My American Idiots, chapter 6
**Billie Joe's POV**
Stupid girls! I was being tough for her. Then she goes and ruins it by fighting him herself! I need my space to be a man! Why can't girls just stick to playing dollies and make-up, for Christs Sake?!?!
**Jessica's POV**
Stupid boys! Can't they get it through their thick skulls that girls can fight too? He went all banana-ramas at me just for standing up for myself! I need my independence to be a woman! Why can't guys wise up to all this 'Equality of the Sexes' stuff, for Christs Sake?!?!
**Trè's POV**
Jeez, what's crawled up Billie's ass and died? Jess kicks ASS! Did you see the way she took Dork-man out? Slap, smack, smack, WHAM! That was FUCKING COOL! I wonder if she'd give me boxing lessons or something! Poor Billie, though. He's been looking for a reason to beat the shit out of Dork-man for ages...
**Mike's POV**
Fucking hell! I've got one ass-kicking chick who I barely know on one hand and one guy with a bruised ego who I've known for the past six years on the other! Why can't life be simple? I should stick with Billie. I'm sure Trè will take care of Jess for the rest of the day. I don't think Billie's gonna want to talk to her for a while. It might be an idea to keep them apart, and give them time to cool off. Billie's an awesome fighter, and things could get pretty ugly if we let them have at it!
**Jess and Trè**
"Trè, could you please show me the way to Mr. Danielson's office?" Jess asked flexing her aching fingers. Punching isn't all sugar and spice. It frigging hurts!
"Why?" he asked her, slightly confused. "You gonna dob Dork-man in?"
"No, I don't 'dob', thank-you very much!" Jess replied. "I need to go turn myself in."
"Why?"
"I just assaulted a student, you frog-wit," she replied.
"Frog-what?" he asked.
"Oh, long story. It basically means fuck-wit," Jess said as Trè lead her across the courtyard to the admin.
"Remind me why you want to turn yourself in," Trè said as they approached the offices.
"Mum and Dad taught me that if I do wrong, I need to own up to it and take my punishment. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if I got suspended for a week after that one!" Jess replied with a small laugh.
After Trè and Jess told the secretary that they needed to see the principal, she pressed the intercom and said, "Mr. Danielson? There are two students here who say they need to see you, sir."
"Very well. Send them in, Doris. Thank-you," he replied in a western drawl.
"Come in students. Could you please tell me your names?" Mr. Danielson asked as they sat down.
"I'm Trè Cool, well actually it's Frank Wright, I've been here for the past few years, and this is Jessica Murray, she just came here this morning," Trè explained.
"Ah, yes! Miss Murray, how are you settling in?" the principal asked, his hands folded in front of him.
"Well, I've gotten off to a bad start, sir," she replied. "I got into a fight about ten minutes ago."
"What, what, what?!" cried Mr. Danielson, quite shocked. "A young woman fighting? Absurd!"
"Please allow me to explain, Mr. Danielson," Jess interjected as politely as she could. "We, that is Frank here, Michael Pritchard and Billie Joe Armstrong and I, were sitting down to recess, and were minding our own business, when Luke Dorfman and a few other boys on the football team came up to us and started trouble.
Firstly, Luke gave Billie a poisonous look, then he invited me to a party, which I politely declined, and he started hassling me to come. Then Billie and Mike stood up for me. After that, the other boys tried aggravating Billie Joe. Then Luke was very rude to Tr- Frank here.
We turned away from him and went to walk away from a conflict when Luke grabbed my arm, there's a slight bruise, right here. I asked him to let go of me twice, then I pulled my arm out of his grasp, slapped his ears to disorientate him, the I gave him two left handed jabs, and a right handed upper-cut. The other boys carried the semi-conscious Dorfman off, and that was the end of it."
"Well, I, uh," Mr. Danielson wasn't used to students coming to his office and admitting to physically assaulting another student. Let alone a girl nearly knocking a football player out. This young lady looked like she'd snap in a rough breeze! Needless to say, he was quite lost for words.
