Note:
this chapter's ending is shitty.
Sue me, I just wanted it done.
Chapter Thirteen:
It was Friday the 13th at their highschool and the fact that it was in October seemed to have a double whammy effect on The Gang. Friday the 13th had become an unofficial holiday for the kids in The Gang and they didn't feel the need for good luck charms or superstitions of that sort.
Gerard Way seemed to thrive on the supersitions of the day; he was all smiles as he walked down the hallway, decked out in all black, save for his white tie that was emblemized with the number '13'. His hazel eyes were almost hidden by a huge heavy stripe of black make-up which he lovingly called 'The Superhero Bar'. He and Chels had invented it one night when they were trying to come up with the band's new look. They were experimenting with make-up styles and Gerard had thought of the movie 'Bladerunner' and tried the black stripe. It took a few times to get the technique right, but now the two of them had perfected it.
Chels was similarly dressed and they held hands as they walked down the hallway, people nearly jumping out of their path to avoid them. Chels and Gee were close and it was obvious they were more than just friends but it seemed as though they would never officially date. The Gang respected their choice, even though they all thought they were an awesome match.
Shawn Harris was also dressed all in black, though he had a dismal look on his face. His eyes had a healthy dose of black eyeliner around them and he was wearing a suit, like Gerard and Chels, but it had various patches with the number 13 on it scattered around the jacket and the pants. Claire, who was coming down the opposite end of the hallway, saw Shawn and ran up to him.
"Shawn!" She shouted. He looked up and smiled slightly but he still looked depressed. "Shawn, close your eyes, darling," she told him, a huge grin on her face. He gave her a questioning look but obeyed, closing his eyes. He felt something lightly touch down on the top of his head. His eyes suddenly shot open and he felt around. Taking the surprise in his hands, he let out a squeal of delight.
"CLAIRE! IT'S A NEW BOWLER HAT!"' He shouted, running around in a circle, waving the hat in his right hand.
Claire giggled. "I know, silly, I got it for you! You've been kind of down since your old one was burnt and crushed."
"Don't remind me, Claire," he said, waving his left hand as though trying to wave away the memory. He slammed the hat onto his head with his right hand and spun around. He was all smiles again. "What matters is that I have a brand new one! Thank you so much! This day is lucky after all!" He gave her a tight hug and skipped off down the hallway.
Claire smiled as he went. She had looked everywhere for that hat but she had been happy to help her friend. Suddenly, she felt a pair of huge hands wrap around her waist. She instantly began to blush as Faris planted a kiss on the top of her head. She turned around, now standing on her tip-toes, and shyly kissed him on the lips. Her face was completely pink.
"Wow," he whispered with a smile. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, though not nearly as bad as hers.
"What?" she asked, a slight squeak in her voice.
"You've never kissed me before. It was always me kissing you."
"Really?" She asked. Thinking about it, he was right. He had kissed her that first day in the football field and every day afterwards, if he wanted to be kissed, he would have to start out by kissing her. It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss him, but she was incredibly shy and in the back of her mind, she still couldn't help but think about wiL.
"Yeah, really," he said. "I like it though, do it again."
"Do what again?"
Faris couldn't help but laugh. "Kiss me," he whispered. Claire could feel her knees shake underneath her and she could barely stand up. She grabbed on to him tightly as she leaned forward, giving him another kiss. She was close to falling down on the floor because of her shaky legs. Faris crouched down and motioned for her to climb on his back.
"Faris, I can walk," she insisted but very the argument was very weak.
"Oh, come on, Snotface, just get on," he said. He didn't really want to fight with her about it. Claire's eyes widened.
"What did you call me?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it just-"
"Did you call me Snotface?"
"Yes but I-"
She threw her arms around him and gave him another kiss, this time, without any hesitation.
"Drop Dead, Faris," she whispered. He smiled.
"Now will you please get on?"
She climbed onto his back, wondering if his skinny frame could support her, and he gave her a piggy back ride to their next class.
& & &
Friday the 13th had always been a lucky day for Andi, but nothing considerably lucky or remarkable had happened to her yet. She was once again in the art room, trying hard to draw something but she wasn't having any luck. She had escaped bad luck for years; maybe this year it would all catch up with her.
Matt didn't really believe in Friday the 13th. He figured he was safe inside his lucky army jacket. He rounded the corner into the art room and saw Andi, sitting at a table, frustrated. He gulped and managed to walk into the room. She heard him this time and looked up.
"Oh, hey, Matt," she said with a sigh. "How are you?"
"I'm okay," he said, his paranoia masking his nervousness. "Where's Pretty Boy?"
"Pretty Boy? Oh, you mean Ian? I haven't talked to him in a couple of days," she said with a hollow laugh. She didn't really want to talk about it. Matt seemed to catch the hint.
"So, how's your 13th been?" He said, trying to change the subject.
