Time just flies by, doesn’t it?, chapter 7
I looked at Monica; she was sitting in the front of the class staring at me. She likes me, and I find it quite gross. She writes to me saying how our wedding will be one day, it makes me sick! Why would I marry her? I have asked her so many freaking times, but she just says that one day I may find out, if I "follow the love trail." I don't get it, but from what my moms says, there are a lot of things I don't get, she says I really take after her. When I looked back to her she was still looking at me.
"What?" I mouthed. She smiled and turned away, giggling.
"I think you've got a girlfriend." Claire said. God damn her, she makes me mad! She looked over at Claire and mouthed something to her friend, starting to write another letter. She passed it up to her, smiling. When Monica got the letter she read it, started writing something, and passed it back to me. Claire smiled before handing it to me. I took it and read what it said.
Thanks Billie, so I'll see you tonight at eight? My house?
I looked at Claire, opened mouthed. She smiled and patted my back. I wanted to hit her so bad. I looked to Monica to see a big smile on her face. I closed my eyes, putting my head in my hands.
"Billie, are you okay?" Mr. Anderson asked.
"Yes." I said flatly. He looked around the class and continued. I looked up at Claire who had a big smile on her face as she looked to the teacher; I knew she knew I was watching her.
"Don't worry, she won't do you too hard." I heard her whisper to me. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. Being Tre's friend, you learn to deal with things, without killing the person. I looked back to Monica and noticed that once again, she was watching me. I shook my head no, she shook hers yes. Mr. Anderson saw that she was turned around in her chair and stopped to look at her, everyone went quiet. She noticed he's stopped talking and turned around.
"May I continue without you turned around talking to your friends?" he asked sternly.
"Sorry." She said, embarrassed. I was glad she'd be turned around at least until the end of class, but still, I had to deal with Claire. The rest of class went by slowly, Mr. Anderson talking on and on about his kids. Finally it was a minute 'till class was over. Everyone grabbed their binders, racing to be the first out the door. Geeze, they acted like first graders, but they weren't far from them, besides height, for many they could be mistaken as one. I was last out, I wanted to make sure that Monica was far away before o came out; I didn't want her to try to get me, though she probably would, and all because of Claire. While I was walking I ran into Lily.
"Hey." I said, trying to be nice. She didn't take it all that well.
"Back off asshole, I don't want anything to do with you." She glared, walking off. She does hate me, and it wasn't even my fault, this is a first. She would know though, wouldn't she, if I was cheating on her? I'm sure she would, and I'm not, not unless masturbating yourself is cheating, and I am sure it's not! I looked behind me at her as I was walking forward and ran smack into a wall, falling over onto my back. Score! I've done it again! I should start throwing myself a party if I can do this more than once a day from now on! Man that hurt. I looked up at the ceiling as people walked by, laughing
"Shove off!" I said while getting back up. I stood up and walked off to my next class.
**Emily's P. O. V. **
As I walked off to reading I thought about Billie. I did feel bad for him; he looked so annoyed before he hit his head. I walked to room 225 and waited. The door was locked; the teacher didn't unlock it last period because she was at lunch. While I was waiting about fifteen other people came and waited by the door, then the teacher came. She unlocked the door and let us in. When we were in the class we sat down. The room had pictures of presidents and phrases that they used. It was kinda weird. I sat across from a boy with brown eyes. He had dark brown hair with black stripes. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. He was cute. He had freckles, but they were hard to see, didn't show up very much. He had on light gray eyeliner; you couldn't see it as much as you could Billie's. He was looking at his binder; there was a picture on it. I looked him over. He had black nails, must've painted them. He was wearing all black. Black pants with a chain and a black shirt, with a black tie. He looked really Goth. He looked like he could have been Billie's best friend, or brother.
"You okay?" he asked. He had a deeper voice than Billie, but not like a man yet, a young adult. I looked at him. He had a lip ring and an eye ring.
"Yeah, fine." I said.
"Jimmy, come 'er." I heard another boy say. I looked over.
"Just a minute." He said. He got up and walked over to him. The boy that he walked over to had blond hair, really short. He was also wearing all black. He had on black shorts with a chain and a black sweater with a skull on the back.
"Yeah?" I heard him ask. The boy lent over and whispered something to him.
"Dunno, maybe." He looked over at me and smiled, then back at his friend, "Marshall, why ya wanna know? It's his business."
