My American Idiots, chapter 7
The rest of the day passed without much more drama. Billie got detention for skipping gym and Trè got "spoken to" for wolf whistling at Miss Harridge, the science teacher, at lunchtime. That's when Billie called his mum and told her he'd be late home.
Jess also phoned to tell Ollie that she would be about two hours late and that Trè was going to walk her home (Jess actually told Ollie she had detention and why, and Ollie said she should kicked Dorfman in the nuts and that Billie was just being a dick).
As detention went passed without much trouble and everyone stood to leave, Mrs. Hahdass looked right at Billie Joe and said, "Right, if I see any of you punks back here anytime soon, you'll regret it!!" Billie just ignored her and walked out. Billie and Mike walked over to Billie's car, but when they got in and Billie turned the ignition nothing happened.
"Fuck!!" yelled Billie, smacking the steering wheel, after trying another four times to no avail. Just as Billie swore, Trè and Jess were walking by and came to see what was up.
"Hey, are you ok, guys?" Trè asked.
"No! This fucked up thing won't fucking start!" cried Billie, slumping back in his seat.
"Pop the lid and let me have a look," Jess said after a small pause.
"What?" asked Mike.
"Pop the lid and let me have a look," Jess repeated with a little more confidence. "C'mon, c'mon!" Billie sighed audibly, and then opened the bonnet.
After a little poking around, Jess found the problem and said, "Oh, for Christ's Sake! Some one messed up the distributor caps." She re-arranged them properly, closed the lid and wondered aloud, "Why on Earth would someone just mess with the caps and not actually steal the car?"
"Coz I wanted to," said a guy a few cars down. He was pretty tall, with sandy blonde hair, mischievous brown eyes and a cigarette hanging from two fingers. Billie, Mike and Trè all looked up immediately after hearing the stranger's voice.
"Hey, Jimmy!" called Mike. "Watch you doing around here this late? Come to think of it, why are you here at all?" he asked.
"Well, I saw you guys cruisin' 'round town in a nice new car, so I came to have a look at it," he said with a grin and drawing in some cigarette smoke. "Plus, you had a chick in the car, which was weird for you three."
"Smartass," grumbled Billie.
"So, what's your name, pretty lady?" Jimmy asked, turning to Jess.
"Jessica, but mostly I'm called Jess," she said, holding out a black-finger-nailed hand.
"James, but everyone calls me Jimmy," he replied.
"So you're a close friend of these three, I take it?" she asked, indicating her mates.
"Yeah, pretty close, I s'pose," he said.
"Then how come I've never heard of you before? I've heard about a few people, but not you," Jess asked.
"Well," he chuckled, "I'm not exactly citizen of the month around here."
"Oh, okay," nodding to show her understanding.
"You're okay with that?" he asked. "Are you sure? A lot of people aren't."
"So long as it doesn't affect me, I don't particularly give a shit," she replied, hoisting her personalized denim tote higher over her shoulder.
"Okay then," Jimmy replied with a cheeky grin. "So if I decided to mug you right now-"
"I'd kick you in the balls, run like hell and call the cops," Jess interrupted, looking up at him blandly.
"What if we we're in on it?" Trè asked, looking Jess over lasciviously. "You can't fight all four of us off."
"Touch me," Jess warned, pointing a finger in Trè's face and grinning as if she knew something they didn't. "And what Dorfman got will seem like a mothers' sweet caress!"
"Oh, yeah?" asked Billie, laughing as he yanked Jess off her feet and held her so she was just off the ground.
"Hey!" she squeaked. "Put me down, you bloody idiot!!" she laughed and kicked her legs around and pushed at Billie's arms futilely. He soon dropped her and ran off, with Jess in tow, tossing, small pieces of gravel and bitumen at each other. Soon there was an all-out war in the small school parking lot between the five, and all arguments from the morning were forgotten.
Jess also phoned to tell Ollie that she would be about two hours late and that Trè was going to walk her home (Jess actually told Ollie she had detention and why, and Ollie said she should kicked Dorfman in the nuts and that Billie was just being a dick).
As detention went passed without much trouble and everyone stood to leave, Mrs. Hahdass looked right at Billie Joe and said, "Right, if I see any of you punks back here anytime soon, you'll regret it!!" Billie just ignored her and walked out. Billie and Mike walked over to Billie's car, but when they got in and Billie turned the ignition nothing happened.
"Fuck!!" yelled Billie, smacking the steering wheel, after trying another four times to no avail. Just as Billie swore, Trè and Jess were walking by and came to see what was up.
"Hey, are you ok, guys?" Trè asked.
"No! This fucked up thing won't fucking start!" cried Billie, slumping back in his seat.
"Pop the lid and let me have a look," Jess said after a small pause.
"What?" asked Mike.
"Pop the lid and let me have a look," Jess repeated with a little more confidence. "C'mon, c'mon!" Billie sighed audibly, and then opened the bonnet.
After a little poking around, Jess found the problem and said, "Oh, for Christ's Sake! Some one messed up the distributor caps." She re-arranged them properly, closed the lid and wondered aloud, "Why on Earth would someone just mess with the caps and not actually steal the car?"
"Coz I wanted to," said a guy a few cars down. He was pretty tall, with sandy blonde hair, mischievous brown eyes and a cigarette hanging from two fingers. Billie, Mike and Trè all looked up immediately after hearing the stranger's voice.
"Hey, Jimmy!" called Mike. "Watch you doing around here this late? Come to think of it, why are you here at all?" he asked.
"Well, I saw you guys cruisin' 'round town in a nice new car, so I came to have a look at it," he said with a grin and drawing in some cigarette smoke. "Plus, you had a chick in the car, which was weird for you three."
"Smartass," grumbled Billie.
"So, what's your name, pretty lady?" Jimmy asked, turning to Jess.
"Jessica, but mostly I'm called Jess," she said, holding out a black-finger-nailed hand.
"James, but everyone calls me Jimmy," he replied.
"So you're a close friend of these three, I take it?" she asked, indicating her mates.
"Yeah, pretty close, I s'pose," he said.
"Then how come I've never heard of you before? I've heard about a few people, but not you," Jess asked.
"Well," he chuckled, "I'm not exactly citizen of the month around here."
"Oh, okay," nodding to show her understanding.
"You're okay with that?" he asked. "Are you sure? A lot of people aren't."
"So long as it doesn't affect me, I don't particularly give a shit," she replied, hoisting her personalized denim tote higher over her shoulder.
"Okay then," Jimmy replied with a cheeky grin. "So if I decided to mug you right now-"
"I'd kick you in the balls, run like hell and call the cops," Jess interrupted, looking up at him blandly.
"What if we we're in on it?" Trè asked, looking Jess over lasciviously. "You can't fight all four of us off."
"Touch me," Jess warned, pointing a finger in Trè's face and grinning as if she knew something they didn't. "And what Dorfman got will seem like a mothers' sweet caress!"
"Oh, yeah?" asked Billie, laughing as he yanked Jess off her feet and held her so she was just off the ground.
"Hey!" she squeaked. "Put me down, you bloody idiot!!" she laughed and kicked her legs around and pushed at Billie's arms futilely. He soon dropped her and ran off, with Jess in tow, tossing, small pieces of gravel and bitumen at each other. Soon there was an all-out war in the small school parking lot between the five, and all arguments from the morning were forgotten.
