At the Library, chapter 1

You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you walked into the library. You were supposed to be meeting Allie, Shannon, and Michelle there; 3 of your 'friends'. In reality, to you, they were just a bunch of popular preppy bitches. You, yourself were a cheerleader, but not by choice. Your mother had pressured you into joining, by telling you how worthless you were. She'd always done that. Sighing, you contemplated quitting cheerleading all together, but then reality slapped you hard across the cheek. You couldn't. Your mother would tell you what a waste and how big of a disappointment you were. And once, just once in your existence, you wanted her to approve of you. You knew it was a very preppy-ish sort of dream, but you couldnt help it. You'd always been called a waste, you just wanted to prove yourself, just once. It wasnt as though you could prove yourself by playing the guitar, like you wanted to do. No, your mother hated that. She'd forbid you to play it, and to listen to your Ramones albums. You still did, of course, just not when she was around. According to her, you were wasting your youth by pursuing music- well, that type of music anyway.

Looking around, you noticed that the rest of the cheerleaders weren't there yet. That meant you had some time to yourself. No prep squad, not just yet anyway. You glanced around at the tables, all but one of which, were full. Either with people you didnt like, or didnt know. You looked to the one that was near empty, there was only one person sitting there. You recognized him from school. He had reddish-brown hair, that was kind of long, and very curly. You racked your brain as to what his name was. Billie Joe. You didn't know him, per say. You knew OF him, and had seen him around school, when he decided to show up that was. You'd never actually spoken to him, and the only thing you knew about him, was that he was in a band. What his role in the band was, you did not know. But the fact that he was in a band, to you, was pretty cool. Billie Joe just sat at the table, arms folded, looking as though he were bored, and waiting for someone. Maybe you could sit with him until either his friends arrived, or the prep squad did. Slowly, you approached him. "Hi, um...Billie Joe?"

He looked up suprisedly at you. You had to admit, he had the most gorgeous green eyes you'd ever seen. Frowning at you, he spoke. "What the fuck do you want? I'm not bothering you, so why do you have to come over and fuck with me?"

Suprised by the hostility, you took a step back. "I wasn't trying to bother you, I just--I was waiting for some people, and saw you were sitting by yourself, and wanted to know if I could sit here..."

Billie Joe continued to frown at you for a moment before he spoke again. "Yeah, okay. The only time preppy bitches like you ever come near me is when they want to piss me off or mock me about--God knows what. So why don't you go and sit with your own preppy group of friends, and leave me the fuck alone." He paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, he feigned a preppy girly voice. "And besides, sitting with me is like, total social suicide."

You sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I bothered you. I just saw you were sitting by yourself, and thought maybe I could sit here..." Then, something in you snapped. You were pissed off at him. "And for the record, I dont give a fuck about 'social suicide'. Who are you to label me like everyone else labels you? I mean honestly, I'm NOT a prep, and you shouldnt label me because of who I associate with. I'm just me, not to be stereotypically labeled by you, or any other person in the fucking world! You dont know me to judge me! I didn't judge you, now did I?!" You hadn't meant to snap at him, but what he said had just really pissed you off.

For a moment, Billie Joe looked bewildered. You assumed it was because he really had thought you were a prep and trying to piss him off, and had completely turning the tables and cursing him out, a highly unexpected turn of events. After looking at you for a moment longer, he smiled and slid a chair out. "Guess I really did misjudge you. I never thought I'd see the day a cheerleader hated labels, or had a mouth almost as bad as mine." He smirked at you as you sat down.

You couldnt help but smile a bit. "That's because most cheerleaders actually WANT to wave pom-pom's at people. This is just my way of keeping my mother off my case for being a waste. I'd much rather be home listening to my albums."

Billie Joe just nodded slightly. You looked at him for a moment. He was actually really good looking. You were brought out of your daze as he spoke. "Is this your first year here? I dont remember ever seeing you before this September."
You nodded in response.
"Ahh, I see."

Just then, you noticed the guitar magazine he was holding and a slight smile curled the corners of your lips. "You play guitar?" Billie Joe smiled broadly at you. "Yeah, me, Tre, and Mike are in a band. Sweet Children. You're into guitars?"

"Hell yes!" you blurted out. A group of familiar giggles broke your reverie. You looked up to see Allie, Shannon, and Michelle laughing at Billie Joe, and looking at the 2 of you digustedly.