Slip Into The Tragedy.

I arrived at the school on the next day with apprehension. I couldn’t help but think over and over again about what Alicia said, ‘Making up with you is all he really wants’. But is that what he really wants? I knew for a fact that all he wanted was to bang as many sluts as he possibly can, but now? I couldn’t even think what he is or wants now.

Mikey and Gerard are chatting animatedly beside me, both with grins on their faces and laughter in their voices, I tried to laugh along and smile with them, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, I was still frustrated and confused inside. Confused because obviously I don’t know what to do about this Frank situation, a part of me wanted to make up with him more than anything and another part of me feels like this is part of his little plan. Maybe all along he just wants me to be his fuck buddy, like 80% of the school female population had been. Before he became fuck buddies with someone he’ll always try from being friends with them. Every single one of those girls thought that they could possibly be the one for him, the one that he’ll stop being a player for.

I knew him since we were little and he wouldn’t even change for me. Well, I thought he wouldn’t, even when he asked for my forgiveness it doesn’t necessarily mean that he’ll be totally good, and forget his player-ish ways. Ever since puberty happened Frank and I was falling apart anyway, it’s just that the thing with Axel just seem to be the last straw for him, I became his not-so-important priority while music and one night stands became his way of life. He was blowing me off for his fuck buddies, or parties in people’s houses that he didn’t even know of, just to get drunk and fuck a random girl there. Or the less hurtful one of him blowing me off for his band mates for band practices and shows where he will fuck a groupie sooner or later. I think that boy lost his virginity around the age 14 or 15, if he isn’t a manwhore I don’t know what is.

When we were best friends the things that he did now are the things that he used to look down upon, but fuck, now he’s doing everything that he didn’t use to believe in. Like smoking for instance, when we first felt second hand smoking at the age of 7 we both felt so nauseated. We both vowed never to touch those disgusting things for the rest of our lives. Then, just months before Frank and I stopped being friends, all the guys in our class on the 6th grade started to watch porn movies and asked Frank to join them. He refused angrily, thinking that those movies are disrespecting women. I nearly cried when he said that, and I thought that this guy really is different. But I guess that’s all shit now isn’t it? Everything he said and everything that he believed in was all lie.

When I was thinking all of this my feet carried me to the spot where the guys usually sit in the courtyard. I sat down numbly between Alicia and Jasper, not speaking at all.

“What’s wrong?” Alicia asked almost instantly. Her eyes concerned.

I noticed that her fingers were laced together with Mikey’s who sat on the other side of her, discussing something with Bob. I had to fight a smile, I know Alicia hated it when I comment on her and Mikey.

“Nothing Leesh.” I said, turning my eyes to the ground. But before my eyes reached my shoes they caught a pair of sickeningly familiar green eyes, staring into my own with great intensity just across from me. I looked down quickly, not able to ignore the swooping feeling at the base of my stomach.

This boy makes me feel so much.

I could feel Alicia’s gaze on the top of my head for a second and the silence pressed on. I could also feel the gaze of a certain boy that is sitting right across from me.

Great seating choice, Lex

I couldn’t help but to look up just to check if he’s still looking at me or not, and sure enough his gaze was still burning to my head. Undoubtedly he was waiting for my answer. After holding his gaze I saw him nod sadly and got up from his place on the grass. My eyes followed him discreetly as he made his way to the other side of the small courtyard, to the place where Claire and her fellow cheerleaders sat also accompanied with some jocks. Frank looked so out of place in the midst of bright colors and platinum blonde heads, his all black ensemble stuck out like a sore thumb.

Suddenly Claire jumped up from her seat and ran to Frank, ready to attack him with kisses. Frank however, just stood his ground without his usual cocky smirk, he stopped her when she got near enough, holding his hands palms up towards her like a surrendering position and finally speaking to her. I couldn’t hear because of my distance but I can see Claire’s smile slowly faded into a frown. Frank took her hand and led her away from her friends, to talk privately. My honey-hazel eyes followed their every move, trying desperately to decipher their body language. I wasn’t the one to be interested in psychology because I couldn’t read someone’s actions and words like an open book to their brain like some people are so gifted to do. I wish I could now though, I was dying to know what this is all about.

