Love Can't Save You {Frank Iero} But Maybe I Can

Today's the day I start school, hell as I'd rather call it. My parents were making me go to this Catholic school, which meant uniforms. Oh joy.
I sighed as I put my stockings and my black dress shoes I'm forced to wear. I couldn't even wear my make up! Screw that shit.
I grabbed my shit stuff for school and a Pop-tart on my way out the door. We moved into a house that was relatively close to the school, so I had to walk. Just my fucking luck. Damn parents.
By the time I had walked about two blocks out of the six it takes to get to school, I was scared. I was afraid of being rejected again, of being the loner-girl-in-the-corner-who-reads-all-the-time. I'm afraid of the dirty looks and glares I will soon get for just being myself, the 'freak'.
A car passed me by, blasting Black Flag as it went. I smiled, my favourite band. Inside, I was hoping that it was going to "hell" too, that way maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be the only 'freak' there.
I walked into the school building, and into the school's office. I stood in front of a secretary's desk, politely asking, "Excuse me? Uhm...I'm new here, and I need a schedule....."
The lady at the desk in front of me looked up and smiled sweetly. A little too sweetly to not be fake, if you ask me. "Oh, hello dear. You said you're new?"
I shuffled my feet and gave a nervous smile. "Uhm...yeah..." Did I tell you that I can't stand new places? No....Such a shame, I'm PETRIFIED of them.
"I'll print you out a schedule. What's your name, hun?" She asked, the fakely sweet smile still plastered on her face.
I swallowed. "Alice DiGiovanni"
She typed away on her computer and quickly printed out a sheet of paper. "Here you go. Have a nice day. Welcome to Trinity, Alice," she said, handing me my schedule.
I gave her a small smile in return, and walked. Of course, not without walking into another person. I dropped my backpack and my schedule, falling to the floor with an "oof".
Picking up my stuff, my hand bumped into the other person's. I quickly noticed his black nails, obviously Sharpied on, that were bitten extremely short.
I looked up for the first time since I fell. He had such gorgeous hazel eyes, perfectly applied eyeliner, and two piercings that greatly held my attention. A bit of black hair covered his left eye, leading to a thick stripe down his head, blond dyed on the sides. Two words about summed him up: abso-fucking-lutely handsome.
You have a dangerous face
And an illegal taste
And that strap is falling off that shoulder blade
"S-sorry" I managed to stutter out, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up my face with my hair.
Not expecting a reply back, I picked up the rest of my stuff and raced off to go find my locker. God, that was embarrassing. Why do I have to be such a ditz? Why? Why? WHY?! I reached a hand up to my forehead, shaking my head in embarrassment.
A hand stopped me in my tracks. My eyes flew up from my feet, only to meet his hazel-eyed gaze. A smiled played on his lips, "It's fine. I'm guessing you're new. Here, let me help you around." Slipping my schedule out of my hand, he quickly glanced over it. "Follow me," he said before walking off in the direction of my locker, I'm guessing.
I quietly followed, already feeling awkward, as he wandered the empty hallway. Many doors passed, all with a priest or nun teaching in them. I wasn't sure why my parents enrolled me into a Catholic school. We never really went to church, only for the major holidays, like Christmas and Easter. Although, my parents were always the up-right and popular folk. It just figures that they would want me in a private school.
The boy, who's name I have yet to find out, stopped at a double door and turned to face me. "This is the cafeteria. Obviously, we eat lunch in there and yadda yadda yadda. You get the picture." He smiled weakly at me, a smile which I returned, and then started off again.
We hadn't gone very far when he stopped again, this time opening a small door. "And here is one of the most important rooms in the building," He turned on the lights to what I guessed was the music room. "- the music room." Did I call that or what? He walked into the room, shutting the door behind me, chewing on his lip ring. So hot.
"Don't you have to go to class or something?" I asked him, not wanting him to get in trouble because of me being new.
He just shrugged, "I always skip anyways. Why? You a goody-two-shoes student?" He smirked at me, his eyes laughing as they sparkled. Cue me swooning.
I scoffed, "Hardly."
"OK then, want to ask pointless questions to each other until we get bored because I'm that lame?"
I nodded, responding, "Question time," with a slight chuckle.
