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GERARD'S POV

I was slumped on the desk, bored out of my fucking mind. Class had only started ten minutes before but already boredom was setting deep into my skull. I relentlessly tapped my pen on the desk until the kid behind me kicked my chair hard from annoyance. I turned and gave him the finger. When I span back round, I smirked to myself. I leant forward and rested my head on my folded arms and drifted in and out of the room, lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, I heard the classroom door open and like any other student my attention was immediately captivated. I looked up to see a girl walk into the room, wariness and nervousness flitting about in her eyes. It was then that her gaze caught mine and for a second she stopped and stared, but then shook herself and handed a piece of paper to Mr. Hunt. I had never seen this girl before, and I knew I hadn't because if I had I would have remembered her. She was…beautiful. She had long jet black hair that reached the middle of her back, and it had a nice wave to it. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a grey and red hoodie. I leant to the side and saw she was wearing red converse on her feet. Great sense of style. Black and red – very…Frankie. Her face was only slightly pale, and there was something about her that made her more beautiful than the average girl. It wasn't just her drop-dead gorgeous looks. It was her eyes. They were a deep sapphire – little icy blues. They were enchanting and she had me in a kind of trance. The teacher studied her note and then coughed to get the attention of the class, but it wasn't like we weren't all paying attention already.

"Ahem. We have a new student joining us today. Class, this is Willow Rush," he informed. What a beautiful name too! I sighed and leant against my hand that was propping me up. She caught my eye again and I saw her cheeks redden slightly. She looked away and could have sworn I saw her giggle to herself. So she'd noticed me. The freakishly pale dude with the shoulder-length greasy black hair. The teacher pointed out a seat that was two in front of mine and to the left. All I could see was the back of her head. All of a sudden, she slowly looked to the right of her, and then her eyes travelled down my row and her eyes rested on mine. Again. She caught me already staring, smiled and snapped her head back to the front fast. I grinned to myself. She had been looking for ME.

At the end of class, I thrust all my school crap hastily into my bag and left. Willow had already gone. I exited the room and found my locker which I unlocked and bunged in all the shit I didn't need any more. Suddenly Frank popped up out of no where.

"All righ' Iero?" I asked as I slammed my locker shut.

"Yup, I'm all good Gee. Hey, it's lunch so you wanna go grab a bite?" I nodded as my stomach rumbled my response.

"So have you seen the new girl yet?" I asked as we made our way through the bustling crowd.

"New girl? No I haven't. Is she hot?" he asked eagerly.

"Yeah, and her eyes…Damn you could get lost in those blues…" Frank chuckled.

"Man, you're way too deep sometimes…" I punched his arm playfully and we entered the shitty school cafeteria. I spotted Ray's fro above the crowd of people, and Frank went on tip toes in a hope to see Ray too. But it was in vain.

"You're such a short-arse," I giggled, and he grimaced.

"I'm not short!" he grumbled. He'd given up on violent responses when people spoke about his height. References to it were made so often he couldn't be bothered with the hassle of constant arm punching any more. Then Ray caught my eye and waved across the lunch hall and we managed to force our way through to the table. We collapsed on the seats and I groaned at the thought of having to get back up and get my food. Ray was now busy munching away at his…gloop, and I stuck my finger in to taste today's special. Ray's look of disgust made me laugh.

"Sorry mate, just trying today's shit. Which, as always, turns out to actually be shit." He moved his tray as far away from me as possible and went back to eating. I got up and Frank followed suit. We collected the gloop which turned out to be some form of pasta bake which suited Frank's veggie-diet fine. We trundled back to the table and then Mikey popped up from no where too. It seems as though everyone I know just appears randomly.

"Hey guys!" he said happily and settled down with his tray. I was about to put a forkful of shit into my mouth when I spotted Willow standing near our table. She was holding a tray of food and looking around anxiously for a place to sit. The jock table were wolf-whistling and calling her over, but being an obviously smart girl with taste, she ignored them. To save her from her newbie misery, I put up my arm and waved. She spotted me and slowly came over.

"Erm, hi," she said, placing her tray down.

"Every one, this is Willow. She's new," I told them, introducing her. They all had their mouths hanging open slightly at the sight of her.

"Are you all trying to catch flies?" she giggled, and she scooched in next to me. Their mouths shut abruptly. Before I even had a chance to introduce myself, Frank stuck out his hand.

"The names Frank Iero," he said in his "sexy" voice. Willow giggled cutely again and shook it. Then the others introduced themselves in turn. Finally, she turned to me.

"Hey, I'm Gerard. But you can call me Gee." She nodded and blushed again.

