'Cause I'm a Million Miles Away, chapter 10
Pinole High Prom
May 23, 1988
"I already fucking told you," Sam sneered, going into the bathroom to fix her hair, frizzy from all the dancing. "I need to fix my hair. Kay?"
She leaves her prom date out in the middle of the dance, frowning. She stomps to the bathroom, flinging open the door and wiping the slightly running eyeliner off her face.
11th grade definitely wasn't the easiest grade ever...
She smiled fake-ly at her unhappy form in the mirror, reflecting the agony she was going through. She straightened the straps on her black dress and returned into the dark room, flooded with teenagers swarming the DJ turntables.
"...Dylan?" Sam whispers her prom date's name, searching left and right for the boy. "Dylan... Where are you?"
She walks toward the turntables, half expecting to see him bullshitting with the DJ about modern music. Instead, she sees him attached to another girl's mouth, invading her private areas with his hands.
Sam stares, mouth dropped. "What the hell!"
Running out into the hallway, she bursts into tears, the re-applied eyeliner running down her cheeks. She falls against the wall, her face in her hands, wailing like a five-year-old "whose puppy just died."
She pulled her pony tail out, letting her hair down. She took every barrette out of it, throwing them down the room. Off come the high heels, chucked half way down the hallway.
"Hey..." a voice that would soon become very familiar with her speaks. The speaker kneels down next to her, looking through her spread fingers. "Don't cry... Life's too short." He offers a hand and helps her up, cocking his head to see her face.
"Why the fuck does everything happen to ME? I didn't do anything to fucking deserve this!"
"Well first off, what's wrong enough to make you cry and fling your shoes?" he says, laughing to help her feel better.
"Dylan, making out with another girl..."
"Ouch... This 'Dylan' is Dylan Rebeck, right?"
She nods. "Dylan Asshat, to be specific."
"They say we're too young to fall in love, but we do it anyway," another voice speaks behind her. "Don't worry. If this guy is as big as an asshole he sounds like, then fuck him, you can have much better friends." He points to himself sarcastically, making Sam laugh half-heartedly.
"I'm Mike Pritchard.. Or Dirnt, whatever you prefer," the first boy that approached her says diligently.
"I'm Two Dollar Bill, and that's my name for a reason. Got two bucks? Need a fix?"
"BILL! No fucking dealing at school anymore, god damn it, you're gonna get expelled!"
"I was just kidding... I don't deal anymore anyway..."
"You don't?"
Sam slowly walks away from the scene, respecting their little fight. Mike eagerly turns around, and calls her back.
"Hey, don't fret. Where to you live?"
She looks at her bare, dirty feet. "I don't live anywhere."
Mike nods respectively. "I didn't live anywhere either... You can crash with us, if you need to."
"Yeah... We have a guest... Er, bed. No guest room though."
Sam nods, leaving the school with no shoes.
September 16th, 1990
Later
It was dead quiet in the house, leaving me to think for myself for a little while. Mike went to Gilman to see if Tre was there to announce the news, much to my disgust. I needed to be around him, it's like he's going to be a huge part of my life.
So I laid on his bed, holding my stomach and thinking about what the hell had just happened. Billie Joe was downstairs, probably also thinking about what happened.
The day we met was three years ago on prom night...
And now, three years later, I would be carrying his baby...
I was more confused than I was shocked. I heard the bedroom door open, Billie Joe appeared- again. I wish I had female friends I could talk to instead of a bunch of punker guys. Right now, Billie was one of the last people I wanted to see.
"Are you still stressing over me? It doesn't matter."
"I'm not fucking stressing over you," I snapped. "Think you're that special?"
"Woah, ladygirl, chill oooout."
"I can't chill out. How am I supposed to chill out when I'm pregnant and wishing the father was here, eh?"
"Well, he'll be back soon," Billie lamely comforted. "I guess... I really have no idea what to say. I don't ever have a girlfriend much less a baby."
"I'm not even worried about the baby... I mean, I love Mike and I totally support the idea of having his kids... But there's the money issue... And the space issue."
"We'll get through it... One day at a time.. Just don't worry, okay?"
