I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

No One Ever Had Much Nice To Say

Frank's POV

I met with the guys later that day. Gerard, Ray and Mikey were already sat on the lunch table when I arrived.

"Hey." Said Gerard.

"Hey." I answered.

"Looking forward to this amazing year?" Ray said, sarcastically.

I laughed. "Yeah, sure."

"At least this is your last year." Commented a very annoyed Mikey. "I still got two more after you're gone.

Even though Gerard, Ray and I were seniors, Mikey was a sophomore. He didn't have that many friends besides us.

"Well, at least when we leave, those jocks are leaving too, right?" I smiled.

He laughed. "Yeah, as if those idiots are gonna be able to graduate." We all laughed.

Suddenly, five guys wearing matching hockey jackets came walking towards us.

"Oh, no..."

"Speaking of the devil..."

"What's so funny, guys?" said Blake, once they were close enough to talk to us. "Huh? Not gonna tell me? C'mon, I wanna laugh, too!"

"They're probably talking about themselves. What's funnier than that?" exclaimed Zach. They all laughed. It wasn't even funny.

"Just get out." Gerard said to Blake, even though he was not staring at him. The other jocks made a "uuuh", encouraging the fight.

Blake pulled Gerard by the collar of the shirt. "Listen here, you little piece of shit. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? You ain't nothing. You are never going to be anything. If you think..."

The boy let go of Gerard when he realized that a teacher was staring at us. The teachers were all very aware of the things the jocks did to us. But why blame them when they carry the title of "best hockey team" on their backs?

"This is not over." Blake said, finally. Carter slapped me on the head before they left.

Gerard sighed.

This is going to a long, long year.

I left the guys and walked alone through the corridor. I was heading to my class, when suddenly, I felt someone holding my shoulders behind me and jumping. I turned around to see her, standing there and smiling.

"Hello, Frankie!"

"Nice to see you, Amanda." I smiled.

She was wearing a blue skirt and jacket, the cheerleader's uniform. Her short blonde hair falling through her shoulders.

"So, excited to the new year?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, super." I responded, sarcastically. She laughed.

"Oh, c'mon. We're seniors now! It's gonna be great."

I smiled. We started walking together.

I don't even know how Amanda ended up being my friend. Last year she just... Started talking to me, and now we're friends. Even though she's a cheerleader and normally hang out with the jocks, she talks to me almost every day. I wish she could befriends with the other guys, too. But I guess is not happening any time soon.

We arrived at the front of a classroom door.

"My stop is here." I said.

"Yeah, I got chemistry now."

We both remained in silence, until she smiled and stared curling a bunch of blonde hair in her fingers.

"So... Got any plans for the weekend?"

I shrugged.

"I'll probably be at Gerard's or something."

"Oh. Cool." She gave me a sad smile. "Okay, gotta go now. Bye."

I waved my hand at her as she walked away.

That was a weird conversation. Actually, most of my conversations with Amanda ended up like this. I never understood why. Maybe we're both weirdos. Maybe that's why we're friends.