"Thank-you for coming and telling me this," the headmaster said as he finished jotting down some notes. "I'm sure you'll understand that two weeks, two hours, afternoon detention and a letter home to your guardian is required after getting into a fight. But, considering that you have come to me and turned yourself in, it will only be one week. Mr. Dorfman will be enjoying three weeks of two hour detention for laying hands on a lady. Thank-you for alerting me to this. You are free to go."
"Thank-you sir," said Jess, treating Mr. Danielson to a charming smile, pushing her chair in, and walking out the door with Trè next to her.
"Oh, and Miss Murray?" Mr. Danielson called after her.
"Yes sir?" she asked.
"Could you please tell your friend, Mr. Dirnt that he will be joining you in detention? After that little incident with Mrs. Witch-croft, it's compulsory that I take action." He gave Jess and Trè a little wink to tell that that he was on their side, against Mrs. Witcroft.
"Yes sir," she said, grinning. "Will do!"
As Jess and Trè walked back down the corridor to their next class Trè said, "Ten hours! TEN WHOLE FREAKIN' HOURS! How in the hell? I gotta 'turn myself in' more often!"
"See? If the teachers and headmaster can see that you are responsible and mature enough to turn yourself in, they cut back on your punishment." Jess explained. "It's always a good idea to get on their good side. You get in less trouble!"
"A LOT less trouble!" Trè said. He was obviously shocked that being a little girl scout could lessen a punishment. "Were you ever in Scouts?" he asked eventually.
"No," Jess said with a semi-disgusted look on her face. "What the hell made you think I was a Scout?"
"Let's see," Trè ticked the following off on his fingers. "You stuck up for me in class against Madame Hornets' Nest."
"Any good friend would do that," Jess replied getting a drink.
"Yeah, uh-huh," he replied, not entirely believing her. "You went straight to the principal to dob yourself in."
"So I have morals. Sue me," Jess said with a shrug.
"I'll hold you to that," he said. "Last week you helped some old lady with her shopping."
"So, she needed help," Jess said crossly. "And that reminds me! You guys didn't lift a finger, until I asked you to!"
"So I don't have any morals. Sue me!" Trè replied with a grin.
Jess looked sky/ceiling-wards, as if in a silent prayer. Not that she was religious. She couldn't get into the whole 'Blind Faith' thing.
"C'mon," Jess said as Trè had a quiet chuckle. "We're late enough for English as is," Jess speeding up a little bit.
**Mike and Billie Joe**
Billie Joe was in a bad mood. 'Stupid fucking females! ' he thought to himself. 'If she had have just let me put that fucker Dorfman in his fucking place we'd all be sitting here all nice and fucking happy! ' He didn't care if she saw it, but he threw a sour look (and a paper ball, which missed) at Jess, who was sitting on the other side of the room with the Trè-tor.
"Yo, Billie! Dude!" Mike hissed at him. "Get on with it! Mr. Verona doesn't like you piss farting around! You know your one of his better students!"
"Do I look like I give a shit right now?!" he hissed back.
"Billie Joe, could you please take your feet off the desk?" Mr. Verona asked. He didn't mind the class having certain freedoms, but if the vice principal, Mrs. Hahdass, walked in at any moment, they could all be in it up to their elbows. "Thanks mate." Mr. Verona turned back to the class. "Now, as I understand it, we have a new student; Miss... " he checked his ledger. "Murray. Jessica. I know your most probably gonna be doing this all day, so I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to come up here and tell the guys who weren't in your last two sessions about yourself."
Jess walked up to the podium-thingy Mr. Verona had at the front of his class for their public speaking exercises. Billie watched in disdain as she walked confidently (although he had a, different, word for it. He thought she was being big-headed, just coz she collapsed Dorfman's face) up to it. She started speaking, he shut it out and returned to his battered old exercise book, in which he wrote his songs for the band.
Mike kicked Billie's leg in the aisle. Billie never could sit properly, and Mike usually exploited this. And Billie's gestures and expressions went unnoticed most of the time.
Mike's head was a messed up tangle of thoughts. He was wondering why Billie Joe went so spastic at Jess, true she had pretty much made him look weak by fighting when Billie was capable of taking care of the situation. But at least they now know that Jess didn't need baby-sitting. Trè seemed to be in awe of her at the moment. Mike was torn between his two best friends. Life was a lot simpler two weeks ago.
