I'm Unafraid

Chapter 1- Belleville High School

Gerard's POV

I wasn't too thrilled about being in a new school in New Jersey. With all the bodies found in the pond by the park. Not a fun place to be when you're only 16.

My mom told me I was going to Belleville High tomorrow. Maybe I'll make some friends that won't think I'm a complete freak. I'm just hoping they don't judge me because I still haven't completely found myself.

Oh god, school, today. I roll out of bed barely even noticing where I was walking. I was sluggish as I pulled on some black skinny jeans. I slipped into an Iron Maiden shirt. I swear I live in this outfit. I tie up my black converses. I'm excited and fucking terrified. I grab my book bag and walk out the door. My ride on the bus to school was spent with earbuds in my ears and my head against the window bumping with the road. I got of the bus and headed to the office to get my schedule. Once I walk out the office I look down my schedule.

1st Period- Music

2nd Period- Biology

3rd Period- Art

And then a bunch of other shit I didn't care about.

I walk into Music and see a boy with a piercing on his lip. Even though I was terrified of them I still marveled them. He looked directly at me and I quickly broke eye contact. I sat by him because I feel like we'd be good friends. He looked at me and introduced himself.

"My name is Frank Iero."

He sounded like the sweetest guy ever to have piercing and tattoos.

"My name is Gerard."

Our eyes were glued to each other for a couple moments before the teacher cleared her throat signaling for us to pay attention.

Class goes on and the bell rings.

Frank stops me before heading out the door.

"What class do you have next?"

"I have Biology."

"Me too! I'll walk you to class!"

He seemed more energetic that me.

During biology we just talked casually about bands and how much we hated biology class.

Then the bell rang and he asked again.

"What class do you have next?"

"Art."

"Oh, I don't have that class until 4th. I see you around I guess."

"Ok, bye!"

As I walked down the hallway for art and started thinking about random shit and I ran into this girl with pig tails.

Since it was my first day I only ended up dropping my binder but, the girl dropped her sketch pad and books. when her sketch pad fell it opened and I saw the amazing drawings. I helped her pick them up.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She said quickly.

"It's okay, it was my fault. I'm headed to art."

"Me too!"

We walked in and sat next to each other.

"My name in Lindsey but I spell it L-Y-N-Z."

"Cool,my name is Gerard. Spelled G-E-R-A-R-D."

She giggled.

She was pretty rad. She wore a uniform as if it was a private school but, she made it work with boots.

"Hey you should text me!"

She handed me a paper with her phone number with her signature that read "LynZ B."

I put the paper in my pocket.

"Awesome, thanks I'll text you!"

She smiled and some red came up from her cheeks.

I looked down at her sketches.

She was drawing comics.

"Those drawings are cool. You're really good. I draw too."

I pulled out some my sketch book from my back pack. I showed her my drawings.

"Wow, that's so wicked! We should-"

The bell rang and interrupted LynZ.

Before I could meet up with her she was already out the door.

The rest of my boring ass day went on without seeing Frank not LynZ.

I didn't feel like riding the bus and dealing with the fuck-tards aka the students of Belleville High.

As I was walking home I heard someone yell.

"EMO FREAK!"

Being called an emo wasn't too bad but for some reason it irked me to be called a freak.

I just kept walking towards my house.

My phone was dead so I couldn't text LynZ at the moment.

Once I got home I threw my bag on my bed and pulled of my pants and plugged up my phone. I decided to go take a shower and just relax. I took off my shirts and boxers. I hoped in the shower and thought about LynZ.

She was so beautiful.

I swear she was a female version of me.

Comic books, drawing, bands.

She is amazing...but I don't wanna make-out with her.

She's a chick why don't I wanna kiss her red lips?