"Favourite class?" He asked.
"English. Yours?"
He grinned, "Lunch."
I laughed, "Does that even count?"
He just shrugged, still wearing his breath taking grin. "It could. We never established what does and doesn't count."
Rolling my eyes, I went on. "What's your name?"
His grin faded, "I didn't tell you?...Shit! I didn't! I'm sorry!" He chuckled. "It's Frank."
"Awesome. OK, Frank, tell me something that people wouldn't know about you," I told him.
Be patient
Behave
He sat there for a moment, thinking. You could tell that this kid was an honest guy, most people would just blurt out something, anything, by now. Hell, I would've. Nobody knows me here, it would be easy as pie. Please excuse my childish phrase.
"I guess that....my birthday's on Halloween," he shrugged.
"Whoa!" My eyes widened. "Wicked! Halloween's my favourite holiday and day of the year!"
He smiled, "Mine too."
I rolled my eyes once again, "Really?"
"Ohemgee yes!" His voice mocked that of a preppy girl's.
We both started laughing.
"So you're a comedian and a rebel, eh? Interesting." I stated.
"What? Are you trying to hint at something?" He stood up and placed his hands on his hips. "Huh?!"
I laughed hysterically at the sight of him. I mean come on, a guy putting his hands on his hips like the preppy girls! It's fucking hilarious!
"Dude! You n-need to get-t out m-more," I shakily got out between laughs, trying to stop.
"it's these god damned preppy kids' fault! I asked my mother feverishly if I could go to a public school, like my friends, but nooooooooo, Frankie gets to stay here, in hell, with all the fucking preppy people. Fucking shoot me!" He cried, raising his voice and flailing his arms.
I couldn't contain my laughter. My god, Frank is weird! He's exactly the type of person I'm friends with.
"And now what are you laughing at? Am I too weird for you?" Frank asked, a smile creeping up his face.
"Of course, that's why I'm still here," I responded, sarcasm evident in my voice..
He gave me a fake glare, causing my to grin up at him.
Swoon this is the same old blood rush
With a new touch
Our conversation went on for another hour or so, when he told me that the bell had rung and it was time for lunch. I was sure as hell hungry. He told me to come with him to his locker, me finally realizing that I had no idea where my locker was, so I just followed him. Like I would do otherwise. I had only known Frank for a few hours, but I could honestly say that I liked him. There was this.....attraction to him that was evident in me. Kind of like magnets, I guess, but only one side was magnetized, while the other just lingered there, holding no attraction to the other force of the opposite magnet. Oh great, now I'm going all scientific on you.
He roamed the now crowded hallway, stopping at a locker, a dented locker, to be exactly. I wonder what they could be from, but I had an idea.....a very vague idea, but still, an idea none the less.
"Yeah...The dents are from me being shoved inside this here locker," he muttered, almost like he read my mind, placing the combination in. "Fucking jocks," he swore under his breath, loud enough that I could hear.
I stayed silent, fearing the possibility of saying the wrong thing, as I tend to do. I watched as he opened his locker, took a few bills out, and then closed it.
"Do you want to just skip the rest of the day?" He turned around and asked me.
Hesitantly, I agreed, "Sure."
Nodding, he took my hand and started out the front door. Something told me that Frank skipped school often, he didn't seem very hesitant about not being in school. He seemed to be the kind of guy who didn't give a damn on the outside, but was a sensitive and understanding guy on the inside. Maybe that's what attracts me to him...All that I knew what that his hand in mine made my stomach flutter.
Sitting down in his car, he turned the engine on and faced me. "Wouldyouliketogooutwithme?" He asked in one breath, his eyes shining in the light of the sun, almost pleading for an answer.
I am safe quaint and eloquent
But my bottom lip along with the top one too
Is chapped and it's all
Thanks to you
"Uhm....repeat that again, this time slower..."
Frank swallowed hard, as if it was too nerve-wrecking to tell me again. "Will you go out with me? I-I mean, you d-don't have t-too but-t if you want to y-you c-can," he finally stutter out.
I couldn't believe my ears. Frank...wanting to go out me? No fucking way. I looked up at him and smiled, "Yes."
The worst day just became the best day.

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