"Annoying, really. I can't seem to draw anything. It's pissing me off," she said, angrily crushing the paper she was drawing on in her hand.
"Well, maybe you just need a break. Everyone gets blocked sometimes," Matt said as she threw the crumpled paper ball into the garbage can.
Andi sighed and laid her head on the art table. "Maybe I just need a new outlet..."
Matt was quiet for a moment. Then, he said, "You know, my offer still stands. You can come over to my house and make movies with me any time you want."
Andi lifted her head a little and smiled. "You mean it?"
"Of course!" he said with a grin.
Andi bit her lip in thought and then nodded. "Okay, I'll come to your house. Is this afternoon good for you?"
Matt's heart was about to burst with joy. He smiled widely. "Yeah! This afternoon would be perfect. Meet me in the football field after-school, okay?"
"Okay!" said Andi. She was excited. Movies were a passion of hers and she couldn't wait to actually get started on one. She threw her arms around Matt in a big hug. Matt felt like he might melt in her arms.
She released him, still beaming, then grabbed her things and made her way to leave. “It’s lunch time now. I better get to the table before the Gang gets testy. Hey, would you like to sit with us today? Will your Kill Hannah friends get mad?”
Matt couldn’t believe his ears. Every superstition he had heard of didn’t matter anymore; Friday the 13th was the luckiest day in the world for Matt Devine. “Oh, them? They won’t mind. I’m sure they’re sick of me,” he said, grabbing his backpack.
Andi giggled. “Oh, I doubt they’re sick of you. You’re very interesting.”
Matt was stunned and speechless. He just couldn’t find the words. He merely followed Andi to the cafeteria, praying his luck wouldn’t run out.
& & &
Bob Bryar shuffled nervously down the hallway towards the cafeteria. He was slightly superstitious and was clutching a small rabbit’s foot keychain in his hand. He had been walking with his head down and bumped into Dani, who had been putting books into her locker.
“Oh, sorry Dani! I didn’t see you,” he mumbled, looking up at her, embarrassed. A bright pink blush spread across his cheeks like wildfire when she smiled and told him “Don’t worry about it, Bob. I was done with my locker anyways.” She shut the locker with a small bang and clamped the lock securely, twisting the combination part of it.
Bob shoved the rabbit’s foot into the back pocket of his jeans and silently prayed to whatever God was up there that nothing unlucky would happen in front of Dani. “So, how’s your day been?” He asked her, trying his hardest not to mumble or stutter.
“It’s been alright. Nothing unlucky has happened yet, thank goodness,” she said with another smile. It was impossible not to smile when she was around Bob. Just seeing him made her so happy. “How about yours?” she asked.
He was about to blurt out how every moment he spent around her made him feel like he was in heaven but he thought better of it. “It’s been pretty good so far. Just keeping my fingers crossed that it stays that way,” he said with a nervous laugh.
“Bob, you seem really nervous? Is something wrong?”
No, everything was going all right. He wanted so desperately to make a move but he was painfully shy. “Nothing’s wrong at all, Dani,” he mumbled more to the floor then to her.
Suddenly, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. His face nearly exploded with the amount of blood that rushed to his head. She giggled.
“There’s no reason to be so nervous.”
“DANIWILLYOUGOOUTWITHME?!” The words had poured out of his mouth in one huge jumble. Bob highly doubted she had understood a word of it. She stared at him blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter. The color drained out of Bob’s face; talk about unlucky.
“Bob, you’re simply adorable!” She said, giving him a huge hug. Perhaps his luck was changing. “Of course I’ll go out with you!” she gave him another kiss on the cheek and grabbed his hand.
“Come on! We’re gonna be late for lunch and you know the gang needs to eat!” Dani was being very bold and chipper but inside, her stomach had been doing flip-flops. She really liked Bob; she couldn’t believe she had been so forward. It was probably the day; Friday the 13th had strange effects on everyone. But she was happy that these effects were good, wonderful even. At that moment, everything she had done caught up with her and she turned a bright shade of pink as they entered the cafeteria, still holding hands.
& & &
“Sami, you’re cutting off the circulation, you know,” said Troy. Sami was clutching Troy’s arm tighter then she usually did.
“But you’re my good-luck charm!” She said, snuggling his arm. He sighed, kissed her on the forehead, sighed. “Well, if they have to amputate it, it’ll be your fault.”
“Oh Troy, don’t tell me you’re turning into a drama queen like your brother,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Hey! I’m not a drama queen! I’m a diva!” Jake Wambold insisted, pouting slightly.
“Fine, fine, you’re a DIVA,” said Sami, patting him on the shoulder with her free hand.
“Damn straight,” Jake mumbled.
It seemed that Friday the 13th was a lucky day for everyone in the Gang; they sat around the table eating their respective lunches, talking with their friends, huge smiles on their faces.