They stopped just a few feet from completely disappearing behind the side wall of the school, both of their faces are almost dark under the shadow of the school main building but sometimes their faces were illuminated by the sun when they turn their face a certain way. After a few moments in that area I saw Claire pulling Frank back into the light and undoubtedly back to her friends with a confused expression on her face. Frank was determined to talk to her and pulled on her hand causing her to spin back to face him, both of them in the light.

I didn’t know if it was just me, but at that moment when Frank held Claire still for him to talk to her his eyes wasn’t on her. Those hazel-green eyes were focused on something behind Claire’s shoulder, and apparently I was exactly at the point behind Claire’s shoulder. He had a blazing look on his face with mixed emotion in his eyes, as his eyes looked into mine even from a distance, one of those emotions were more pronounced than others. An emotion that I often see on Alicia and Mikey’s eyes a lot these days.

Love?

It seems like I’m not the only one watching now, beside me Alicia had stopped talking to Mikey and they were both looking intently at Frank, Alicia throwing me glances once in a while. I saw Frank with a stern look on his face and Claire looking more sad by the second, her nose became red and tears began streaming down her flushed cheeks. Frank started to panic and began reaching out to Claire, undoubtedly to comfort her. But then suddenly her crying became more hysterical and more people are starting to look, including our group that is sitting down on the grass at the other side of the small courtyard from where they were standing. We could hear Claire perfectly now, she was screaming on the top of her lungs.

“IT’S BECAUSE OF HER ISN’T IT?!” She cried so loud that Frank had to back up a few paces. Then he responded with a determined look on his face.

“WELL OF COURSE IT’S MY BUSSINESS! I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW!” She cried again, looking wild with her disoriented hair and run down make up.

I saw Frank responded while glancing again at my direction, that same emotion blazing in his eyes. Claire seemed to notice this and then whipped her head around to stare at whatever Frank was staring at, unfortunately it was me. She growled locking her eyes with mine and starting to advance to me. I felt Mikey and Gerard noticing this too and began to stand up from their sitting positions.

“Don’t” I whispered, but they ignored me. Mikey’s lanky and tall figure was tensed most as he stood directly in front of me, blocking my view, Gerard was more casual, but still a glint of anger was on his face. I scrambled to get up, determined to stop them from doing stupid, I put my hand on Mikey’s shoulder.

“Stop it” I demanded, this is just a silly fight thing, they saw me fight her before and I totally kicked her ass, who says I wouldn’t do the same now?

“YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Claire screamed at me at the top of her lungs, hatred and wild anger burning in her face. I stood my ground, I wasn’t fucking scared of her, I beat her up once before and I can do it again. Oh yeah, there is a slight issue of injuries now, the bruises that Frank gave me still hurt and I couldn’t even move too much.

Shit, I was so looking forward to punching her face.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact that might be coming my way, but there wasn’t one. I opened one of my eyes and saw Claire struggling against Frank’s arms, he apparently held her back and then without doubt he threw her to the ground, making all her preppy friends gasp and rushed over to help her. Frank however just walked away, with hands deep inside his pocket.

When he neared the place where were, Mikey, Gerard and I still standing with identical weirded out expressions on our faces, he just walked past barely glancing swiftly at me as if trying to figure out if breaking up with Claire is the way to get me to be his friend again. But then at that exact moment the bell rang, which made all of us jump in surprise and rushed to each of our lockers, saying quick goodbyes to everybody.

Me and Alicia walked together to our lockers.

“He did it for you” I heard Alicia said accusingly at me

“Yeah right” I scoffed, “Maybe he finally realized that he was dating the biggest slut since Pamela Anderson”

“Maybe” Alicia said ruefully, a smile tugging her lips. “But I still think that he did it for you.”
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Classes past on like a boring movie that I was forced to watch, so unimportant and I would give anything to go home and sleep the rest of the day off. Right now Mr. Varner was explaining some equation or another in his deep, boring voice. How are we supposed to learn when his voice combined with the cool air conditioning in the room is just a perfect recipe for an afternoon nap? A few kids in the back were already snoring lightly and our dear teacher wouldn’t even notice it, he never notices anything. I think he should just retire or something, it will be a waste his final days to be teaching a bunch of teenagers that doesn’t even want to be taught anything in the subject that he’s teaching.