I sigh.
May 23, 1988
"I already fucking told you," Sam sneered, going into the bathroom to fix her hair, frizzy from all the dancing. "I need to fix my hair. Kay?"
She leaves her prom date out in the middle of the dance, frowning. She stomps to the bathroom, flinging open the door and wiping the slightly running eyeliner off her face.
11th grade definitely wasn't the easiest grade ever...
She smiled fake-ly at her unhappy form in the mirror, reflecting the agony she was going through. She straightened the straps on her black dress and returned into the dark room, flooded with teenagers swarming the DJ turntables.
"...Dylan?" Sam whispers her prom date's name, searching left and right for the boy. "Dylan... Where are you?"
She walks toward the turntables, half expecting to see him bullshitting with the DJ about modern music. Instead, she sees him attached to another girl's mouth, invading her private areas with his hands.
Sam stares, mouth dropped. "What the hell!"
Running out into the hallway, she bursts into tears, the re-applied eyeliner running down her cheeks. She falls against the wall, her face in her hands, wailing like a five-year-old "whose puppy just died."
She pulled her pony tail out, letting her hair down. She took every barrette out of it, throwing them down the room. Off come the high heels, chucked half way down the hallway.
"Hey..." a voice that would soon become very familiar with her speaks. The speaker kneels down next to her, looking through her spread fingers. "Don't cry... Life's too short." He offers a hand and helps her up, cocking his head to see her face.
"Why the fuck does everything happen to ME? I didn't do anything to fucking deserve this!"
"Well first off, what's wrong enough to make you cry and fling your shoes?" he says, laughing to help her feel better.
"Dylan, making out with another girl..."
"Ouch... This 'Dylan' is Dylan Rebeck, right?"
She nods. "Dylan Asshat, to be specific."
"They say we're too young to fall in love, but we do it anyway," another voice speaks behind her. "Don't worry. If this guy is as big as an asshole he sounds like, then fuck him, you can have much better friends." He points to himself sarcastically, making Sam laugh half-heartedly.
"I'm Mike Pritchard.. Or Dirnt, whatever you prefer," the first boy that approached her says diligently.
"I'm Two Dollar Bill, and that's my name for a reason. Got two bucks? Need a fix?"
"BILL! No fucking dealing at school anymore, god damn it, you're gonna get expelled!"
"I was just kidding... I don't deal anymore anyway..."
"You don't?"
Sam slowly walks away from the scene, respecting their little fight. Mike eagerly turns around, and calls her back.
"Hey, don't fret. Where to you live?"
She looks at her bare, dirty feet. "I don't live anywhere."
Mike nods respectively. "I didn't live anywhere either... You can crash with us, if you need to."
"Yeah... We have a guest... Er, bed. No guest room though."
Sam nods, leaving the school with no shoes.
September 16th, 1990
Later
It was dead quiet in the house, leaving me to think for myself for a little while. Mike went to Gilman to see if Tre was there to announce the news, much to my disgust. I needed to be around him, it's like he's going to be a huge part of my life.
So I laid on his bed, holding my stomach and thinking about what the hell had just happened. Billie Joe was downstairs, probably also thinking about what happened.
The day we met was three years ago on prom night...
And now, three years later, I would be carrying his baby...
I was more confused than I was shocked. I heard the bedroom door open, Billie Joe appeared- again. I wish I had female friends I could talk to instead of a bunch of punker guys. Right now, Billie was one of the last people I wanted to see.
"Are you still stressing over me? It doesn't matter."
"I'm not fucking stressing over you," I snapped. "Think you're that special?"
"Woah, ladygirl, chill oooout."
"I can't chill out. How am I supposed to chill out when I'm pregnant and wishing the father was here, eh?"
"Well, he'll be back soon," Billie lamely comforted. "I guess... I really have no idea what to say. I don't ever have a girlfriend much less a baby."
"I'm not even worried about the baby... I mean, I love Mike and I totally support the idea of having his kids... But there's the money issue... And the space issue."
"We'll get through it... One day at a time.. Just don't worry, okay?"
I sigh.
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