Okay, so I know I haven't been on here in forever, and a lot of you probably want me to update my Kingdom Hearts stories, but here's a new one about My Chemical Romance. So, hopefully you'll enjoy it..and maybe you'll comment it, too? Thanks :D
Chapter 1
'Great. A new town. A new start. Just what I fucking needed.' I thought sarcastically. My parents had informed me a week ago that we'd be moving from our perfect house in Pennsylvania to some little town in Jersey. Why? I have no idea. Oh, you're probably wondering who I am. Well, my name is Spencer Riley. I'm 16 years old and going into my sophomore year of high school. Back in PA I went to this awesome school where we could wear what we wanted, and the teachers didn't give a shit about what we did. It was perfect! And now, I have to go to the David Gallagher Academy. A prep school. Just what an emo/scene kid like me needs. There are uniforms and they are horrible! A white polo shirt, a navy blue plaid skirt, a navy blue blazer with the school emblem, navy blue knee high socks, and black shoes. Oh, and my mom was telling me that they even have these cute little headbands that the girls can wear and- NO! I mean, this is the worst thing that could possibly be happening to me! My mom thinks that this will be a good experience. Well I think it's a bunch of bullshit.
But here I am, standing in front of this giant school. And there's all the little prep girls comparing each others headbands. Every headband is the fucking same! Ugh, dipshits.
"Mom, do I honestly have to go here?" I whined.
"Oh, Sweetie, this will be good for you. This is the best school in town! Just try to make the best of it." my mom said cheerfully.
"Yeah. I'll try." I said blowing a piece of hair of out my face. This was so gonna suck.
"Bye, Honey!" she said pulling away. Well, I guess I was stuck here now. I sighed and walked into the school. After walking around for twenty minutes and getting glares from all the preps I passed, I finally reached the main office. A secretary with blonde hair tied up in a bun and red glasses looked up from the magazine she was reading as I walked into the room.
"Can I help you?" she asked prissily.
"Um, yeah. I'm new here and-"I started.
"Name?" she asked impatiently.
"Spencer Riley." I replied. She glided across the room on her chair and started shuffling through a file cabinet. She pulled out a folder and rolled back over to her desk. She took out a piece of paper that had my schedule, locker number, and locker combination on it.
"Have a wonderful day." She said with boredom clearly evident in her tone as she roughly handed me the paper.
"Uh, thanks." I said walking out the door. I wandered through the school until I came upon my locker. I twisted the lock until it popped open and opened my locker. I threw in some stuff and grabbed a Science textbook. I looked at my schedule to find what room Science would be in. I glanced at the number on the sheet and the numbers on the doors around me. I was on the complete opposite side of the school! I quickly started running to my class. By the time I found it, the class was already twenty minutes in. Greeaat. Now I was gonna make a damn scene. I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door. Everyone in the classroom quickly picked up their heads and looked at me. I quickly walked to the teacher and handed her a note saying that I was new. I was just praying she didn't do the whole new student speech.
"Class, we have a new student." The teacher said. Of course. "Her name is Spencer Riley. Spencer, you can take a seat right up front." She said smiling. I gave a fake smile back and sat right in front of her desk and I could feel everyone's eyes boring into the back of my head. I ran my black, chipped nails through my choppy layered black hair and held my newly blonde tips between my fingers. I liked them. My parents got worried and thought that I was trying to rebel against them. Whatever. I completely paid no attention at all during that class and I looked at my schedule. I had lunch next, thank God! As soon as the bell rang I quickly left the room and went back to my locker as fast as I could. I saw a boy with short black hair with some that fell in front of his eye. I gave a sigh of relief. It was so good to see somebody that was remotely close to what I was. I was about to say something when he turned and walked in the other direction. My smile dropped and I threw my Science book into my locker and grabbed my lunch before slamming the door and locking it. I walked quickly to the cafeteria and took a seat at an empty table. As I was about to open my lunch, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a jock and a bunch of his jock and prep friends. What the hell did he want?
"Hey, you're the girl from Science." He said.
"Great, you remember me from two minutes ago. I'm so thrilled." I said sarcastically as I got up.
"Hey! We're the superior here. That means you don't disrespect us." He said pointing to himself and his friends. They nodded in agreement.
"Great. I'll keep that in mind." I said turning to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
"Listen, newbie! You don't ever-"
"Hey!" someone yelled. I looked over to see the guy with the locker next to mine.
"Can I help you, Iero?" the jock asked.
"Me? Nah, Josh. But you could let my friend go, there." He said pointing to me.
"You two know each other?" Josh asked.
"Oh yeah. We go way back." He lied. Josh looked at me and I just nodded. "C'mon. Let's go." The boy with black hair said. I pulled my arm out of Josh's grasp and started walking away from the preps with the other boy.
"Um, thanks." I said.
"Don't mention it. Us emo kids have to stick together." He said chuckling. I laughed slightly. I turned to him.
"So…who are you?" I asked.
"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm Frank Iero. You have the locker next to me." He said.
"Ah. Well, nice to meet you, Frank." I said.
"And you are?" he asked.
"Spencer Riley." I replied.
"Nice name. Come on. You can meet the guys." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me through the cafeteria. We walked through the school and out the front entrance. As we opened the doors I saw four boys sitting on the front steps talking and eating their lunches. I guess these were 'the guys'. The two of us walked to where there was a small landing in front of the boys. "Guys, this is Spencer." Frank said. The four looked up at us.
"Is she your girlfriend?" a boy with long black hair asked.
"No!" Frank and I both yelled at the same time. The boy just sniggered.
