me and that guy..., chapter 1
"OI! Wait up" a voice rung out through the hall. I looked around to see who it was. Billie Joe. I sighed and carried on walking.
"Hey, I said wait up" by this time Billie was right behind me. Wishing he wasn't talking to me, I stopped for him to pass.
Billie's a nice kid but he hasn't got many friends in our school, he's bit of an outsider. I feel sorry for him sometimes and I have tried to be his friend but he seems like he doesn't want friends and especially me. Or maybe he feels threatened by me because you see, I'm one of the popular kids in school and we don't let freaks into our friendship group. But Billie's different, all my friends think I'm mad for even trying to talk to him but I like him, he's special.
He stopped next to me and in a low voice said to me "Claire, I'm so glad that I have got you alone. I really need to talk to you..." I huffed " ok carry on" I said rolling my eyes.
"Well I have been thinking, would you like to..."
"Claire, how you doing? I've got something to show you. Come on, have a look" Richard said as he came running up to me. I looked at Billie and smiled softly as I was being dragged away by Richard.
The next day at school, I went looking for Billie all day and his teachers told me that he wasn't in today. For the next few days he wasn't there. I started to get worried. My friends reassured me everything was alright but I could tell they couldn't care less what had happened to him. Every time I left I could hear them sniggering at me. That was enough I realised what I had to do.
At school I asked around to see if anyone knew where he lived. One person knew. David Hawkins. The school bully. Of course he knew where Billie lived. Ever since Billie moved here, David had been bullying him. That's why me and David broke up. I never told him the true reason though.
That night I went round to Billie's house. His mum answered the door. Mascara smudged down her face. I told her who I was and asked her if I could see Billie. As I was walking up the stairs to his bedroom I saw there was blood stains on the banisters. I walked into his bedroom and his face lit. I smiled softly at him.
"I'm sorry about the other day" I said apologetically.
"Oh, don't apologize I shouldn't have been so stupid to think... Oh don't worry" Billie said.
As we were talking I noticed Billie had a band aid wrapped around his wrist. I hoped to god it wasn't what I thought it was. He must have seen me looking at it because he moved his arm behind his back. I asked him what it was and he said that if it was alright with me, could we go for a walk? So we did.
As we were walking he stopped and said "Claire, y' know the other day when I tried to talk to you? Well what I was going to ask was, if you would do me the pleasure of assisting me to the dance this Saturday?" I looked straight into his eyes, I was speechless.
He carried on saying,
"Have you not noticed the way I look at you compared to everyone else? I know a lot about you, probably things you didn't even know yourself. Like the way you have 5 different looks, one for when you are talking to your friends another when you are talking to someone who you really don't want to be talking to, the third when you are talking about something you really love like Black Sabbath the forth for when you are just staring into thin air thinking deeply about different things and finally one for when you look at me."
I couldn't believe it everything he had just said was just right. He sighed and started to walk away. I called him, he stopped but didn't turn. I ran up to him and hugged him. Although neither of us wanted to admit it, we both felt the same way. So much in love with the other but scared shitless at the same time. Mainly because we knew how much stick we would get from my friends but to be honest I couldn't care less, anyway this might be a chance for Billie to make friends.
That night Billie and I walked everywhere just talking about everything. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. It got to 11 and Billie had to go home just before he held my hand, looked me in the eyes and asked me if we could start seeing each other as in boyfriend and girlfriend. I kissed him on the lips and gave him a cheeky smile.
"Of course I will, you silly boy" I said happily.
We spent hours together each day at school. Surprisingly not many people said anything mean to us. My feelings for him were indescribable. Although, I'm sure they have always been there just not shown before.
Everything in my life seemed perfect until one day when I was going to sit down with my friends at lunch. They stared at me with sad expression on their faces. My best friend jenny ran over to me and hugged me tight. I pulled back and asked her what was wrong.
"I think you should sit down" she said.
She told me that what I was going read, wasn't the best and with that she handed me a note. She told me that before I read it she wanted me to know that they had nothing to do with it and that they were always happy for me and never meant any of the things they said.
On the front it read; To my baby, Claire x x x.
A tear had already started to fall down my face.
On the note it read. ' to the one I love. I am sorry for this but it is something I needed to do. We have been together now for 2 years and no one else in my life, ever, has made me feel the way you do. I want you to know that you are so beautiful and so special and don't let anyone tell you different. Anyway, this letter isn't a cheesy love letter its something more serious. When you have read this letter, I will no longer be around.
This is something I was going to do before we got together but it is happening again. I am being bullied at school and at home. In the envelope this letter was in, there is a gift for you. Actually two. The first is a single bullet. If you wish to join me feel free but please think about it very closely. The second is more important. A single rose. It represents my love for you. The day it dies is the day I will stop loving you. Just look at it and it will be more special.
I am sorry for doing this but I hope you understand. I love you so much and always will. I will always be there for you.
