It was a gross Wednesday morning, as usual. Bailee didn't want to even be at school, and was considering skipping. She sighed heavily as she pulled up to her assigned parking spot, number 278. Putting the black Trans AM in neutral, she got out. She was only 19, 5'5, with long natural red hair that reached to the small of her back. She wore the school's usual uniform, the navy vest with gold trim, and a khaki skirt, black knee high socks and dress shoes. She absolutely hated the uniform, so whenever she left school she changed into something more of her style.
It was at least 9 in the morning, and school didn't start until 10, she had time to get at least one cigarette in, and some time to finish her coffee. So as she leaned against the hood of her car, she smoked her cigarette, sipping her coffee. She hadn't been at school for a week and a half, since she was suspended for skipping classes and smoking in the bathroom, and also violating dress code. Bailee looked up as random vans pulled into the parking lot, along with, was that a tour bus? Sipping her coffee, she watched the bus come to a halt. The bus had My Chemical Romance all on the sides, and was black. What was her favorite band doing at her school?
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Her favorite day was beginning, at a school she'd rather not attend. Wednesday's excited her, but this one gave her so much anxiety that she wanted to slam her fists into a pile of broken glass. Students who'd arrived early this morning looked at her in concern; and it wasn't cordially, either. Now, keep in mind that this 16 year-old girl was barely 5'2, had a fear of flies, and sometimes fell off the sidewalk when she was getting places. Throwing her things inside of locker, which was the profound number of 69, the young girl stepped feebly outside to lock her black Chevy Impala. With her uniform straightened nearly to perfection, and her brown, yet somewhat auburn reflective hair (which was wavy, side- fringed, and down to the middle of her back) was quite the sight as a small breeze washed over her. She stopped close to a girl propped on her Trans Am hood. And that's when she saw the bus, the very tour bus that she'd only dreamed of seeing, pull into the parking lot.
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Glancing over at the Black Impala next to her Trans AM, she smiled at the girl with a curt nod "Hey, bud." She greeted, taking a sip of her coffee and a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke from the corner of her mouth away from the other girl. Bailee then looked back over at the bus, giving a huff. She wondered what the hell they were doing at a dumb school like hers. Biting her lip, she took the last puff of her cigarette, before flicking it off to the side.
Shivering a little, she stood and went to the trunk of her car, opening it up and grabbing her black My Chemical Romance hoodie and slipping it on. Pulling her hair out of her hoodie and sighing softly. She then returned back to the hood of her car, "I wonder what they're doing here, this ain't nothin' special.." She thought out loud, humming softly afterwards, tapping keys on her phone keyboard. -
"Hey, there." she somewhat awkwardly shuffled to her car door and made sure it was locked, and then stared more intensely at the bus. "Yeah, they're one of my favorite bands. I'm Haley, by the way, but most people just call me Hales." she introduced herself, watching as none other than Mikey f-ckin' Way stepped out of the bus.
Blondish-brown hair. It felt soft underneath his fingertips. They were finally here to record I'm Not Okay, and this school looked like it was perfect for the "I-don't-fit-in" group of 20-somethings. Over to his right, in the other section of the lot, two girls were literally eyeballing him. So he waved.
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The girl nodded, sipping the last of her coffee, "I'm Bailee, but you can call me Bails, or whatever you think fits me best. Sh-t, even B-tch'll be fine." she replied, before glancing over at the bus once again. She noticed that Mikey Way had come off the bus, and had waved at them. She felt her cheeks turn red, until she raised her hands slightly to wave back awkwardly. Bailee then somewhat sunk down into the hood of her jacket, looking back at Haley, her gray eyes taking in the style of her hair, she liked it a lot and thought it was pretty cool; maybe she'd do something different with her hair someday, at least when she was out of this stupid school.
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Haley drew in a sharp gasp and she waved back in a small gesture. "Oh. My. God. Did he just-" she whispered, but bit her tongue. This was not the time for her to freak out. Not at all, not when they were right in front of her, let alone doing it while they were walking in her school.
Mikey smiled at their greeting. It made him feel more welcome in this... high school. He hated high schools, and since he and Gerard were deathly afraid of teenagers, it was a scary time. But he liked those two. They were "chill" as they young people called it.
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Laughing slightly, Bailee looked down at her phone to check the time "It's great to be back at this fan-f-cking-tastic school!" she said sarcastically, standing from the hood of her car. She went to the passenger side front seat to grab her black backpack, swinging it onto her shoulder. "in case you're wondering, I was suspended for a week at least, and hopefully I'll be out of this hell hole in a few weeks, graduating early." she added, totally forgetting that she was still wearing her hoodie. She could have gone for another coffee, she'd take the risk, but she wanted to see what the band was even doing there.
"Miss Johnson, you better take that jacket off, show your school spirit!" a voice called to her from the front steps of the school. She looked up to see Mr. Kozakowski, the principal, standing on the steps, talking to the band's manager. Bailee gave sort of a mocking laugh "Oh I've got your f-cking school spirit." she said sort of sweetly under her breath as she lifted the finger to him behind his back, in the midst of scaling the steps to the front doors of the school building. "And you also better watch that language, or I'll have to see you in my office for another week of suspension!" he called back, before Bailee turned to squint at him, waiting for Haley.
