50 Thoughts That Scare Me (Rewrite)

Chapter 2- The Difference Between Us

Chapter 2- The Difference Between Us:

Fast forward a bit, 3 weeks after the existence of Gerard had been noticed.-

I sat in the middle of the classroom. I wasn't a front row person, I wasn't a back row person either. I wasn't a goody-two-shoes to fit in with the front row people, and I definitely wasn't rebellious enough for the back row. I was just somewhere stuck in the middle. It was like being stuck between heaven and hell. I guess, in some ways, you could call this purgatory.

Gerard on the other hand, he sat in the back row: left side of the room. He was away from the windows, no sunlight hit him from where he was sitting. It's like we were from two totally different worlds; I sat where I was practically being bathed in the sun.

I could look out of the corners of my eyes and just see him. His long hair cascaded over his face. His lips were drawn into a tight straight line. He was wearing black jeans, an Iron Maiden shirt which was also black, and faded black converse on his feet. Then, I glanced up at his eyes, I could barely see them through his hair. I could tell they were hazel, green, and there was even-

"Frank Iero." Mrs.Stanley called. She knew I wasn't paying attention, this was Biology. I already knew all I needed to know when it came to Biology.

"Yes, ma'am?" I asked.

"Some characteristics of all living things, answer it." She had a devious smirk tugging on her lips.

I cut another glance at Gerard, his gaze made its way to me. "Growth, development, reproduction." I said slowly, still making eye contact with Gerard.

Gerard smirked as he lowered his head back down, his gaze tearing away from me. "Correct, now pay attention." Mrs.Stanley warned. I shook my head and looked away from Gerard.

I then taken up watching the clock. Each second felt like a minute. The time was going slow, and I knew the Biology rooms clock was faulty, it was a whole 3 minutes or so off. It pissed me off slightly because I just wanted to go home already.

When the bell finally rang, signaling lunch time, I sighed heavily in relief.

"Frank," Jamia walked over to me and smiled.

My heart should've skipped a beat, but it didn't. "Hey Jamia." I smiled back.

"Wanna sit with me and my friends?" She asked.

My friends and I, I corrected in my head. "Of course." I said as I picked my Biology materials up.

I stopped by my locker to quickly-literally- throw the books in my locker. My locker was trashed, I never thought about cleaning it or anything. I didn't mind it being messy.

I got my lunch and then scanned the area for Jamia. Once I spotted her I noticed Gerard was sat by himself, all alone. I wanted to sit next to Jamia, but then again, I wanted to sit and talk to Gerard. For some reason, I couldn't get him out of my head. He was constantly there, and I had no idea why.

I sighed and just sat next to Jamia. I wanted to forget about Gerard. Since the day I noticed him, I wanted to forget about him. I didn't want to be let down, even though I don't know how being let down would be possible. But I guess anythings possible, isn't it?

I looked at the school lunch in front of me. I've heard the school makes decent lunches, despite the rest of the schools surrounding the state that have disgusting food. I wouldn't know for sure though, I don't eat school lunch. They never have any vegetarian meals- which is bullshit.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" Jamia asked. I shrugged at her.

"He's vegetarian." I heard someone mumble. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked over, it was Gerard. I didn't bother to ask how he knew, because then he just walked away with his empty tray.

"I didn't know you were vegetarian." Jamia scooted closer to me microscopically.

"Yeah, I've been vegetarian for a year or two now." I said sort of disappointed. Jamia said she liked me, but apparently she knows nothing about me. I guess sometimes people can only like you for your looks. Disadvantage of being 13.

I was like a wallflower. I watched Jamia talk, I watched her interact with everyone. Everyone except me, that is. I sighed and rested my head on my hand.

I glanced around the lunch room. There he was. Sitting there just reading a comic. I glanced back over to Jamia who was oblivious to my existence. I just rolled my eyes and just watched Gerard.

His dark hair was covering his face slightly, he mouthed each word to his comic, I could see his tiny teeth, one end of his mouth moved while the other was remained still. I watched his hazel eyes flicker back and fourth while he read.

Gerard looked up at me, I quickly glanced away. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes. He was now watching me. His eyes traveled up and down my body. I felt like my cheeks were going to either flush or go beat red. But I hoped for neither.

"What do you think Frank?"

Gerard glanced away and went back to his comic.

"Frank.. Are you staring at that guy?"

My head shot over to everyone at the table. I was getting annoyed with everything, but Gerard, and even that annoyed me!

"What?" I almost yelled.

"Why are you staring at that guy?" One of Jamia's friends, Lindsey, asked.

"Because I can." I rolled my eyes and groaned, looking down at my phone.

"He probably just zoned out, right Frankie?" Jamia batted her eyelashes at me and held onto my right arm.

"Oh, yeah." I agreed annoyed.

After lunch, I was sort of disappointed. I wanted to sit next to Gerard, learn why he looked so dark, what his favorite comic was, what music he listened to, why he was always stuck in my head.

I proceeded to go History. I didn't have that class with Gerard, much to my knowledge. I was stuck with a bunch of people I never cared to acknowledge or learn the names of. Except Jamia, who sat 2nd row. She wasn't a nerd, so front row wasn't for her. She wasn't a badass, back row was out of the question. She wasn't the 'middle row type' where you just are moderate and don't care. She was 2nd row; she cared enough about her grades to manage to pay attention for the whole hour and 43 minutes. Unlike me.

It's funny how 2 people are so different. Like Jamia, she dresses like the average pre-teen girl, she's beautiful and perky. Me? I'm just careless of how I look, what my grades are, I'm careless about everything. She likes me, and I should like her back but my heart just isn't attracted to her like it should be.