Billie. X x x x x
That night I carved Billie's name into the bullet and shot myself. We are now reunited and as happy as ever.
"Hey, I said wait up" by this time Billie was right behind me. Wishing he wasn't talking to me, I stopped for him to pass.
Billie's a nice kid but he hasn't got many friends in our school, he's bit of an outsider. I feel sorry for him sometimes and I have tried to be his friend but he seems like he doesn't want friends and especially me. Or maybe he feels threatened by me because you see, I'm one of the popular kids in school and we don't let freaks into our friendship group. But Billie's different, all my friends think I'm mad for even trying to talk to him but I like him, he's special.
He stopped next to me and in a low voice said to me "Claire, I'm so glad that I have got you alone. I really need to talk to you..." I huffed " ok carry on" I said rolling my eyes.
"Well I have been thinking, would you like to..."
"Claire, how you doing? I've got something to show you. Come on, have a look" Richard said as he came running up to me. I looked at Billie and smiled softly as I was being dragged away by Richard.
The next day at school, I went looking for Billie all day and his teachers told me that he wasn't in today. For the next few days he wasn't there. I started to get worried. My friends reassured me everything was alright but I could tell they couldn't care less what had happened to him. Every time I left I could hear them sniggering at me. That was enough I realised what I had to do.
At school I asked around to see if anyone knew where he lived. One person knew. David Hawkins. The school bully. Of course he knew where Billie lived. Ever since Billie moved here, David had been bullying him. That's why me and David broke up. I never told him the true reason though.
That night I went round to Billie's house. His mum answered the door. Mascara smudged down her face. I told her who I was and asked her if I could see Billie. As I was walking up the stairs to his bedroom I saw there was blood stains on the banisters. I walked into his bedroom and his face lit. I smiled softly at him.
"I'm sorry about the other day" I said apologetically.
"Oh, don't apologize I shouldn't have been so stupid to think... Oh don't worry" Billie said.
As we were talking I noticed Billie had a band aid wrapped around his wrist. I hoped to god it wasn't what I thought it was. He must have seen me looking at it because he moved his arm behind his back. I asked him what it was and he said that if it was alright with me, could we go for a walk? So we did.
As we were walking he stopped and said "Claire, y' know the other day when I tried to talk to you? Well what I was going to ask was, if you would do me the pleasure of assisting me to the dance this Saturday?" I looked straight into his eyes, I was speechless.
He carried on saying,
"Have you not noticed the way I look at you compared to everyone else? I know a lot about you, probably things you didn't even know yourself. Like the way you have 5 different looks, one for when you are talking to your friends another when you are talking to someone who you really don't want to be talking to, the third when you are talking about something you really love like Black Sabbath the forth for when you are just staring into thin air thinking deeply about different things and finally one for when you look at me."
I couldn't believe it everything he had just said was just right. He sighed and started to walk away. I called him, he stopped but didn't turn. I ran up to him and hugged him. Although neither of us wanted to admit it, we both felt the same way. So much in love with the other but scared shitless at the same time. Mainly because we knew how much stick we would get from my friends but to be honest I couldn't care less, anyway this might be a chance for Billie to make friends.
That night Billie and I walked everywhere just talking about everything. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. It got to 11 and Billie had to go home just before he held my hand, looked me in the eyes and asked me if we could start seeing each other as in boyfriend and girlfriend. I kissed him on the lips and gave him a cheeky smile.
"Of course I will, you silly boy" I said happily.
We spent hours together each day at school. Surprisingly not many people said anything mean to us. My feelings for him were indescribable. Although, I'm sure they have always been there just not shown before.
Everything in my life seemed perfect until one day when I was going to sit down with my friends at lunch. They stared at me with sad expression on their faces. My best friend jenny ran over to me and hugged me tight. I pulled back and asked her what was wrong.
"I think you should sit down" she said.
She told me that what I was going read, wasn't the best and with that she handed me a note. She told me that before I read it she wanted me to know that they had nothing to do with it and that they were always happy for me and never meant any of the things they said.
On the front it read; To my baby, Claire x x x.
A tear had already started to fall down my face.
On the note it read. ' to the one I love. I am sorry for this but it is something I needed to do. We have been together now for 2 years and no one else in my life, ever, has made me feel the way you do. I want you to know that you are so beautiful and so special and don't let anyone tell you different. Anyway, this letter isn't a cheesy love letter its something more serious. When you have read this letter, I will no longer be around.
This is something I was going to do before we got together but it is happening again. I am being bullied at school and at home. In the envelope this letter was in, there is a gift for you. Actually two. The first is a single bullet. If you wish to join me feel free but please think about it very closely. The second is more important. A single rose. It represents my love for you. The day it dies is the day I will stop loving you. Just look at it and it will be more special.
I am sorry for doing this but I hope you understand. I love you so much and always will. I will always be there for you.
Billie. X x x x x
That night I carved Billie's name into the bullet and shot myself. We are now reunited and as happy as ever.