"I know, but who cares? I sure as hell don't!" he said, still whispering, but I could hear it. The guy with brown hair flipped him off and walked away.
"I will get it out of you!" the blond laughed. The other one just stuck his tongue out.
"What?" I mouthed. She smiled and turned away, giggling.
"I think you've got a girlfriend." Claire said. God damn her, she makes me mad! She looked over at Claire and mouthed something to her friend, starting to write another letter. She passed it up to her, smiling. When Monica got the letter she read it, started writing something, and passed it back to me. Claire smiled before handing it to me. I took it and read what it said.
Thanks Billie, so I'll see you tonight at eight? My house?
I looked at Claire, opened mouthed. She smiled and patted my back. I wanted to hit her so bad. I looked to Monica to see a big smile on her face. I closed my eyes, putting my head in my hands.
"Billie, are you okay?" Mr. Anderson asked.
"Yes." I said flatly. He looked around the class and continued. I looked up at Claire who had a big smile on her face as she looked to the teacher; I knew she knew I was watching her.
"Don't worry, she won't do you too hard." I heard her whisper to me. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. Being Tre's friend, you learn to deal with things, without killing the person. I looked back to Monica and noticed that once again, she was watching me. I shook my head no, she shook hers yes. Mr. Anderson saw that she was turned around in her chair and stopped to look at her, everyone went quiet. She noticed he's stopped talking and turned around.
"May I continue without you turned around talking to your friends?" he asked sternly.
"Sorry." She said, embarrassed. I was glad she'd be turned around at least until the end of class, but still, I had to deal with Claire. The rest of class went by slowly, Mr. Anderson talking on and on about his kids. Finally it was a minute 'till class was over. Everyone grabbed their binders, racing to be the first out the door. Geeze, they acted like first graders, but they weren't far from them, besides height, for many they could be mistaken as one. I was last out, I wanted to make sure that Monica was far away before o came out; I didn't want her to try to get me, though she probably would, and all because of Claire. While I was walking I ran into Lily.
"Hey." I said, trying to be nice. She didn't take it all that well.
"Back off asshole, I don't want anything to do with you." She glared, walking off. She does hate me, and it wasn't even my fault, this is a first. She would know though, wouldn't she, if I was cheating on her? I'm sure she would, and I'm not, not unless masturbating yourself is cheating, and I am sure it's not! I looked behind me at her as I was walking forward and ran smack into a wall, falling over onto my back. Score! I've done it again! I should start throwing myself a party if I can do this more than once a day from now on! Man that hurt. I looked up at the ceiling as people walked by, laughing
"Shove off!" I said while getting back up. I stood up and walked off to my next class.
**Emily's P. O. V. **
As I walked off to reading I thought about Billie. I did feel bad for him; he looked so annoyed before he hit his head. I walked to room 225 and waited. The door was locked; the teacher didn't unlock it last period because she was at lunch. While I was waiting about fifteen other people came and waited by the door, then the teacher came. She unlocked the door and let us in. When we were in the class we sat down. The room had pictures of presidents and phrases that they used. It was kinda weird. I sat across from a boy with brown eyes. He had dark brown hair with black stripes. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. He was cute. He had freckles, but they were hard to see, didn't show up very much. He had on light gray eyeliner; you couldn't see it as much as you could Billie's. He was looking at his binder; there was a picture on it. I looked him over. He had black nails, must've painted them. He was wearing all black. Black pants with a chain and a black shirt, with a black tie. He looked really Goth. He looked like he could have been Billie's best friend, or brother.
"You okay?" he asked. He had a deeper voice than Billie, but not like a man yet, a young adult. I looked at him. He had a lip ring and an eye ring.
"Yeah, fine." I said.
"Jimmy, come 'er." I heard another boy say. I looked over.
"Just a minute." He said. He got up and walked over to him. The boy that he walked over to had blond hair, really short. He was also wearing all black. He had on black shorts with a chain and a black sweater with a skull on the back.
"Yeah?" I heard him ask. The boy lent over and whispered something to him.
"Dunno, maybe." He looked over at me and smiled, then back at his friend, "Marshall, why ya wanna know? It's his business."
"I know, but who cares? I sure as hell don't!" he said, still whispering, but I could hear it. The guy with brown hair flipped him off and walked away.
"I will get it out of you!" the blond laughed. The other one just stuck his tongue out.
