Billie Joe was my friend, chapter 1
I was walking to my high school, checking if what I wore was torn by the branches of the bushes. A long, flowing black dress, and boots. Perfect. Oh, and I had a shitload of makeup.But before I could get through the door, I bumped into Billie Joe Armstrong and started the daily argument.
"Watch where you're going!"
"Well, if you weren't blocking my way..."
"Are you calling me fat?"
"Maybe I am!"
"I don't wanna argue with you about it, so go away."
He moved without hitting me.(for once). I made my way to homeroom, where my best friend was waiting for me.
"Did you tell him?"
"Ashlyn, I couldn't. You know he hates my guts."
Ok. I'll explain. I secretly had a huge crush on Billie Joe since the 8th
grade. But he hated me at first sight, and he still does, even if we're in
10th grade now. Ashlyn was really optimistic, and she had a crackpot
theory that Billie Joe liked me.
"Mia, you can't harbor your secret forever. I honestly think
he likes you."
Yea, right. And I'm Lindsay Lohan. I looked blankly at her, wondering how she could even think he likes me. She looked at me with that look that she often gave me that said, 'Quit being a dumbass. I KNOW he does.' My best friend was a pure blonde. No, she really is a blonde...although she makes me say no offense to her when I tell her a blonde joke. She held that look until the bell rang, and Billie Joe walked in. Which was weird, since he doesn't have Mr. Pinchley for homeroom.
"Class. We have a new student. His name is Billie Joe Armstrong."
Oh God, please kill me now. He looked at me coldly, and sat next to me, since there was no where else to sit, evidently. I covered my face with my hands, and Ashlyn, who sits all the way across the room, shot me a look that plainly said,'Enjoy it while it lasts, dude.' I sighed, and gave her my infamous psycho look. Honestly she was getting on my last nerve. There was no way that my all-time tormenter could possibly have a crush on me. I wouldn't hear of it. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was like smoking. Addicting, but brutal. He caught me staring at him, and released one of the oldest jokes for staring.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Oh, you bring it on, bitch."
Why the hell was he so mean? I slid down in my seat. I mean, I always knew he was a jackass, but still. It really hurt. As soon as the bell rang, I ran out into the hall, hoping that Billie Joe wouldn't chase me like he normally did. But, unfortnatly for me, he did.
"Mia! I need to tell you something!"
"Yeah? Well shove it up your ass, because it hurts like hell when
you torture me!"
"But, Mia," he began. "LOOK AT ME!"
But for the first time since 8th grade, I didn't want to. He had hurt me for too long. But, he caught up to me and turned me around to face him, fury in his eyes. He scared me so much that...that...
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"
Yup. I had slapped him across the face. But, then he punched me in the stomach.Slapping, punching, kicking, and yes, swearing, was going on.
"Mr. Armstrong! Miss Cummings! IN SCHOOL SUSPENSION!
You will be upstairs in the counselor's office. TODAY!"
We stopped trying to kill each other, and looked up. Our principal, Mrs. Hardwire, was towering over us. Oh, no. I had never gotten anything more than a warning. My sister was going to kill me. ( My dad doesn't punish me because he doesn't know how.) I bit my lip.
"Crap, Mia. Your sis's gonna go ballistic." Ashlyn said warningly.
"Tell me something I don't know."
Ashlyn lightened up.
"But you'll be all alone with Billie! Oh, the love!"
She giggled, stretching the words, 'Billie', 'Oh,' and 'love.'
"Shut up!"
There were more than enough rumors about my suspension, and keeping Billie Joe and I cooped up toghether.(imagine what those were about) I was already annoyed when I made my way upstairs to the counselor's office when Billie Joe smirked and said:
"Look what the cat dragged in."
"Why do you have to be so mean?"
"It's the way I am. Deal with it."
I knew when I went to the desk to sign in to my doom, Billie Joe was checking my ass out. I just didn't want to admit it. I turned around and sat next to him. Under the leather, there was cotton. I just knew it. Meaning that I knew he was sweet, although he was trying to be a badass. I grinned evilly at him, but stopped when he asked if there was something wrong with my face. I looked away and stared at the pale blue wall until Mrs. Hardwire ushered us into a huge room with blank walls, ceiling, and floor.
