"Time goes quickly when you're having fun.", chapter 3

Jason had only just convinced me to stay at school for the rest of the day, but I didn't go to lessons. For some reason, I couldn't face it. Jason said that Billie had fallen out with him and Jason was honest and said that Billie laughed at the fact I didn't go to lessons. We were now walking home.
"Y'know, I came this far," Jason held his fingers close together "from hitting Billie in History."
"Hmmm"
"Sasha?"
"You don't have to stick up for me"
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Cause I can do it myself!"
We carried on walking in silence. Every footstep seemed to be getting louder. The tension was unbearable.
"Jason."
"Yeah"
"I'm sorry" I said softly.
"For what?"
"Lashing out at you."
"Its ok"
"I'm sorry"
"Seriously, it's ok. And before you say anything, I can stick up for anyone I want"
"Uh, hur"
"Bill was unreasonable today."
I snorted, I didn't mean to "Y'mean he's not every day? I mean, he seems the type"
"Yeah, but that's not the point."
"Yeah. I gotta go now. Cya"
"Bye"

I walked up my steps and opened the door. It wasn't locked, probably because mum was drunk by now, and she always forgets to do things when she's pissed. I'm the same.
"I'm home." I called out.
"Ahh, baby, where have you been? I thought you'd ran away!" Mum said as she stumbled out of the living room.
"For fucks sake, mum, I've been at school." Mum didn't realise I swore at her.
I was about to close the door when something stopped it shutting. It was Jason.
"Hey, um, here's my number, if y'know, you wanna chat or something."
"Thanks Jason"
"Bye"
"Bye"
He ran back down the steps and went.
Mum had gone back into the lounge. She was definitely out of it.
I went to my room and smiled at my guitar. It was a Les Paul, sunburst. I had got it from my step-dad, who I now hate, and is dead. It had been like my only friend through my last school. It shouldn't have to be in this one, hopefully.

MIKE'S P.O.V

In the park with Billie and Tre.

"So Mikey. Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. Why, did you jump, so bad, earlier? It was only a skank." Billie asked.
"Yeah, what made you do a poo-poo? WEEEEEE!!!"
Tre had just gone down the slide. Billie and me were on the swings, trying to beat each other to see who could get the highest. We were actually quite childish when no admirers, or girlfriends were around.
"No reason."
"Is that 'no reason' or 'no comment'?" Tre asked, now pushing me off the swing.
"Shit!... bastard" I muttered, flexing my wrist. I had landed on it awkwardly.
"Heard that" Tre and Billie were skipping around me, Billie shouting 'I WON'. Billie stopped skipping.
"Soo? What did make you jump so badly?"
"Ok, ok. It WAS that Sasha. I was looking into her eyes, but I didn't realise it, y'know, but when I did realise, it frit me. No big deal" I was still on the floor. Billie held out his hand to pull me up. Tre stopped the skipping, paused, and ran to the top of the slide.
"FLISS!" Tre called. Billie ran over to the bushes to find his girlfriend coming towards him. Their lips locked. Tre and I rolled our eyes and we got the middle finger in return from Billie.
"Hey, babe. You never guess what happened!!" Billie said breaking the kiss.
"What, Bill?"
"Y'know, that new girl, Sasha? She came onto me today."

SASHA'S P.O.V

The next day. Sasha was at her locker.


I was humming my favourite 'Sex Pistols' song, when Fliss approached me.
"Why d'you do it?" she demanded.
I turned round slowly. "Do what?" I said calmly.
"Hit onto my boyfriend!"
"Where d'you get that shit from?"
"Billie Joe, himself" she sounded smug.
Typical. I knew this would happen. Shit, tonnes of bullshit spread about me, because her fucking boyfriend badmouthed ME! For fuck sake.
"Bull-" but before I knew it, Fliss had slapped me. It was pretty pathetic, actually, apart from the fact she had sharp nails, and I now have slashes across my face.
"Bitch". Fuck, I shouldn't have said that
She had had enough. She grabbed my hair and slammed me face-first on the floor. My nose was now pouring with blood. It fucking hurt.
"That's it." I jumped up, dragged Fliss down and had climbed on top of her. The other students were around us cheering on Fliss, Billie in the lead, with a smirk on his face, but that soon changed to unease. Punch, punch, punch. 3 punches, and then the principle came. Fliss' face was covered in the blood coming from my nose.
"Sasha Pinnock! Get to my office now!"
I got up and rolled my eyes. "I don't know where it is!" Billie helped Fliss up.
"That's ok. Mr Armstrong here will show you where it is. No doubt he's been there lots already, oh and wait there Mr Armstrong, this time. I need to talk to you also!"
Billie shrugged his shoulders, meaning 'whatever'.

We were walking in silence. My nose had stopped had stopped bleeding. Billie broke the silence.
"Nice punch," He said sarcastically, "Oh, and why were you fighting?"
"Because of you."
"Ew, I don't wanna skank fighting for me."
"I mean that you told your fucking girlfriend tonnes of fucking shit about me because you're a fucking bastard."
"Yeah, that's true, especially the bastard part, and yeah, my girlfriend is a good fuck."
"Ha, ha." I said sarcastically.
"Fuck off, bitch"
"Yeah, that's me, a bi-"
We had arrived at the principles door. I felt something grab hold of the neck of my t-shirt, and push me against the wall.
"No one hurts my girlfriend, got that? No one. And if you do, you're totally fucked"
I nodded cautiously. I felt like saying 'Not literary, I hope' but it was too risky.