pulled the trigger, chapter 2

Billie Joe bit his lip and walked into the classroom. There she was. Sara. She sat there... She looked sick. It seemed to him that she wanted to cry. She looked up and saw him take a seat. He looked away and pretended not to notice her. He glanced at her once, but quickly turned away. This was torture!

*** Billie's point of view ***

Why the hell would she kill her self... Over me?!? I mean, I wouldn't even do that.
I am so nervous. I really don't want to talk to her. (Hey Liz looks hot today. Maybe I should ask her out. Nah, she's too whiny and she thinks she's funny. ) Woops. Ok... After class I'll talk to her. No! Yes! No! Yes. Dammit. Ok... Yes. Only because I want Mike to be my bassist. God, I know i'm gonna screw this up. This is so stupid. I knew I shouldn't have gone out with an emo girl.


*** Sara's point of view ***

Crap. He is right there. Right there! Oh, I want to die right now. I love him so much. He doesn't know how much I love him. He looked at me. Those green eyes are so beautiful. I want him back so much.

*a tear fell out of her eye and ran down her face. She tried to hold it in. She started to sniffle and she got up*

Crap. I don't want to make a big deal out of this. I don't want him to see me.

*she asked the teacher If she could go to the bathroom and he said ok. She ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She continued crying*

I look so stupid. I HATE myself!

*she hit the mirror. She fell to the ground and leaned against the wall*

Billie... Billie... Please... I love you.
I just need somebody to love... Why won't anybody love me?!?

*her muffled cries echoed in the bathroom. She got up after another 10 minutes of crying and thinking. She dried off her tears and went back to class. *


The bell rang.