You erased yourself, so shut up!, chapter 2

Tre was sitting at his usual table in the school canteen, prodding at his sandwich, feeling kinda down. He was waiting for his best friend, Jessie...

"His name was Jessie? Isn't that a girl's name?"
"Mike, shut up and let Tre tell the story!"

He was waiting for his best friend, Jessie, who was running late, probably because he'd been given a detention again or something. Tre sighed, and looked at his watch. He'd been sitting there on his own for ten minutes now, most unlike him, something the jocks had noticed too...
"Hey, drummer boy, where's your little friend? Has he got a life now, and left you out to dry?"
Tre did his best to ignore them, but it's kinda hard to ignore someone when they start throwing food at you.


"You were bullied in high school? You, Tre? I never would have guessed THAT! Billie, can you imagine Tre getting bullied?"
"Yeah, cos we were bullied too remember? Anyway, shut up!"
"Oops, sorry Tre."


A glob of mashed potato hit Tre on the back of the head, and he decided he'd had enough. He stood up, and picked up his tray, walking off to the jeers of the jocks. He reached the door, paused, and turned back to them.
"Guys, where's the need? I'm going to be famous one day, you'll see, and you'll be stuck in sucky, dead-end jobs. We'll see who's laughing then!"
He ran out the door as a few of the football team stood up;in fact, he didn't stop running 'til he had reached the bleachers outside. He climbed to the top, and lent back against teh seat, regaining his breath.


"You ran away? Why didn't you stand up to them? You're a drummer, I bet you could have kicked their asses!"
Tre turned to Mike, looking annoyed.
"Ok, one, there were about 12 of them and one of me, and two, will you stop interrupting me? I'll never finsih at this rate!"
"Sorry Tre."
"Actually guys," Billie said, getting up. "You'd better go get rady, we need to go to that press conference in an hour. Don't worry Tre, you can finish you're story on the way."
"Yeah, cool. Mike, I'm in the shower first."
"Oh yeah? We;ll see about that!"
The bassist and the drummer dashed off, fighting like little boys, leaving behind Billie Joe, who just shook his head and picked up his own letter.