Well, maybe I should sleep too. I’m so tired and he’ll wouldn’t notice me sleeping, right?

Go right ahead. Just warning you though, the bell is gonna ring soon.

Agh, whatever. I really, really need to sleep.

I laid my head on the books that was on my desk, letting the sleep come to me, when…

RING – RING – RING

The high-pitched screeching came from the speakers and all students and teacher jumped. I could barely groan as I hurry to take my things and go to the next lesson, hoping that I’ll have time to sleep there. I took a quick look at my schedule and saw that my next lesson was advanced art, my sleepiness evaporated almost immediately as I thought of my favorite lesson and my favorite teacher.

Mrs Renee Bass had got to be the coolest teacher in the face of this motherfucking earth. She is an artist who owns a gallery at the first floor of her loft which she shared with her husband, Charles. She got a scholarship to a very prestigious art school in New York and graduated with honors, her art work was always anonymous and she earns a lot of money for it. But being the down-to-earth person she is, she decided to teach kids some of her talents, she still owns her gallery but she had her sister take care of it when she’s teaching at school. What’s more is that she’s totally gorgeous. She has long, choppy, dyed black hair that has a single purple streak on it and has stormy blue eyes. The cool part of all of this is that no one at school knows about this, except me, Gerard and a couple of honored art students. All of us saw her famous indie art work hung in many urban and chic places, and we recognize her style instantly.

The best part of her is, she is really cool about being who you are and no one else. She encourages you to do what you think best, and that’s why she never teaches you techniques of how exactly how you do things in art because she said that wouldn’t be original. Almost all of the really honored art students (her best students) become friends with her and most of the time there wasn’t a teacher – student relationship but a friend to friend relationship. I could tell her anything. Also she is only 23, the youngest teacher in this school.

“Hey, Lex!” Renee called from her desk in the front of the art class

“Hey!” I cried back, setting my book in the seat nearest to her desk. She had always gave me extra attention I guess, because of all of the 10 or so honored students I was the only girl that lasted this long.

“So glad to have you in my class” She said, beaming. “Not many girls can draw like you can.”

“I’m glad to be here.” I said, smiling

“Guess what?” She said, glee evident in her stormy blue eyes. “We have a new student in our class”

“What?!” I yelled in surprise. Never in the history of art class, did a student just waltz into honor class without taking the basic class, no matter how good he or she is.

“Yep” Renee said, leaning back against her chair.

“What’s going on Mrs B!” Gerard said, bounding into the room like a little school girl

“We have a new student, Gerard” Renee said with a smirk. Gerard’s pale face whitened, I didn’t think that was even possible. He hated the fact that someone must be that good to actually skip to the honors class, he didn’t competition, especially if he’s not winning.

“Relax, Gee” Renee said soothingly, noticing his dumbstruck expression. “He maybe good but he isn’t as good as both of you are. Nothing can beat the Ways”

We both smiled at that comment, I could feel relief flooding through Gerard’s veins beside me.

“How did you find who ever it is you found?” Gerard asked curiously, sitting on a chair beside mine.

“I saw him in one of his free periods in the library last year.” Renee said absent-mindedly. “He was doodling on his homework, really good doodling too. Then I went up to him and asked him to draw something for me, he seemed a little reluctant at first but he gave in. It was absolutely stunning. Absolutely stunning. I was really surprised at first because I never seen him in my art classes before. Then I arranged that he joined my honors class, I wouldn’t want his talent to waste.”

“So who is this mysterious artist?” I asked, my eyebrows arched so high, it threatened to disappear into my hair.

“Oh here he is right now.” Renee said excitedly, running to the door and about to drag that person into the front of the class.

Gerard and I exchanged a dark look when Renee ran off to get him. He seems like a really weird guy to me, someone who could draw really well but never went to the art classes.

“Class!” Renee called for attention in the front of the class. I could finally focus on the guy that was standing next to her, his head down.

I gasped.

“This is Frank Iero”