The bell rang, signaling that it was time for 1st period. I rushed down the hallways, desperately in search of a boy with black hair. I looked down every hallway and but still couldn't spot him. However, he wasn't the only one missing. The group of jocks were also missing. This can't be good. I left the school building looking for the missing boys. I looked around and saw no one, just some boys. Some were shouting out a few names. It seemed to be Gerard and Chris. I wonder what was going on. I walked closer hearing nervous screams and someone screaming out. That voice sounded familiar. It sounded like hazel-eyed boy. I saw the boy who I punched earlier, kicking hazel eyes.

"Stop it! You leave him alone!" I shouted. He stopped to smirk at me. His sinister smile sends chills down my spine.

"Why do you care?" He said. What are we, too years old?

"BECAUSE I DO!" I yelled and I punched him hard in the face. Red liquid fell from his nose. Shit! I'm screwed.

"Bitch! Come on boys. Let's go." The boy said to his crew. They left, leaving hazel eyes and me, alone. However, before going away, the bully turned around giving me an evil glare, as if to say 'if you stick up for him again, I'll kill you.' What is wrong with people these days?

I turned my back toward him and ran up to hazel eyes. He was knocked out and his eye was beginning to turn purple. His leather jacket was torn up and his dark long hair was wet with blood. His lip was cut open and looked plump. I felt so bad. This is probably my entire fault. I just had to let him go.

I shook him a little to see if he would wake up. He didn't. A boy, who was very short, kneeled down next to me and shook him.

"Gerard, come on buddy. Wake up." He said. He had a Misfits shirt on too, I had noticed. He looked at the boy, Gerard, with care in his eyes. His eyes began to swell up with tears. I felt sympathetic. I turn towards him. He had his head in his hands, crying.

"Don't cry." I said putting a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't stop. I embraced him in a hug. I feel really bad for him. I wonder what's going through his head.

"You okay Frank?" A boy with a huge red fro, asked. He looked pretty sympathetic towards his friend also. Then there was another boy, hidden behind the guy with the fro. He had a hat on and hazel eyes, almost like the Gerard boy. He had glasses framing his eyes. He looked pretty cute.

"Yeah, I'm fine. He's just my best friend I don't want to see him hurt." He said. Aww. He really cares.

"You care so much, don't you?" I asked Frank.

"Yeah, he loves Gerard." The boy hidden behind Ray, said. He giggled softly so he wouldn't ruin the mood. Suddenly, Gerard started coughing. He sat upright and someone, who I haven't noticed earlier, helped Gerard up. Gerard spit out some blood that got in his mouth from the cut on his lip. He looked at me and looked so angry.

"What do you want, new girl?" He spat. Wow, can anyone be nice today? Guess not!

"What's your problem? I just want to help you." I said nicely.

"Stop trying to be nice to me! You're going to turn out like everyone else and just give up on me. STOP TRYING TO BE MY FRIEND!" He shouted and stomped away.

"I'm not like the others. Trust me." I said.

"Leave me alone!" Gerard yelled.

"Please, Let me help you." I begged.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? LEAVE. ME. THE. HELL. ALONE." Gerard yelled.

I walked away and the tears began to form in my eyes. I feel bad. Who would turn Gerard so mean and angry? After a while my became about something else. I cried my heart out. First, I left the place where I had more friends then here, in this hellhole. Moreover, I had to leave my sister, whom I love so much.

I live in a place where everyone makes fun of everyone. I can't take it anymore and it's only the first day! Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a pair of brown eyes on me. His hair clung to his face and stopped at his shoulders. He gave me a crooked smile, trying to make me feel better.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied.

"I'm Frank." He said.

"I know." I said.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Helena." I replied, trying to make him go away.

"Why were you crying?" He asked.

"No reason." I lied again.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"No but I really don't want to tell you." I said sounding annoyed and mean.

Surprisingly, that didn't make him go away.

"Don't have to be mean. I'm sorry if Gerard was a little mean." He said looking into my eyes. I noticed that, he too, had been crying.

"A little mean?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I put my arms across my chest.

"Okay. Sorry if he was being a complete douche bag." He said with a smirk. He gave a small laugh. I even laughed a little.

"It's fine. But why are you apologizing?" I questioned him.

"I didn't think you wanted to be friends with someone whose friend was mean to you.," he said sounding very stupid.

"Why did you think that?"

"Well, you looked pretty angry."

"Yeah at Gerard, not you or the other boys."

"Wanna head over to my place?" Frank said to change the subject.

"But I just met you." I said.

"Yeah but I wanna make sure you're going to be okay." He replied.

"Sure. Will your parents tell about us cutting class?" I asked nervously.

"No! They're out of town."

"Cool." I replied.

We left the school steps and began walking down the road. Frank and I walked a few blocks away from the school and we made it to his house. He opened the door and told me to go in.

The first thing you see when you walk in is the living room. It was quite nice and homey. The couch and the few seats were black and the floor was a dark brown color. It somehow looked very pretty.

"Want to go upstairs?" He asked. I nodded my head and he guided me upstairs. We walked into his room. The walls were a nice white color and his bed was made. It was pretty weird to see a boys bed made.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Wanna play Grand Theft Auto?" He asked.

"Seriously? A video game?" I said sarcastically.

"Definitely!" He had exclaimed.

"Okay!" I said cheerfully.

He set up his gaming system and popped in Grand Theft Auto. He handed me a remote and we began playing. We sat there for hours with our eyes glued to the screen. We kept playing and playing until there was a knock on the front door. Frank sighed and paused the game. He walked downstairs and answered it.

"Hey, Mikey!" He exclaimed. I stayed upstairs so I don't bother Frank. I looked around his room and saw a whole bunch of things. He has a guitar in the corner and a bookcase filled with books about video games and guitar. I didn't know he plays guitar. I stayed sitting on the bed when Frank and, whom I'm guessing is Mikey, came upstairs.

"Hey!" Frank said sounding like a teen-aged girl.

"Hi." I said back laughing.

"This is Mikey. Mikey this is Helena." He introduced us to each other. Mikey has blonde hair and hazel eyes, similar to Gerard. He's the one with the glasses. He put a hand out for me to shake. I grabbed his hand and gave him a warm smile but he was remained expressionless. What is with the boys that go to my school? I sighed to myself.

"Hi." I said.

"Hey." He said and then gave me a crooked smile.

"So let's get to know each other, friends." Frank said with an evil smile. What is wrong with him? But, it turns out, that is exactly what happened…