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Haley blinked. "Who in the hell is that?" she whispered, taking in his formal and irritating appearance. His very presence was enough to get her spiraling into an annoyed mood.
"That must be one of your students," Mikey said, marching up the front steps. "I like her attitude."
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Bailee chuckled softly "The principal, just don't let him get to you." she said, going up to the glass doors and pulling the handle to open it for her. She looked out into the awful day, really contemplating whether or not to even stay there.
"She's nothing but bad news, a trouble maker. She'll be out of my hair soon, though. She's a senior, and is graduating earlier than the others." Kozakowski replied.
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"You should be glad for students like her. She's what keeps this world from getting too bland. And that other girl, too. She'll surprise you." he said, "Now if you don't mind, I wanna take a look around."
Mikey marched right on in the high school with bravery, which was quite odd. He was in a perky mood today. and he wouldn't let some teenagers scare hi. Not today, Satans."He doesn't phase me. Not with that Donald Trump hair." she joked, yawning.
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Bailee laughed, she thought she may have found her best friend "That was a good one." she giggled, walking through the lobby and down the corridor to her locker, number 66. Putting in the combination for the lock, she opened it and only took her backpack and shoved it into the locker. She never really needed it at all, just needed to be present in her classes, at least a few of them. She hummed a song to herself, tapping the tip of her shoe into the locker at her feet. Bailee glanced around, before shutting her locker, and looking at Haley "So, are you new or something?" she asked.
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"Yeah," she smiled, "Today's my first day." Haley pulled her hands behind her head, parting it in the back and down the middle, letting two thick locks of her hair drape over her chest. "And so far, I'm not too pleased with this place. Kinda sucks. I mean blue and gold formal? Talk about tacky. Gerard is gonna be so disappointed."
Haley's golden-green eyes rolled at the horrendous smell of over-used cologne. She could almost choke on it's scent, since y'know, it usually belonged to bigots. Turning around with some mild sass, the teenage girl laid her optics on an absolutely gorgeous boy. Well, to her, at least. "Who's he?" she whispered, cautiously so that he didn't overhear. -
Putting her hand on her hip, she peeked around the girl, following her gaze "Oh, Jack..?" she asked, wanting to make sure that was who she was talking about. She didn't really ever care about the underclassmen, but she basically knew everyone at the school, and they knew her. Bailee then turned her head to glance down the hall, wanting more coffee, and sleep.
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"Y-yeah... He's..." she literally couldn't even finish her sentence, he was so appealing to her. His hair was a goldeny-brown, kind of long and in his eyes, which were the hue of glaciers. She felt like she'd just won the lottery, especially since he grinned at her... and winked. She was melted ice cream at this point.
Mikey walked down the hallways, hands in his pockets. He was approaching the two girls he'd seen before. "Hey, you go here, right?" he asked, "Could you show me around?"
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Turning her attention to the voice, she was a little shocked to see him standing there. But she nodded "Yeah, sure, I was about to leave to skip a class or two. But I guess I can show you around." she replied, smiling slightly, before putting her slightly cold hand out to him "I'm Bailee, and I will be your tour guide." she said, looking up at him. He was like at least a foot or so taller than she was, since he was maybe 5'10, but he looked so much taller to her and it freaked her out a bit. Looking at Haley, she gave sort of a 'wanna go with?' look.
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Haley smiled. "I need a little tour, too, I guess-" she began to say, but she was interrupted by the gesture Jack was giving. Looking at Bailee and Mikey, she blushed and looked down. "But you guys can go on. I'll meet you later." And then she walked between the two, and strutted off with her eye candy.
"So Bailee," Mikey awkwardly fumbled, "you have a pretty killer attitude. Reminds me of Gerard a little bit."
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She shrugged, smiling, before she started walking to begin the tour "I guess you can say I'm a little sassy, or at least sassy to the extreme, does that count?" she giggled, her hands clasped behind her back as she strolled along. Bailee remembered her first day at the school, and she had gotten lost through all of the corridors and rooms, it was a total disaster, especially when she was bullied for being a little over weight, but she had solved that problem herself by not eating for a week or so every so often. But she was a senior now, and she could do whatever she wanted.
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Brown eyes locked on her, Mikey grinned. "It does."
His eyes darted down to the floor as they walked. "So, Bailee, what's it even like here? I heard you were a senior."LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME
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She frowned slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's hell." she replied "Literal hell, way too many stereotypes. Place is filled with just a bunch of spoiled brats and Ritalin rats." she sighed, before her hands slipped into the pockets of her hoodie, walking at a steady pace beside him.
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"That sounds like it should be lyrical. You got a band?" he asked, pulling a beanie out of his pocket and throwing it on his head. He seemed to have some sort of a connection with her, as a mutual. Maybe this was the reason for his not-as-awkward-as-last-years-Christmas-party social skills. It thought it should've been worse, I mean she WAS a teenager. That just seemed to make everything more difficult.