My American Idiots, chapter 9
At lunch Trè and Jess met up with Mike and Billie, who were in a foul mood after their American History teacher had threatened them with calling the police with charges of slander. In return they had spoken up about their civil right of freedom of speech. They teacher had 'jumped in a shit', so they ditched class to wander around the grounds and smoke.
"Dudes, you stink of cigarettes!" Jess had exclaimed as they met up, and pinched her nose. "There's a smell from home I don't know if I miss."
"Your parents smoke?" Billie asked, putting two sticks of gum in his mouth and offering the packet to Mike and the cigarettes to Trè. Jess nodded in reply. "Do you?" he asked.
"Sometimes, not very often," Jess replied, declining Trè's proffered cigarette but accepting a stick of gum. "Usually its only when I'm depressed or pissed off."
"So you're an anti-social smoker?" Trè asked around his cigarette, a little confused. "Where's the fun in that?"
"No one sees me looking like a dick with a fag hangin' out of my mouth," Jess replied candidly. When Trè blew a stream of foul, blue smoke into her face, she coughed, and waved a hand in front of her face to direct the billows elsewhere. "Charming, Trè," she told him. "Just what every girl wants in their face, second hand smoke out of your foul mouth. Yeuch!"
"Get fucked," Trè said, grinning at his own lame joke.
"Oh, so original," Jess replied sarcastically, grinning. She blew a large bubble and Mike popped it into her face. "Arsehole." She laughed. "Look at this! It's all over my nose!"
"C'mere," Mike replied, putting his cigarette back in his mouth and he dramatically braced one hand on her shoulder, and the other pulled the gum off her face.
"Aw, aren't they such a sweet couple, Trè?" asked Billie. "Quick! Find a camera!"
"Oh, fuck off, Billie," Mike replied as the bell for the next class went off. The four where walking to their Arts class when they heard some one yell.
"Dude, fuck off!" Adrienne was bellowing at some guy. "I don't want to see you anymore. It's over!"
"It's not over 'til I say it is!" a guy yelled back.
"Dude, she doesn't want to see you any more," Billie said, walking over and stepping between Adrienne and the guy. "So fuck off."
"And whose gonna make me?" the guy sneered.
"We are," Trè and Mike stepped up to stand next to Billie Joe, and Jess took Adrienne to one side. "You can't take all of us." Trè said.
The guy weighed up his situation. Three guys, who were all fairly fit, and two moderately built girls. One of the girls he was 'going out' with (and had a history of fighting) and some other chick who he didn't know. He realised he was out numbered and slunk off, after voicing the usual just-wait-til-I-find-one-of-you-alone threats.
"Thanks a lot, dudes!" Adrienne said, releasing the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.
"No biggie," Jess smiled. "I'm Jess, by the way."
"Adrienne, but everyone calls me Adie or 80," Adie replied.
"I'm Billie Joe, this is Mike and Trè," Billie said, introducing himself and his band mates.
"Oh, you're the dirnt, dirnt, dirnt guy, aren't you?" Adie asked, miming the playing of a guitar and referring to the reason for Mike's new surname. When he was told that he wasn't allowed to bring his bass to school because it was too big, he'd taken to playing 'air bass', which involved miming the movements, and making the sounds vocally. "You're the dude who plays air guitar in Arts class."
"Air bass," Mike replied, going pink in the tips of his ears.
"So that's how you got your 'surname'?" Jess asked with a small laugh. "Cool. C'mon, we're gonna be late for Arts." She said. "Wanna sit with us, Adie?"
"Sure," she replied with a smile. "I'm not sitting with that dick anymore!"
"Y'know," Trè said, walking beside Jess. "BJ's gonna kill you when he finds out you know he likes Adie."
"Let him try," Jess smirked. She had a feeling she, Trè and Mike were gonna enjoy Arts class today.
"Dudes, you stink of cigarettes!" Jess had exclaimed as they met up, and pinched her nose. "There's a smell from home I don't know if I miss."
"Your parents smoke?" Billie asked, putting two sticks of gum in his mouth and offering the packet to Mike and the cigarettes to Trè. Jess nodded in reply. "Do you?" he asked.
"Sometimes, not very often," Jess replied, declining Trè's proffered cigarette but accepting a stick of gum. "Usually its only when I'm depressed or pissed off."
"So you're an anti-social smoker?" Trè asked around his cigarette, a little confused. "Where's the fun in that?"
"No one sees me looking like a dick with a fag hangin' out of my mouth," Jess replied candidly. When Trè blew a stream of foul, blue smoke into her face, she coughed, and waved a hand in front of her face to direct the billows elsewhere. "Charming, Trè," she told him. "Just what every girl wants in their face, second hand smoke out of your foul mouth. Yeuch!"
"Get fucked," Trè said, grinning at his own lame joke.
"Oh, so original," Jess replied sarcastically, grinning. She blew a large bubble and Mike popped it into her face. "Arsehole." She laughed. "Look at this! It's all over my nose!"
"C'mere," Mike replied, putting his cigarette back in his mouth and he dramatically braced one hand on her shoulder, and the other pulled the gum off her face.
"Aw, aren't they such a sweet couple, Trè?" asked Billie. "Quick! Find a camera!"
"Oh, fuck off, Billie," Mike replied as the bell for the next class went off. The four where walking to their Arts class when they heard some one yell.
"Dude, fuck off!" Adrienne was bellowing at some guy. "I don't want to see you anymore. It's over!"
"It's not over 'til I say it is!" a guy yelled back.
"Dude, she doesn't want to see you any more," Billie said, walking over and stepping between Adrienne and the guy. "So fuck off."
"And whose gonna make me?" the guy sneered.
"We are," Trè and Mike stepped up to stand next to Billie Joe, and Jess took Adrienne to one side. "You can't take all of us." Trè said.
The guy weighed up his situation. Three guys, who were all fairly fit, and two moderately built girls. One of the girls he was 'going out' with (and had a history of fighting) and some other chick who he didn't know. He realised he was out numbered and slunk off, after voicing the usual just-wait-til-I-find-one-of-you-alone threats.
"Thanks a lot, dudes!" Adrienne said, releasing the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.
"No biggie," Jess smiled. "I'm Jess, by the way."
"Adrienne, but everyone calls me Adie or 80," Adie replied.
"I'm Billie Joe, this is Mike and Trè," Billie said, introducing himself and his band mates.
"Oh, you're the dirnt, dirnt, dirnt guy, aren't you?" Adie asked, miming the playing of a guitar and referring to the reason for Mike's new surname. When he was told that he wasn't allowed to bring his bass to school because it was too big, he'd taken to playing 'air bass', which involved miming the movements, and making the sounds vocally. "You're the dude who plays air guitar in Arts class."
"Air bass," Mike replied, going pink in the tips of his ears.
"So that's how you got your 'surname'?" Jess asked with a small laugh. "Cool. C'mon, we're gonna be late for Arts." She said. "Wanna sit with us, Adie?"
"Sure," she replied with a smile. "I'm not sitting with that dick anymore!"
"Y'know," Trè said, walking beside Jess. "BJ's gonna kill you when he finds out you know he likes Adie."
"Let him try," Jess smirked. She had a feeling she, Trè and Mike were gonna enjoy Arts class today.