"Watch where you're going!"
"Well, if you weren't blocking my way..."
"Are you calling me fat?"
"Maybe I am!"
"I don't wanna argue with you about it, so go away."
He moved without hitting me.(for once). I made my way to homeroom, where my best friend was waiting for me.
"Did you tell him?"
"Ashlyn, I couldn't. You know he hates my guts."
Ok. I'll explain. I secretly had a huge crush on Billie Joe since the 8th
grade. But he hated me at first sight, and he still does, even if we're in
10th grade now. Ashlyn was really optimistic, and she had a crackpot
theory that Billie Joe liked me.
"Mia, you can't harbor your secret forever. I honestly think
he likes you."
Yea, right. And I'm Lindsay Lohan. I looked blankly at her, wondering how she could even think he likes me. She looked at me with that look that she often gave me that said, 'Quit being a dumbass. I KNOW he does.' My best friend was a pure blonde. No, she really is a blonde...although she makes me say no offense to her when I tell her a blonde joke. She held that look until the bell rang, and Billie Joe walked in. Which was weird, since he doesn't have Mr. Pinchley for homeroom.
"Class. We have a new student. His name is Billie Joe Armstrong."
Oh God, please kill me now. He looked at me coldly, and sat next to me, since there was no where else to sit, evidently. I covered my face with my hands, and Ashlyn, who sits all the way across the room, shot me a look that plainly said,'Enjoy it while it lasts, dude.' I sighed, and gave her my infamous psycho look. Honestly she was getting on my last nerve. There was no way that my all-time tormenter could possibly have a crush on me. I wouldn't hear of it. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was like smoking. Addicting, but brutal. He caught me staring at him, and released one of the oldest jokes for staring.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Oh, you bring it on, bitch."
Why the hell was he so mean? I slid down in my seat. I mean, I always knew he was a jackass, but still. It really hurt. As soon as the bell rang, I ran out into the hall, hoping that Billie Joe wouldn't chase me like he normally did. But, unfortnatly for me, he did.
"Mia! I need to tell you something!"
"Yeah? Well shove it up your ass, because it hurts like hell when
you torture me!"
"But, Mia," he began. "LOOK AT ME!"
But for the first time since 8th grade, I didn't want to. He had hurt me for too long. But, he caught up to me and turned me around to face him, fury in his eyes. He scared me so much that...that...
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"
Yup. I had slapped him across the face. But, then he punched me in the stomach.Slapping, punching, kicking, and yes, swearing, was going on.
"Mr. Armstrong! Miss Cummings! IN SCHOOL SUSPENSION!
You will be upstairs in the counselor's office. TODAY!"
We stopped trying to kill each other, and looked up. Our principal, Mrs. Hardwire, was towering over us. Oh, no. I had never gotten anything more than a warning. My sister was going to kill me. ( My dad doesn't punish me because he doesn't know how.) I bit my lip.
"Crap, Mia. Your sis's gonna go ballistic." Ashlyn said warningly.
"Tell me something I don't know."
Ashlyn lightened up.
"But you'll be all alone with Billie! Oh, the love!"
She giggled, stretching the words, 'Billie', 'Oh,' and 'love.'
"Shut up!"
There were more than enough rumors about my suspension, and keeping Billie Joe and I cooped up toghether.(imagine what those were about) I was already annoyed when I made my way upstairs to the counselor's office when Billie Joe smirked and said:
"Look what the cat dragged in."
"Why do you have to be so mean?"
"It's the way I am. Deal with it."
I knew when I went to the desk to sign in to my doom, Billie Joe was checking my ass out. I just didn't want to admit it. I turned around and sat next to him. Under the leather, there was cotton. I just knew it. Meaning that I knew he was sweet, although he was trying to be a badass. I grinned evilly at him, but stopped when he asked if there was something wrong with my face. I looked away and stared at the pale blue wall until Mrs. Hardwire ushered us into a huge room with blank walls, ceiling, and floor.
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