, jame. how about you shut the f-"
mr. bowie nearly shouted at the two. "both of you, silence. i've heard enough of your voices for one class period." he must've been easily tempered, because jamia and frank hadn't talked much. i sat down, confused for so many reasons.
two guys sat next to me, one on the left and one on the right. lefty had gingery hair styled in a fringe type of thing that looked like it belonged on myspace. he had quite the beard for our age, and his clothes were badass as hell- some indie band tee with a white leather jacket and ripped skinny jeans.
righty had what i guess you could call an afro, and even sitting down, he seemed ten feet tall. he had an aura of kindness, and his clothes weren't as cool as lefty's. he only wore a blue t-shirt and baggy jeans, but that was okay, because since when did clothes define your personality?
lefty tapped my arm and whispered, "man, that was fucking harsh of her." he glared and jamia. i only shook my head. "nah, i'm used to it." looking over at his sketchbook, i had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. you would too- his name was bob. bob bryar. who in their right mind names a child bob? but he noticed this as i giggled quietly. "ray, tell him that my name is completely normal." righty, or ray, shook his head. "i can't blame the guy- or are you a guy?"
i put a hand on my chest and smiled a little. "no, i'm a female." bob nodded. "dude, that's brave as hell." shortly after that, the bell rang, but i was happy. i'd found accepting friends, which was hard to find here.
as everyone attempted to shove past one another in the doorway, i heard a snarky comment escape jamia's mouth.
"god, he is such a damn loser."
i watched as frank slapped her arm. she looked taken aback, grunting and continuing to walk to her next class, which was unfortunately also my next class. the oh-so-dreaded math.
but before either of us got to the class itself, jamia snatched my arm, nails digging into my arm like knives.
i must have looked like i was in pain, which i was, because when jamia looked at my face, she practically cackled. "don't even try that. we both know you won't fight back anyways." i sighed, as she pulled me into a basically unused hallway, except for a few lockers. her side bitches were all there. just fucking amazing.
in order of asshole-ness, we have sarah, my ex lindsey and the quiet sweet one, jenna. jenna never really fucked with people. she was like a quieter veronica sawyer, whereas the other three were the heathers.
sarah nearly gasped. "you managed to pull him away from his little gay group he's making?" she continued, looking at me dead serious. "have fun in your fucking orgy."
lindsey laughed under her breath, shoving sarah lightly. "orgy? gee can't get dick. nor pussy, in case you were wondering." she looked over at me as well.
i stared back. "i would rather have no sex life than have one with you." this comment made jenna look up for once in her godforsaken life. her eyes widened, and her mouth went into an "o" shape. she was shocked.
jamia rolled her eyes. "of course you don't want to fuck her, you only fuck emo fags off of myspace-"
head bitch was cut off by a loud-ish voice from the other end of the hallway. "alright, i think i've seen enough of this bullshit."
frank.
frank anthony iero.
he was standing up for me?
jamia ruffled her eyebrows. "you're quite the hypocritical man-" but frank interrupted her again. "please just go."
and with that, jamia left to wherever, side bitches following her like they were magnets. it would make sense with jamia as a fridge, because she's fucking cold.
frank walked me over to the bathroom, slightly confused. i decided to ask him the only thing in my mind the last few minutes: "so, why'd you stand up..?" so, what was his response?
"please just shut the fuck up, you gaylord, i'm thinking."
gee blinked fast a second, before watching frank reach into his 'bag' and pulling out a can of beer. my eyes widened.
"fr- you can't just- oh my god, we're going to get in such trouble!" frank chuckled a little, popping open the beer and taking a sip. "nah, it's fine."
i simply just rolled my eyes like the angsty teen i am. "you never answered my question." frank shrugged. "i don't know, man. i just don't like people...attacking ya."
i ruffled my brows. "you do that all the time!" frank shook his head, drinking more of his beer and explaining. "it's like one of those things where only i can do that to you. anyone else-"
he cut himself off to pretend to slit his throat with his finger.
i gulped slightly. "okay." frank only shook his head, finishing off the beer and throwing the can in the trash. when he walked out with his bag, i heard him mutter,
"who said we're okay?"