"No, she has the locker next to me and I saw her being harassed by those stupid, lame-ass preps." Frank explained.
"I see. Cool hair, by the way." Another boy said. He had brownish blonde hair and black glasses.
"Thanks." I said running a hand through it.
"So, if you guys aren't dating, then why are you still holding hands?" the one with the long black asked. I quickly looked down at our hands, and indeed, they were still grasped around each other. We both quickly pulled away blushing. The four boys started cracking up. I felt kind of odd being on the spot so I sat down next to the one that commented on my hair.
"I'm Mikey Way." He said smiling. I returned the smile. "Ok, just to make the intros short, I'll do it. That's Bob Bryar." He said pointing to a guy whose hair was kinda similar to Frank's but it was blonde. "And that's Ray." He said pointing to a boy with a huge dirty blonde afro. He gave a small wave. "And this is my brother, Gerard." He said glancing at the step behind the two of us. So Gerard was the one with the long hair. I could remember that! Frank sat down and we ate and talked.
"I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?" Mikey asked with a mouthful of sandwich.
"Yeah. I moved here two days ago from Pennsylvania." I replied.
"Oh, cool." He said nodding.
"So what is there to do around here?" I asked as the six of us walked though the hall later that day. It turned out that I had all my classes with at least one of them except for Science, but I think I could deal with that.
"Nothing really. We normally just hang out, practice." Gerard said.
"Practice what?" I asked.
"Oh, we have this small band going. We never got a real gig before, but it's just for fun." He explained.
"Sweet. I love singing." I said smiling. He smiled back. As we walked through the halls many preps watched. They took immediate notice to the new emo girl. And for some reason, their eyes never left my ass. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I had shortened my skirt way more than was needed, but whatever.
That day after school I was walking down the sidewalk towards my house. It would take about an hour on foot. As I was walking a white van pulled up and drove slowly as if it were walking with me. The window rolled down and I saw it was Gerard.
"Hey. You want a ride?" he asked. I looked past him and saw Frank in the passenger's seat.
"Uh, sure." I said walking around to the other side and opening the sliding door. I saw that Mikey, Bob, and Ray were in the back.
"Hey." The three said in unison.
"Hey, guys." I said taking a seat next to Ray.
"So, where to?" Gerard asked.
"Um, 223 Windbrooke Lane." I said already forgetting my new address. We started to drive to my house and on the way I just listened to the guy's conversation. The van came to a stop and I looked out the window at my house. Well, kinda more like mansion. I got out of the van and walked around to the driver's side.
"Thanks for the ride." I said before turning and starting to walk to my house.
"Rich much?" I heard Gerard say. I turned around.
"Shut up. I hate how rich my parents are. They make it such a big deal." I said.
"Hey, there is nothing wrong with being rich." Frank said.
"It's not the most important thing in life." I stated.
"Oh? And what is?" Gerard asked.
"Music." I replied. They gave me looks. "Ok, and love." I said before turning again and continuing my walk. As I reached the front door I turned around.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow!" I shouted waving as the van started off down my street. I unlocked the door and walked inside the house. I let my dog out of his cage and headed upstairs. I walked down a long hallway and entered the last door on the right. Ahh, my room. Two of the walls in my room were painted in a deep red and the other two were black. There was this really cool black design on one of the red walls. There were also a bunch of posters littering my walls too. My king size bed had a black wood headboard and footboard and the blankets were red and black. Everything in my room was red and black. All the furniture, my cell phone, and my Mac Book were black and I had a red iPod Nano. I sighed as I collapsed onto my bed. Buster, my long haired miniature black and brown dachshund trotted into the room and hopped up onto the bed next to me. He laid down next to me as I rubbed his belly and watched TV. I sighed again thinking about my friends back in PA. I missed them. I even almost had a boyfriend, too. Not that my parents would let me date anyway.
A few months had passed and we were well on our way through the school year. I was walking through the halls of the East Wing. Not many preps or teachers ever came to that side, so I figured I was okay there while I was skipping French. I heard music coming from the Music Room and I walked in to see what was going on. It was the boys playing. They had set up all their stuff and used this place as a practice area. I should've known it was them. I listened to a few of their songs before getting up to leave. The period would end in about thirty seconds and we could all go to lunch.
"What, no roses?" Gerard called after me.
"Maybe next time." I said smiling as I walked out the door. I turned to my left and jumped back a little. There was Josh with his stupid cronies.
"Ugh, Josh what do you want?" I asked.
"Is that any way to talk to me?" he asked.
"Josh, what happened to 'You stay on your side of the line and we'll stay on ours'?" Gerard asked as the five exited the Music Room and came by my side.
"Yeah, well you're little girlfriend has a smart-ass mouth." Josh spat.
"Oh, then I taught her well." Gerard said smiling to himself.
"Oh, you're so fucking hilarious." Josh said sarcastically.
"Yeah, I have that quality." Gerard replied smiling wider at how pissed he was getting Josh.
"Just teach your friend some respect." Josh growled.
"Yeah, got it." Gerard said looking at his chipped black nails. '
"I'm serious. You better watch your back!" Josh said.
"Oh, yeah. It's kinda hard to do that." Gerard said twisting his neck around and looking at his back.
"Hey!" Josh yelled making Gerard turn to face him again.
"Hey. It's fine. I mean, we cool, we cool." He said pounding his fist to his chest twice and kissed his middle and index fingers and gave Josh a peace sign. The six of us walked off to lunch completely cracking up at Gerard's imitation of Josh and all his little friends.