Stupid girls! I was being tough for her. Then she goes and ruins it by fighting him herself! I need my space to be a man! Why can't girls just stick to playing dollies and make-up, for Christs Sake?!?!
**Jessica's POV**
Stupid boys! Can't they get it through their thick skulls that girls can fight too? He went all banana-ramas at me just for standing up for myself! I need my independence to be a woman! Why can't guys wise up to all this 'Equality of the Sexes' stuff, for Christs Sake?!?!
**Trè's POV**
Jeez, what's crawled up Billie's ass and died? Jess kicks ASS! Did you see the way she took Dork-man out? Slap, smack, smack, WHAM! That was FUCKING COOL! I wonder if she'd give me boxing lessons or something! Poor Billie, though. He's been looking for a reason to beat the shit out of Dork-man for ages...
**Mike's POV**
Fucking hell! I've got one ass-kicking chick who I barely know on one hand and one guy with a bruised ego who I've known for the past six years on the other! Why can't life be simple? I should stick with Billie. I'm sure Trè will take care of Jess for the rest of the day. I don't think Billie's gonna want to talk to her for a while. It might be an idea to keep them apart, and give them time to cool off. Billie's an awesome fighter, and things could get pretty ugly if we let them have at it!
**Jess and Trè**
"Trè, could you please show me the way to Mr. Danielson's office?" Jess asked flexing her aching fingers. Punching isn't all sugar and spice. It frigging hurts!
"Why?" he asked her, slightly confused. "You gonna dob Dork-man in?"
"No, I don't 'dob', thank-you very much!" Jess replied. "I need to go turn myself in."
"Why?"
"I just assaulted a student, you frog-wit," she replied.
"Frog-what?" he asked.
"Oh, long story. It basically means fuck-wit," Jess said as Trè lead her across the courtyard to the admin.
"Remind me why you want to turn yourself in," Trè said as they approached the offices.
"Mum and Dad taught me that if I do wrong, I need to own up to it and take my punishment. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if I got suspended for a week after that one!" Jess replied with a small laugh.
After Trè and Jess told the secretary that they needed to see the principal, she pressed the intercom and said, "Mr. Danielson? There are two students here who say they need to see you, sir."
"Very well. Send them in, Doris. Thank-you," he replied in a western drawl.
"Come in students. Could you please tell me your names?" Mr. Danielson asked as they sat down.
"I'm Trè Cool, well actually it's Frank Wright, I've been here for the past few years, and this is Jessica Murray, she just came here this morning," Trè explained.
"Ah, yes! Miss Murray, how are you settling in?" the principal asked, his hands folded in front of him.
"Well, I've gotten off to a bad start, sir," she replied. "I got into a fight about ten minutes ago."
"What, what, what?!" cried Mr. Danielson, quite shocked. "A young woman fighting? Absurd!"
"Please allow me to explain, Mr. Danielson," Jess interjected as politely as she could. "We, that is Frank here, Michael Pritchard and Billie Joe Armstrong and I, were sitting down to recess, and were minding our own business, when Luke Dorfman and a few other boys on the football team came up to us and started trouble.
Firstly, Luke gave Billie a poisonous look, then he invited me to a party, which I politely declined, and he started hassling me to come. Then Billie and Mike stood up for me. After that, the other boys tried aggravating Billie Joe. Then Luke was very rude to Tr- Frank here.
We turned away from him and went to walk away from a conflict when Luke grabbed my arm, there's a slight bruise, right here. I asked him to let go of me twice, then I pulled my arm out of his grasp, slapped his ears to disorientate him, the I gave him two left handed jabs, and a right handed upper-cut. The other boys carried the semi-conscious Dorfman off, and that was the end of it."
"Well, I, uh," Mr. Danielson wasn't used to students coming to his office and admitting to physically assaulting another student. Let alone a girl nearly knocking a football player out. This young lady looked like she'd snap in a rough breeze! Needless to say, he was quite lost for words.