WILLOW'S POV

'Damn it Willow,' I told myself. 'You've gotta stop goddam blushing!' Gerard –or Gee, had just introduced himself and I felt my cheeks burning up again.

"So you're new huh?" Mikey inquired.

"No shit, bro," Gerard sighed, rolling his eyes. So they were brothers. Explained why they looked similar.

"Sorry, just trying to make conversation…" Mikey mumbled. "So why'd you move to New Jersey?" They were all looking at me. I hated being on the spot.

"Erm, well, my dad left my mum and basically took all of our money when they divorced, and we ended up not being able to pay the mortgage on our house in Pennsylvania. So we moved to New Jersey when mum got a job in a café here." Gerard shook his head in disapproval.

"Your dad sounds like a dickhead," he growled.

"Yeah, turns out he was," I agreed, venom in my tone. Just thinking about my dad made anger boil up inside me again.

"Hey, you ok?" Frank asked, worried. He touched my hand and looked me in the eyes sincerely. He was actually kinda cute.

"I'm ok…It's just I hate my dad so god damn much!" They all nodded, but I didn't want to make this conversation any more depressing. "So, erm, how old are you guys?" I discovered Ray was in Senior year and was 17, Mikey and Frank were both 16 and Sophomore's in the year below Gee and I. Gee turned out to be 16 too, like me.

"When's your birthday?" Ray asked.

"13th of February," I replied, and they all 'ooed'.

"The 13th? Unlucky…" Mikey shivered. I smiled.

"In actual fact 13 is my lucky number. Ironic, huh?"

"Really? 13? Cool," Gee chuckled. "Frank's actually got the coolest birthday out of us all. It's on Halloween!" Frank blushed.

"Please would you stop telling everyone you meet? It's not even your birthday!" Frank groaned as Gee giggled. Suddenly the bell rang telling us that it was time to go to class. I stood up and as I picked up my bag, my favourite guitar pick fell to the floor. I hastily went to pick it up but someone got there before me.

"Here," Frank said as he placed the pick into my hand. I quickly clenched it tight so I wouldn't lose it again.

"Thanks," I replied, zipping up my bag and tucking the pick into the inside pocket.

"No problem. Hey, do you play?" he inquired. I slung my bag over my back and we began walking together.

"I used to, but ever since I found out about my parents deciding to separate, I just turned my back on it. My dad bought me my guitar and if I played it again it would be like accepting his many apologies. And that's something I'll never do. I'll never forgive him." Frank patted my shoulder.

"He hurt you bad, didn't he? I'm sorry he made you go through so much shit. And by the way, I would love to hear you play."

"Don't be sorry. And I don't think you'll ever hear me play. I've probably lost my touch. I was never really that good anyway." I realised then that his hand was still on my shoulder and I glanced at it. I saw scratches on his wrist. I stopped.

"Hey…do you…do you hurt yourself?" I stammered. He looked confused but then he saw me staring at his wrist. He looked from the wrist to me and then back to the wrist. He laughed.

"No no! I don't hurt myself. Well, not intentionally. These are from broken guitar strings! You know, when they snap and just attack you?" I sighed in relief.

"Sorry!" I replied hastily. "You play guitar?" He nodded.

"It's my life! I play it all the time! Hey, you should come see our band practice later…if you want?"

"Yes! Oh wow I'd love to! And a band? Who's in it?" I asked.

"All the guys you met earlier. Gee's lead singer, Ray and I are guitar and Mikey's on bass. Bob's our drummer but he dropped out of high school earlier this year." I was about to reply when I realised that we were alone in the corridor. Well, we were alone until a man dressed in a suit saw us and angrily stormed towards us.

"What are you two not doing in class?" he growled, glowering. Frank leaned back when bits of spit flicked onto his face from the guys foaming mouth.

"This is the new girl, sir. She was lost and I was taking her to her next class. Which is…" he glanced at me for help. I quickly remembered my time table and I piped up,

"biology."

"Yes, biology. So please excuse us and we'll be on our way." Frank smiled sweetly up at him and the teacher glared.

"Watch your lip, Mr. Iero. No one likes a smart-alec." And with that he stormed off up the corridor.

"And that…is how it's done…" Frank said suavely, posing and brushing his hair back. I giggled.

"Smooth." And with that he did actually show me where biology was and went to his own lesson. I smiled after him as he walked away from me down the corridor. Suddenly he turned back and saw me staring. He waved, smiled back and then carried on down the hall. I blushed at being caught staring. I blushed AGAIN. Damn it!