We're Not Okay

Chapter 2

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Meet Frank, Ray, and of course, Bob.

Gerard:

Mikey and I were walking to school, since our mother had taken the car.

"Mom said we could have a few friends over," Mikey told me as he played with his tie and

as I locked the door.

I snickered. "I think she forgot we don't have any friends."

"With an attitude like that, you wouldn't," Mikey smirked. I punched him lightly on the

shoulder. "Violent much, Gerard?" he asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes as we started walking, thinking of our school: Belleview High Prep.

Academy. "Heaven help us, Mikey. Heaven help us."

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Still Gerard:

I tool my seat in Math quickly, in the back, away from everyone else. I took out my

notebook and started to draw. I guess it didn't matter what I drew, as long as I was drawing.

My favorite pastime..... Well, almost favorite. Reading comics was definitely one too.

"Alright class," Mr. Smith, the teacher, said coming in. "Settle Down. Now. Edward, if you

don't stop staring at Bella like that, I'll have to get the school counselor."

A few laughs and snickers filled the room. I continued to keep my head down though,

smiling but remaining silent.

"Alright," Mr. Smith said, "back to where we were yesterday. Fractions, Again. Now-"

he was cut off by footsteps thudding down the hall. I looked up curiously.

A boy of about average height, if not a little taller than normal, came into the

classroom. He had blonde hair, and a lip piercing.

"Sorry... Sir... I was a little... late," he exhaled, a little out of breath.

Mr. Smith gave him a questioning look for a second, but smiled none the less. "You must be our

new student... Robert, I believe?"

The boy nodded and said, "Bob, sir."

"Well, you're lucky: we were just about to start," Mr. Smith replied in a polite tone.

"Everyone, this is Robert- sorry, Bob Bryar. Now, I think there's an empty seat somewhere...

Ah, yes, next to Gerard. Gerard, please raise your hand?"

I did as told and watched as Bob made his way through the aisle of desks. I noticed a jock

stick out his foot. Bob stopped.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Bryar?" Mr. Smith asked.

"No, sir," Bob replied in an innocent tone, shooting an evil look at the jock, that Mr. Smith didn't see.

Hah. Maybe I could get to like this guy.

Bob took a seat next to me. He sighed. Suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Hey, I'm Bob,"