So Wrong But Feels So Right, chapter 4
I stared down at my hand in horror. Billie Joe’s phone number! “Oh…um…that’s Johnny’s phone number.� I lied and covered up Billie Joe’s name with my jacket sleeve. “But that’s not Johnny’s phone number.� My mom said. “Yeah…well he changed it ‘cause…these advertising people kept calling his house like crazy. So…he wrote his new number on my hand so I wouldn’t forget it.� I lied again. Then I asked, “Can I be excused please?� My mom nodded her head and so I cleaned up my plate and went upstairs to the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close one! Then I went over to the sink and washed Billie Joe’s name off my hand so no one would know that it was Billie Joe’s number. Then as I was scrubbing I realized in horror that it wouldn’t come off!!!! I got so scared that I started to cry and sat on the toilet, thinking of what I would do. My mom must have heard me crying because she knocked on the door and asked, “Rene’e is everything alright?� “Yeah, I’m…fine, I’m just having…really bad cramps.� I managed to blurt out through my tears. “Do you want me to get you something?� My mom asked. “No, I’m fine, thanks.� I said. Oh God…what was I going to do? I couldn’t keep wearing long sleeves all the time. I decided to take a shower…thinking that that would make it wear away more. I scrubbed it really, really hard…so hard that my hand started bleeding. I cried even more. His name wore away…a tiny bit though. I didn’t like scrubbing his name off my hand…it kind of felt like I was scrubbing him off my heart. Then I decided to just put a band-aid over it. So I did. It looked really retarded…but oh well…it’s better than getting being 14 and getting caught being romantically linked to a 25 year old.
After I got dressed after being in the shower, I walked downstairs because my dad had called me for dessert. “Feeling better?� My mom asked me. “Yeah.� I said. And we all ate my brownies. “Ouch…did you hurt your hand?� Julie asked me when she saw the band-aid. “Yeah, a little, I scratched it on a sharp part of the cupboard.� I lied. Then after we ate dessert, I went upstairs to my room. I let myself in the room, closed the door behind me…and collapsed on my bed. I just couldn’t take this stupid grin off my face. I was in love with Billie Joe…and he was in love with me too!!!! Could this get any better?
That night I could not stop thinking about Billie Joe, either with the next day or the next day, or the day after that! The next day at school, in science class, my teacher, Mr. Roluke, pointed to a cloud on the chalkboard and called on me, “Rene’e, what is this type of cloud?� I was daydreaming, so I said, “Billie Joe.� Everyone in my class laughed except Johnny, and my best friend Amber. I blushed. That was so embarrassing! “Ms. Walters, please pay attention!� Mr. Roluke snarled at me. “You might as well call her Mrs. Armstrong!� this kid named Bobbie rudely said. The class laughed even harder this time. “That’s enough Bobbie.� My teacher said and continued, “Well, it’s the cumulus cloud. The cumulus cloud…blah, blah, blah…� I just couldn’t pay attention to anything. I had my mind so on Billie Joe that I lost track of everything.
At lunch, Amber sat next to me. She asked, “Why did you say Billie Joe during science? I mean…you usually pay attention during science.� “I don’t know…I’ve been thinking a lot about him lately…I just don’t know why. I don’t know…maybe it’s a good sign.� I smiled and looked at her. She smiled back and said, “Well, yeah, I understand that you think he’s hot…but I didn’t know you like him THAT much.� “Yeah, well, I guess I do.� I said. “Well, you do have a point though, he is pretty hot.� Amber admitted herself. I smiled. I was thinking of telling about what happened between me and Billie Joe, but then I decided not to. I mean, what if she told somebody?
After I got dressed after being in the shower, I walked downstairs because my dad had called me for dessert. “Feeling better?� My mom asked me. “Yeah.� I said. And we all ate my brownies. “Ouch…did you hurt your hand?� Julie asked me when she saw the band-aid. “Yeah, a little, I scratched it on a sharp part of the cupboard.� I lied. Then after we ate dessert, I went upstairs to my room. I let myself in the room, closed the door behind me…and collapsed on my bed. I just couldn’t take this stupid grin off my face. I was in love with Billie Joe…and he was in love with me too!!!! Could this get any better?
That night I could not stop thinking about Billie Joe, either with the next day or the next day, or the day after that! The next day at school, in science class, my teacher, Mr. Roluke, pointed to a cloud on the chalkboard and called on me, “Rene’e, what is this type of cloud?� I was daydreaming, so I said, “Billie Joe.� Everyone in my class laughed except Johnny, and my best friend Amber. I blushed. That was so embarrassing! “Ms. Walters, please pay attention!� Mr. Roluke snarled at me. “You might as well call her Mrs. Armstrong!� this kid named Bobbie rudely said. The class laughed even harder this time. “That’s enough Bobbie.� My teacher said and continued, “Well, it’s the cumulus cloud. The cumulus cloud…blah, blah, blah…� I just couldn’t pay attention to anything. I had my mind so on Billie Joe that I lost track of everything.
At lunch, Amber sat next to me. She asked, “Why did you say Billie Joe during science? I mean…you usually pay attention during science.� “I don’t know…I’ve been thinking a lot about him lately…I just don’t know why. I don’t know…maybe it’s a good sign.� I smiled and looked at her. She smiled back and said, “Well, yeah, I understand that you think he’s hot…but I didn’t know you like him THAT much.� “Yeah, well, I guess I do.� I said. “Well, you do have a point though, he is pretty hot.� Amber admitted herself. I smiled. I was thinking of telling about what happened between me and Billie Joe, but then I decided not to. I mean, what if she told somebody?
