Story Of A Lonely Girl

Ten

-Tom’s point of view-

I made my way downstairs with a towel on my head after showering. I grabbed two Pop Tarts and stuck it in the toaster, almost making them fall on the kitchen floor ‘cause of my clumsiness. I was hella distracted today. It could be because I just woke up. Or, because of last night’s call from Lucifer. Damn, that girl was driving me crazy these last hours of my life. Hell, I have to say ‘hours’ and not ‘days’ since we’ve only met yesterday.

I finished chugging down my coffee and Pop Tarts and started gathering my school stuff. My mom was entering the kitchen in her pajamas just about ten minutes before I was leaving. She made me two ham and cheese sandwiches, grabbed a Capri Sun from the fridge, an apple and a candy bar which I guessed was a Butterfinger (ew) since she knows I’m a really big eater. She stuffed everything carefully in a brown paper baggie and gave it to me.

“Thanks mom,” I said while putting my lunch in my backpack and grabbing my skateboard all at the same time, “I love you, bye!”.

“Love you too Tommy”, mom said, hugging me tightly.  “Just don’t get in trouble, and try to make new friends, for heaven’s sake.”

I skated past Mark’s house again, like yesterday, and past my slutty ex-girlfriend’s too.

I arrived on time just about two minutes before the bell rang, and went to my first class; chemistry. In the lab, I noticed there were a bunch of tables, every one of them were built for two, obviously for group assignments. I sat at the far back on one of the tables, alone.

This was the first time I had chemistry this week, and the dickhead I had as a teacher, said:

“Well, I see new faces. You shall present yourselves.”, he said but got no response from the new kids, including me. “Okay then, I will start by introducing myself. I am Mr. Franklin Bouffard and I am here to teach you guys chemistry. I like to read and spend time with my family.” said the guy in his mid-fifties. ”What about… you?” he pointed to a guy at a table beside me.

“Uh. The name’s Dereck. And uh, I play guitar. Oh! I love to bug my older sisters, too.”, the blonde jock-looking guy said, earning a few laughs from my classmates.

“Now tell us about you.”, Mr. Asshole-Bouffard said, staring at me directly.

“I’m Thomas. I’m in a band called blink, and on my free time I like to compose songs for our band.”

I heard a voice in the second row whisper the word “fag”, and I am abso-fucking-lutely sure that the asshole I had as a teacher heard the commentary. His shit eating grin grew wider at what my classmate said but suddenly faded completely as he saw a figure standing at the door of the class. He looked completely pissed off. I couldn’t see who it was at the door, since I was seated at the far back, but I heard a familiar voice, apologizing to Mr. Asshole.

(Note: from now on I, Tom DeLonge, will refer to Mr. Bouffard as Mr. Asshole. You’re welcome.)

The person with the familiar voice entered the room. It was her.

-Lucifer’s point of view-

I got late to school and went to the school’s secretary office to collect my tardy slip and asked a lady where the laboratory was.

She gave me the directions. I headed towards the second floor and stopped at the first big door with a big sign on it that said ‘chemistry lab’. I knocked on the door but received no answer to my knock. I decided to let myself in and apologize to my half-bald, half-gray haired teacher, who gave me a killer glance.

As soon as I entered the lab, I saw that everyone was sharing a table and cursed under my breath knowing I would have to socialize with somebody asking them if I could sit with them, or just sitting by myself in the back of the class. I decided to go with my second plan and headed towards the back, not bothering to stare at anyone just in case I accidentally made eye contact with someone.