My Lame Title (Exciting, eh?), chapter 1

He watched her with a smile on his face as she walked down the hall next to whom he thought was her friend, if not best friend. He watched her open her locker, drop some books in, laughing with her friend.
"Tre? Tre... "
Tre snapped out of his trance, a bit of a guilty look on his face as he looked over at Billie Joe who had called him.
"Uh... Yeah?" He said, watching as Billie Joe etched in some lyrics on the wooden lunch table.
"Practice at my place. After school. Okay?" He said, not looking up.
"'Kay... "
"Oh, by the way Tre? Way out of your league." Billie said, a grin forming on his face.

She shut her locker as Melissa grabbed her sleeve, swinging her around so there backs were against the locker, heads pulled together.
"See that guy?" She whispered, pointing to three guys sitting at a lunch table.
"Eh... That would be three Melissa dear." She said in a mock "You're really stupid you don't even know it" nice voice.
"No shit. The guy with the green hair?" Melissa said, smacking her arm playfully.
"Yeah?" She said, her voice showing interest.
"He has been watching you... I think he has the hots for you." She said, trying to stifle giggles.
"Well... Hmm... He's kinda cute." She said, tipping her head sideways, smiling.
"Well... The bells gonna ring soon... Anyway, you see that other guy? The one with the kinda brownish hair? HE is Two Dollar Bill." She said.
"Really? Shit... Okay, you go ahead. I've been out for days... Seriously." She unhooked her arm from Melissa's and walked off toward the three boys.

"Shit... Tre, she's coming over." Billie said, watching her walk, how her hips swung from side to side, the California wind blowing her hair across her face.
"Seriously? Are you... " He turned around and saw her, and she smiled at him. She SMILED at him. Or at least he thinks she did.
"Hello? So, I heard you are Two Dollar Bill... Am I correct?" She said, pointing slightly at Billie Joe. Tre sighed.
"Two Dollar Bill at your service. Unless you're one of those people that goes around trying to find the druggies so they can report them. Then I'm just Billie Joe." He told her, a smile finding it's way across his lips.
She told him what she wanted, and paid her due. She lit one up right then and there, the tardy bell ringing.
"God... I think I'm in love with you." She said, blowing the smoke out.
Billie chuckled a bit, thinking if only, because so far, she was the best chick he had ever met.
"Care to join me?" She said as she saw each of them watch the smoke swirl up, a look on their faces saying they wanted some. They all grinned, pulling some out. Tre searched his pocket, setting the joint between his lips, feeling around. He heard a click and saw a flame lighting his joint. She flipped it back to close it, tucking it into her jean jacket pocket.
"Thanks... " Tre said closing his eyes as he inhaled, holding the smoke in for as long as he could.
"I'm Helena. But people call me Fish. Don't ask why." She stuck out her hand, and he took it.
"Frank. But my friends call me Tre Cool." He said, opening his eyes to look at her.
"Hi... " She lifted her hand like when you tell a secret, and whispered to
him, "What should I call you?"
"You can call me Tre." He whispered back.
"Hi Tre." She said. "Hey, don't I have classes with you?"
"Four." He said instantly.
"What?" She said, looking up from her shoes.
"Uh, I said... I think so to."
"Ah... Okay." She stubbed out her joint, kicking it a bit, and stood up.
"I should go. Mrs. Eschilmen said if I was tardy again... Uh, well, she's gonna have a cow. See you guys later."
All three waved goodbye, and all three watched her walk away, eyes rolling up and down her backside. When she was far enough away, Mike whistled.
"Damn." He said in a half whisper, shaking his head slightly.
"Well Tre... I agree with Billie." Mike said, pursing his lips, nodding his head.
"Thanks a lot, man." Tre said, still watching her.

Fish tucked her black hair behind her ears, smiling. She liked them. She walked to her classroom, silently opening the door, and slipping into the nearest desk. With out looking around the teacher sighed.
"Miss Fish. Tardy again I see?" Mrs. Eshilmen said.
"Yes." Fish rolled her eyes, frowning.
"Detention after school. DON'T BE LATE." She said pointedly.
"Okay. Sheesh, I've only been late for detention... " She thought for a moment, but the teacher cut her off.
"Every single time. DON'T BE LATE."
"Okay, okay." Fish held her hands up in surrender.

The final bell rang and Fish gathered up her books, walking to Mrs. Echilmen's classroom, opening the door.
"I see you aren't late this time. Have a seat."
She rolled her eyes, looking for a good place to sit. Her eyes rolled over the classroom, and he eyes settled on Tre. Smiling, she made her way over to him and sat behind him.
"Fish. Do you know him? You better not." Mrs. Echilmen peered over her bifocals at Fish, and she shook her head,
"No Mrs. Echilmen, I don't, I've just always wanted to sit here." She said.
The teacher shook her head, turning around to wipe the black board off.
"Hey." Fish said, leaning forward.

He could feel her warm breath on his neck as she whispered her hello, and he almost died, right there.
"Hey." He said shakily.
"What are you doing after school?" She whispered.
His heart skipped a beat and he racked his brain.
"Nothing... Oh, wait, I have practice." He said, a bit disappointed.
"Practice?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Band... I... Uh, those guys you met earlier, we have a band." He said.
"Oh, hey, that's cool. What do you play?" She said, her interest sparked.
"Drums." He said, smiling.
"I'll be your drums Tre Cool." Fish said, her eyes sparkling, a grin on her lips.
"Wha-? Oh." He said, a hug grin crossing over his lips.
So he could BANG her.
"Anytime." He said.
She laughed, not able to keep up with the joke any longer.
"Well, after you guys practice, you want to go to the game? I'm meeting some friends there, and then we're supposed to go to Bogey's (BO, like the name, and GEYS, like keys with a G. It's this little diner-type thing where I live.)
"Yeah. That sounds good."