The New Girl.

Not what I expected (pt 1)

~Friday, December 1st, 8:45 am. First period.

Emily's P.O.V.

I watch as the snow fluttered gently outside of the classroom-window, not paying attention to what was being said by Mr.Greyson, I'm not paying attention to anything. This bull-shit has been going on for pretty much a month now and I have no concentration left what-so-ever.

"Em," my name is whispered from beside me, but I'm too caught up in my thoughts to acknowledge that "Em," the voice said a little louder; "Emily, they half-shouted, nudging me and bringing me back to reality, "hum, yeah?"I turn to meet the worried eyes of Andy "the bell rang are you okay?" his voice holds concern, I offer a reassuring smile "I'm fine, Andy, what schedule day are we on one or two?" I sigh. He looks around for a moment, thinking I presume, before answering "its day two today" I frown at his words "great Language-Arts."

I gather up my books and walk out with Andy to my following class. It's silent until he breaks the deafening silence "Wanna hang out after school? We could go on a drive maybe" he offers, I think for a moment scared of how my dad will react when and if I come back late. "Yeah, I'd like that, sounds nice," he smiles and quickly hugs me before running to his next class, holding my breath as I enter. I'm relieved to find That Gerard has not yet made his way here. Swiftly I make my way to my assigned seat and moments later he's walking in, his hair is slightly longer now and he's dyed it black.

"Hey, freak, why were you hiding from us this morning?" he asked me as soon as he sat down "I wasn't hiding, I just wasn't where you were" I mumble out, laying my head on the desk, he scoffs but before he could say anything Mrs.Neils started speaking "Okay class, today we will be starting our FSE's, you are to choose a book of your liking and write a report on it, this will count as half of your exam mark so I'd advise you all not to slack. It will be a group project" the class erupts into cheers but Mrs. quickly quiets them with her next words"-bassed on your seating arrangements."

I could feel my heart physically stop in my chest at her words. My lungs had been stripped of oxygen and all I could do was stare. I didn't even realize my hand was up in the air, "Yes, Emily?" I nearly register the words as they fall from my mouth "could I work alone on this maybe?" they came out in a jumbled mess, partly from the fear of Gerard sitting beside me and partly from the fear of her saying no, which of course, she did.

"Aww, what, scared to work with little ole' me?" Gerard pouted mockingly, I swallowed thickly and looked away from him "so what" the bell cut me off and before I could start speaking again, Gerard beat me to it: "if we have to be partners, I don't want to hear you speak. I'll tell you what to do and how to do it and you just do it, MK?" he smiled before standing up and walking out of the classroom.

~

"No lunch today then?" Andy observes as he found me under the bleachers, smoking, I shook my head dismissively and flick the ash "you okay?" I shrug, I didn't have the motivation to answer verbally right now, "can I bum a smoke?" he pouted playfully, I smile softly and slip one out for him "still wanna hang after school?" he asks hopefully, I nod and he smiles brightly.

My eyes widen at the sound of voices, and I turn slightly to see, non-other, then Gerard and his group. Mikey leans into his brother and whispers something before pointing in our direction... Fucking great, Andy seems to notice as well "don't worry I'll handle them," he mumbles."well", Gerard starts "look whos in our spot Gee." Mikey smirks "leave her alone" Andy snaps out, stepping slightly in front of me. "You don't tell us what to do" Ray laughed, pushing the only thing protecting me away. Bob then pulled me up by my arm's and I let out a painful yelp, jumping away as soon as I had the chance. He just opened my cuts, I can feel it. Everyone looked at me in shock before I ran off, Only Andy following after me.

Frank's P.O.V.

I watched as Andy ran off after her, guilt eating me alive from everything we've done this past month. "Why'd she run off like that, you didn't even do anything" Mikey laughed "she probably went to cry to her mommy" Gerard replied, laughing just as hard "no she probably went to go slit her wrist like the emo she is"

Bob was now on the ground, groaning in pain "what the fuck? Gee!" Bob yelled "there's certain fucking shit you don't joke about, that's one of them fuck face" but what if it wasn't a joke... I let my legs carry me in the direction I saw Emily and Andy runoff in "where are you going, Frank?" Ray calls "bathroom, gotta piss" I lie.

I start wondering how I'm going to find them when I hear soft crying and reassuring whispers from the bathroom next to me, I crack the door slightly, just in time to see Andy turning away from the garbage and pulling Emily into a hug. I'm not sure if it was anger at how well Andy is disguising himself, or if it's jealousy that he gets to make her feel better. I'd like to think it's just the latter although the more I think about it the more I realize it might be a mixture of both.

Gerard wasn't lying to Emily, Andy is someone she should be staying away from. He's not stable nor is he safe, but we've put her in a pretty compromising situation. So who is she to take my word over Andy's at this point?

I panic slightly when I see Andy pull away and lead her to the door, quickly I rush a few feet down the hall and to my locker just in time for the bell to ring. 'Literally 'saved by the bell' I think to myself. My next class is, Geography, with Emily so maybe I can talk to her there.

I walk in and she has already taken her spot at the back corner, nervously I walk up to her, not that I have any other choice though as its the only spot left. 'What do you have to be nervous about, she's the one scared of you' my brain teased me. I took the empty seat next to her and she just about jumped out of her skin "sorry, no other seats" she nods and looks back at the blank worksheet in front of her, all that lies at the top is her name.

Mr.Gahlliger doesn't care about much, as long as you're not disrupting his hangovers, so I took the chance to try and converse with Emily. "Do you need help?" wow what a stupid question, Frank, seriously? She looked up at me with her wide honey-gold eyes, confusion glossing over them "with uh, the worksheet, you haven't written anything yet and um-" her soft trembling voice cut me short "I don't know what I'm doing" she admits, embarrassed, "it's easy really, want me to help?" I ask again, she looks at me a moment longer, before agreeing.

The rest of the class was spent with me explaining and helping her, hopefully also making her realize I'm not the monster she's known for the past month.