The freaks, the nerds and the romantics

It's 2002 in Belleville, New Jersey.
You transfer a mid way through senior year, the kind of timing that guarantees attention and occasionally failed classes. You expect to drift through unnoticed, a wordless entity that haunts the halls during school and disappears the second the final bell rings.
But instead you meet Frank Iero, and the rest? It's history.

(Author is 17 and employed. I'm (almost) a grown ass women writing this shit and giggling as I do so)