Basketcase, chapter 7
I woke up in my bed at Mike's house. Shoes and socks off, apparently Billie was polite enough to leave me in my clothes, as not to invade my privacy. I walked out of the room and into the bathroom. I looked at my tear stained face and wiped the mascara off my cheeks. Then it hit me, everything from last night. Tears stung at my eyes as I tried to fight them back. I walked out into the living room to see Billie already up, considering it was only 6:00 it was very surprising. I walked into the kitchen to get breakfast before getting ready for school. I found some lucky charms and walked back into the living room. I sat next to Billie and started eating.
"I'm not going to make you tell me, I just want you to know that I'm here for you," he said with a very caring voice. "I know" I set down my bowl and gave him a hug. "Right now I'm probably going to need you." I tried my hardest to keep the tears from coming up. "Does that mean you're going to tell me?" I nodded. "I..... I walked in on him and his ex...." There was no point in fighting the tears now. I cried into his shoulder while he held me. After a few minutes I got up and got ready for school. 'Today's going to be the best!' I thought sarcastically.
I walked in a bit early so I decided to go to the cafeteria and try and get work on my story for English. I had finally decided what to write about. I wrote about my life. Using different names of course, no one would notice because no one but Ashley knew about my life. Chris came up and sat down next to me. "What 'cha writin''?"
I ignored him hoping he would go join someone else. "What's wrong?" Of course he wouldn't leave me. "Fuck off," was all I could bring myself to saying. "What's up with you? PMSing?" he said trying to be somewhat amusing. I didn't say anything more, I just grabbed my bag and my composition book and ran out of the cafeteria. I could hear his foot steps behind me. I slowed to a walk not caring who saw my tears. He ran in front of me and stopped me, holding my shoulders. He saw me crying and pulled me into a hug. "Get off me!" I yelled running from his hold. I ran into the court yard and stopped not knowing where to go now. "Chrystelle! What is wrong with you?!"
"Piss off Chris I think you know damn well what's wrong." I yelled. "No I don't! Now would you just tell me?!" he yelled back, a little softer. "I saw you!!" I screamed through my sobs, "With HER!!"
With that I ran past him and to my locker I scribbled a note to Ashley and stuck it in her locker, explaining that I went home. Then I ran as fast as I could back to Mike's. As I rushed through the door I ran into Mike, I didn't stop. "Chrystelle?!" I ran straight to the room I knew Billie would be in. I slammed the door open. Billie stopped strumming his guitar and looked up. When he saw me he got up and embraced me in his arms. He picked me up and set me in the bed, then he sat next to me wiping the tears from my eyes and brushing my hair out of my face the whole time looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. My sobbing came to a tear rolling down my cheek occasionally.
Mike ran into the room, I could see the worry in his eyes. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side of me." What happened?" Billie looked at me with questioning eyes. I nodded and he led Mike out of the room. I picked up Billie's guitar, his precious Blue. I started carefully strumming a song I had written. After about thirty minutes there was a soft knock at the door. "Yeah?" I put the guitar down softly next to me. Mike walked in holding a tray of food, Billie came in behind him. "Aaawwwww you guys! That's so sweet!" Mike put the tray down on my lap. I looked at the burnt toast, overcooked eggs and the half dead flower. I couldn't help but laugh. At least they tried, it's the thought that counts. "What?" Billie asked sounding hurt. "Nothing, it's just so sweet of you guys to do this for me." I laughed. I realized that these guys would be here for me no matter what, they really cared about me. A single tear rolled down my face. Mike knelt next to me and wiped it away. "Every thing's going to get better, OK? I promise." I could only hope.
"I'm not going to make you tell me, I just want you to know that I'm here for you," he said with a very caring voice. "I know" I set down my bowl and gave him a hug. "Right now I'm probably going to need you." I tried my hardest to keep the tears from coming up. "Does that mean you're going to tell me?" I nodded. "I..... I walked in on him and his ex...." There was no point in fighting the tears now. I cried into his shoulder while he held me. After a few minutes I got up and got ready for school. 'Today's going to be the best!' I thought sarcastically.
I walked in a bit early so I decided to go to the cafeteria and try and get work on my story for English. I had finally decided what to write about. I wrote about my life. Using different names of course, no one would notice because no one but Ashley knew about my life. Chris came up and sat down next to me. "What 'cha writin''?"
I ignored him hoping he would go join someone else. "What's wrong?" Of course he wouldn't leave me. "Fuck off," was all I could bring myself to saying. "What's up with you? PMSing?" he said trying to be somewhat amusing. I didn't say anything more, I just grabbed my bag and my composition book and ran out of the cafeteria. I could hear his foot steps behind me. I slowed to a walk not caring who saw my tears. He ran in front of me and stopped me, holding my shoulders. He saw me crying and pulled me into a hug. "Get off me!" I yelled running from his hold. I ran into the court yard and stopped not knowing where to go now. "Chrystelle! What is wrong with you?!"
"Piss off Chris I think you know damn well what's wrong." I yelled. "No I don't! Now would you just tell me?!" he yelled back, a little softer. "I saw you!!" I screamed through my sobs, "With HER!!"
With that I ran past him and to my locker I scribbled a note to Ashley and stuck it in her locker, explaining that I went home. Then I ran as fast as I could back to Mike's. As I rushed through the door I ran into Mike, I didn't stop. "Chrystelle?!" I ran straight to the room I knew Billie would be in. I slammed the door open. Billie stopped strumming his guitar and looked up. When he saw me he got up and embraced me in his arms. He picked me up and set me in the bed, then he sat next to me wiping the tears from my eyes and brushing my hair out of my face the whole time looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. My sobbing came to a tear rolling down my cheek occasionally.
Mike ran into the room, I could see the worry in his eyes. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side of me." What happened?" Billie looked at me with questioning eyes. I nodded and he led Mike out of the room. I picked up Billie's guitar, his precious Blue. I started carefully strumming a song I had written. After about thirty minutes there was a soft knock at the door. "Yeah?" I put the guitar down softly next to me. Mike walked in holding a tray of food, Billie came in behind him. "Aaawwwww you guys! That's so sweet!" Mike put the tray down on my lap. I looked at the burnt toast, overcooked eggs and the half dead flower. I couldn't help but laugh. At least they tried, it's the thought that counts. "What?" Billie asked sounding hurt. "Nothing, it's just so sweet of you guys to do this for me." I laughed. I realized that these guys would be here for me no matter what, they really cared about me. A single tear rolled down my face. Mike knelt next to me and wiped it away. "Every thing's going to get better, OK? I promise." I could only hope.