"Thank-you for coming and telling me this," the headmaster said as he finished jotting down some notes. "I'm sure you'll understand that two weeks, two hours, afternoon detention and a letter home to your guardian is required after getting into a fight. But, considering that you have come to me and turned yourself in, it will only be one week. Mr. Dorfman will be enjoying three weeks of two hour detention for laying hands on a lady. Thank-you for alerting me to this. You are free to go."
"Thank-you sir," said Jess, treating Mr. Danielson to a charming smile, pushing her chair in, and walking out the door with Trè next to her.
"Oh, and Miss Murray?" Mr. Danielson called after her.
"Yes sir?" she asked.
"Could you please tell your friend, Mr. Dirnt that he will be joining you in detention? After that little incident with Mrs. Witch-croft, it's compulsory that I take action." He gave Jess and Trè a little wink to tell that that he was on their side, against Mrs. Witcroft.
"Yes sir," she said, grinning. "Will do!"
As Jess and Trè walked back down the corridor to their next class Trè said, "Ten hours! TEN WHOLE FREAKIN' HOURS! How in the hell? I gotta 'turn myself in' more often!"
"See? If the teachers and headmaster can see that you are responsible and mature enough to turn yourself in, they cut back on your punishment." Jess explained. "It's always a good idea to get on their good side. You get in less trouble!"
"A LOT less trouble!" Trè said. He was obviously shocked that being a little girl scout could lessen a punishment. "Were you ever in Scouts?" he asked eventually.
"No," Jess said with a semi-disgusted look on her face. "What the hell made you think I was a Scout?"
"Let's see," Trè ticked the following off on his fingers. "You stuck up for me in class against Madame Hornets' Nest."
"Any good friend would do that," Jess replied getting a drink.
"Yeah, uh-huh," he replied, not entirely believing her. "You went straight to the principal to dob yourself in."
"So I have morals. Sue me," Jess said with a shrug.
"I'll hold you to that," he said. "Last week you helped some old lady with her shopping."
"So, she needed help," Jess said crossly. "And that reminds me! You guys didn't lift a finger, until I asked you to!"
"So I don't have any morals. Sue me!" Trè replied with a grin.
Jess looked sky/ceiling-wards, as if in a silent prayer. Not that she was religious. She couldn't get into the whole 'Blind Faith' thing.
"C'mon," Jess said as Trè had a quiet chuckle. "We're late enough for English as is," Jess speeding up a little bit.
**Mike and Billie Joe**
Billie Joe was in a bad mood. 'Stupid fucking females! ' he thought to himself. 'If she had have just let me put that fucker Dorfman in his fucking place we'd all be sitting here all nice and fucking happy! ' He didn't care if she saw it, but he threw a sour look (and a paper ball, which missed) at Jess, who was sitting on the other side of the room with the Trè-tor.
"Yo, Billie! Dude!" Mike hissed at him. "Get on with it! Mr. Verona doesn't like you piss farting around! You know your one of his better students!"
"Do I look like I give a shit right now?!" he hissed back.
"Billie Joe, could you please take your feet off the desk?" Mr. Verona asked. He didn't mind the class having certain freedoms, but if the vice principal, Mrs. Hahdass, walked in at any moment, they could all be in it up to their elbows. "Thanks mate." Mr. Verona turned back to the class. "Now, as I understand it, we have a new student; Miss... " he checked his ledger. "Murray. Jessica. I know your most probably gonna be doing this all day, so I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to come up here and tell the guys who weren't in your last two sessions about yourself."
Jess walked up to the podium-thingy Mr. Verona had at the front of his class for their public speaking exercises. Billie watched in disdain as she walked confidently (although he had a, different, word for it. He thought she was being big-headed, just coz she collapsed Dorfman's face) up to it. She started speaking, he shut it out and returned to his battered old exercise book, in which he wrote his songs for the band.
Mike kicked Billie's leg in the aisle. Billie never could sit properly, and Mike usually exploited this. And Billie's gestures and expressions went unnoticed most of the time.
Mike's head was a messed up tangle of thoughts. He was wondering why Billie Joe went so spastic at Jess, true she had pretty much made him look weak by fighting when Billie was capable of taking care of the situation. But at least they now know that Jess didn't need baby-sitting. Trè seemed to be in awe of her at the moment. Mike was torn between his two best friends. Life was a lot simpler two weeks ago.
