Kids In The Hall, chapter 2
Jayde Turner entered her English class and took a seat among her other classmates. It was two minutes before the late-bell was to ring, but she had a special interest in English. After all, she was the author of the most popular column in the school newspaper. Taking out her notebook and pencil, she placed them on the desk just the way she liked them; her notebook opened to a fresh page (already dated) and her pencil to the right of her notebook, which was already sharpened to a point. From her folder she took out the previous night's homework and placed it on her desk for collection. Two minutes passed quickly and the late-bell rang, signaling for classes to begin. Ms. MacMillan stood at the front of the room, addressing her students.
"Ok, class. Welcome. We'll continue our discussion of poetry and Shakespeare."
She turned around and began writing notes on the board. Whilst the teacher was in the middle of writing her notes, the doorknob to the classroom door slowly turned. Quietly, Billie Joe slid through the door. He turned and tried to close the door as silently as he could. However, when he turned around, Ms. MacMillan and the entire class was staring at him.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Armstrong. Please, inform the class why you were late."
Billie Joe looked around the room, trying to think of an excuse. Of course, his excuse wouldn't be anything like "My ride was late" or "My locker wouldn't open." Billie Joe was a smart-ass, so it is only natural that he come up with a smart-ass excuse.
"I had to shit really badly. Sorry. I can show you if you don't believe me. The toilet wouldn't flush...."
"That is quite enough, Mr. Armstrong! Take a seat!"
Billie Joe shrugged and took a seat, which happened to be right behind Jayde. Jayde rolled her eyes. Why did she always have the deliquents sit near her?, and this Billie Joe kid was one of the worst.
Class resumed and Ms. MacMillan began lecturing about poetry and Shakespeare. Even with how attent Jayde is, she couldn't help but zone-out from time to time. Ms. MacMillan wasn't the most interesting teacher to listen to. One of the times when she was zoning, she felt a tap on her shoulder that brought her back from her daydream.
"Psssssst."
"What?!" she whispered.
"Did we have homework? I can't remember." Billie Joe whispered back.
"Yes. We were supposed to write a poem about love."
"Oooooh. Damn. I can't believe I forgot to do it."
"Would you have done it even if you had remembered?" Jayde asked harshly.
"Probably not." he replied.
"Of course not. Why bother? You grades only determine your future." she stated. Now she was just being bitchy.
"I won't need school in my future."
"Oh, really? What are you planning on doing?"
"I'm gonna be famous..... well, my band is. We'll be rich without having to know who the hell Shakespeare is."
"Good luck with that." she said sarcastically, and with that the conversation was over.
The rest of class went by with Billie Joe sleeping on his desk and Jayde no longer zoning out. At the end of class, Ms. MacMillan collected the papers, shaking her head when she arrived at the sleeping Billie Joe. The bell rang, signaling the end of class and waking Billie Joe. He stood up and flung his book bag onto his back, which was pretty much empty except for a CD player and some CD's. As the students were filing out, he gently grabbed hold of Jayde's forearm. It startled her and she turned her head to gaze into his amazingly gorgeous green eyes.
"Yeah know, just because you're popular and have something to look forward to in life doesn't make you better than me. You don't know me and I don't know you, but don't assume I'll be another deadbeat."
He let go of her arm and exited the room, striding down the hallway. A couple of other boys joined him and they turned the corner out of Jayde's sight.
"Ok, class. Welcome. We'll continue our discussion of poetry and Shakespeare."
She turned around and began writing notes on the board. Whilst the teacher was in the middle of writing her notes, the doorknob to the classroom door slowly turned. Quietly, Billie Joe slid through the door. He turned and tried to close the door as silently as he could. However, when he turned around, Ms. MacMillan and the entire class was staring at him.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Armstrong. Please, inform the class why you were late."
Billie Joe looked around the room, trying to think of an excuse. Of course, his excuse wouldn't be anything like "My ride was late" or "My locker wouldn't open." Billie Joe was a smart-ass, so it is only natural that he come up with a smart-ass excuse.
"I had to shit really badly. Sorry. I can show you if you don't believe me. The toilet wouldn't flush...."
"That is quite enough, Mr. Armstrong! Take a seat!"
Billie Joe shrugged and took a seat, which happened to be right behind Jayde. Jayde rolled her eyes. Why did she always have the deliquents sit near her?, and this Billie Joe kid was one of the worst.
Class resumed and Ms. MacMillan began lecturing about poetry and Shakespeare. Even with how attent Jayde is, she couldn't help but zone-out from time to time. Ms. MacMillan wasn't the most interesting teacher to listen to. One of the times when she was zoning, she felt a tap on her shoulder that brought her back from her daydream.
"Psssssst."
"What?!" she whispered.
"Did we have homework? I can't remember." Billie Joe whispered back.
"Yes. We were supposed to write a poem about love."
"Oooooh. Damn. I can't believe I forgot to do it."
"Would you have done it even if you had remembered?" Jayde asked harshly.
"Probably not." he replied.
"Of course not. Why bother? You grades only determine your future." she stated. Now she was just being bitchy.
"I won't need school in my future."
"Oh, really? What are you planning on doing?"
"I'm gonna be famous..... well, my band is. We'll be rich without having to know who the hell Shakespeare is."
"Good luck with that." she said sarcastically, and with that the conversation was over.
The rest of class went by with Billie Joe sleeping on his desk and Jayde no longer zoning out. At the end of class, Ms. MacMillan collected the papers, shaking her head when she arrived at the sleeping Billie Joe. The bell rang, signaling the end of class and waking Billie Joe. He stood up and flung his book bag onto his back, which was pretty much empty except for a CD player and some CD's. As the students were filing out, he gently grabbed hold of Jayde's forearm. It startled her and she turned her head to gaze into his amazingly gorgeous green eyes.
"Yeah know, just because you're popular and have something to look forward to in life doesn't make you better than me. You don't know me and I don't know you, but don't assume I'll be another deadbeat."
He let go of her arm and exited the room, striding down the hallway. A couple of other boys joined him and they turned the corner out of Jayde's sight.
