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Awkward Knees and Glasses: Chapter 2

"Oh, you're clumsy too? Good, maybe my friends will stop laughing at me for tripping all the time!" Frank feed into my lie. I sighed in relief.
"But, come on! We have to go to class!" Frank whined and grabbed my wrist this time. I dug my heels into the ground, "Frank, I still have to got to my locker!"
"Oh yeah. What locker number is it?" Frank asked once he finally stopped trying to yank my arm out of socket. I glanced down at my paperwork, "2436."
"That's, like, five away from mine!" Frank squealed and started tugging on my arm again. This time I let him drag me away.

Once we got close to my locker, Frank started babbling and would not shut up, "So, in between us is my friend Mikey, I think you'll really like him. He is a little awkward around girls, but he will warm up to you. He wears beanies all the time and he has glasses and he always wears a poker face and he likes my kind of music- oh and what kind of music do you like? I'm sure it's the kind Mikey, Ray and I listen to. Ray is another one of my friends, but he is a sophomore just like you. He has an awesome 'fro and-" I desired to cut him off. I could stand him blabbering any longer.
"Frank! Okay, I understand. You have some awesome friends. Where the hell is my locker?" I asked, trying to keep my voice in a friendly tone. Thank God Frank wasn't hurt that I needed him to shut up. He pointed to a guy and said, "Next to his." I looked at my locker buddy.

He was tall, lanky, thin guy who was dresses in blue skinny jeans, and a black shirt covered by a black sweater. He also had a black beanie over his light brown, pencil straight hair and glasses that were so close to the tip of his nose, I was surprised that they didn't slip right off, fall to the floor, and shatter.

Another thing that caught my eye was that his feet were very pointed in, and almost touching, and that his knees were also pointed in and bent slightly, and he leaned, slightly, forward so his weight probably rested on the fronts of his feet. I tried to copy his stance, pointing in my feet and my knees, bending my knees a little and leaning forward slightly. After a moment I straightened up because it hurt my pelvic bone.

'Probably because women hips are wider and bigger than men's,' I thought. I didn't realize that Frank was probably watching me until he leaned over and whispered, "Ray, Gerard, and I all know that Mikey has awarded knees. Just ignore it." I blushed slightly because Frank must have saw me trying to copy Mikey. I bent my head down in embarrassment.
"Come on, I want you to meet Mikey!” Frank whines, childishly, might I add, and grabbed me by the hand once again to pull me over the Mikey.

“Oh, Mikey! Look what I found!” Frank sang once we were standing next to him. Mikey turned to face us, and I saw that his shirt had the band name, Anthrax, on it. I smiled slightly because that was one of the bands that I listened to. Once I looked at his face, I could tell that Frank was right; Mikey's poker face never left.
"Uh, hi, I'm, uh, Mikey," Mikey said, very awkwardly, and held out his hand.
"Toria, but call me Tori," I tell him, slipping my small hand into his large one. His fingers were long and slender, and his palm were cold, soft, and so big that it was almost bigger than my whole hand. After our handshake, we let our hands fall to our sides and let an awkward silence fill the air. Thank God Frank broke it.

"So, Mikey, how do you like her?" Frank asked Mikey with a wide smile plastered on his face. Mikey blushed a bit and replied with, "M-me like her? I d-don't even-n know her!"
"I didn't mean like like her, I meant, can she hang out with us?" Frank told him.
"Sure, I g-guess," Mikey said. I had a feeling he wanted to add more, but not around me, so I pointed to the lockers and  said, "I'm going to go to my locker."

As soon as Mikey thought I was out of ear shot, he exploded and started to yell in a whispering voice, "Frank, why would you ask me a question like that? You know how terribly shy I am around new people, especially girls! I can't..." I moved away farther so I didn't eavesdrop. Once I got to my locker, I quickly opened it and place everything I didn't need for my first three hours into it, and being polite, I waited by my locker until Mikey and Frank waved me over to them.

"Come on, Slow Poke, we gotta get to class or Mrs. ButtSucker is gonna give us detentions!" Frank whined, and took off running down the halls.
"It's Mrs.Wheeler. The math teacher, the one we all have for first hour is Mrs. Wheeler," Mikey informed me with a smile on his face. I smiled back and thanked him as we watched Frank trip and fall to the ground.
"Fucking clumsy bastard," Mikey muttered and ran to catch up with Frank.

'I'm going to be busy with these two, aren't I?' I asked myself shaking my head, and also running to catch up with both of them.