Time just flies by, doesn’t it?, chapter 8
He walked back over to our table and sat down.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Um, Emily, why?" I asked him. He shrugged and looked at me.
"My name's Jimmy, that over there, Marshall." He said this as if he really could care less.
"Thanks." I said. He may be cute, but he was making me nervous. With every glance at him I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. I don't know why, but he just scared me. Maybe it was the way he looked? He looked like Billie, and the only thing that scared me about Billie was his attitude. But this guy, he was scary all over now, not just his looks. His brown eyes were looking at me all through the period. He gave me the creeps. As soon as the bell rang I got up to leave, before realizing that I had another period in here. I sat back down and waited for the bell to ring again. It did, and I was in here with him again. His friend was also looking at me, but only every once and a while. As soon as the teacher started talking I relaxed. I dunno why. I think it is because he turned around when she started on and on about the rest of the year. When I looked over at the brown haired boy he wasn't looking at me, but the girl beside him. She was smiling at him, looking down. He looked up at the teacher. I looked under the table to see what she was looking at. Her hand was on his leg. I looked back up and sighed, this was goanna be a strange year. The teacher was talking about a test that we were to take at the end of the year, and if we don't pass we are sure to be held back. I didn't hear what it was about, but probably Social Studies, which I hated. I wonder if Billie's in her class. After ten minutes she let us have "Free time". Yay! Not! That is for little first graders, not for ninth graders! We had twenty minutes to do nothing, and in those minutes the blond came over to me.
"Heya, how you doing?" he asked, setting in the chair to the left of me.
"Fine." I mumbled. He also made me feel uncomfortable, maybe just because he was the other one's friend.
"You don't seem fine. What's wrong?" I looked at him and then to his friend.
"I don't have anything to tell you. Now please, just leave me alone." I told him. His friend heard me and turned around to look.
"Marshall, she apparently doesn't wanna talk to you. Leave her alone." Did he just say that because he wanted me to like him, or what?
"Thanks." I said quietly. He shook his head while his friend walked over to him.
"I was just talkin' to her." He said angrily. He sat down beside him. I looked out the window, not wanting to look at either of them. All I could think about was Billie, why he had been so down. But for all I know, that could be his normal self. I looked at the clock on the wall; fifteen minutes left. I had nothing to do. I took out a piece of paper from my binder and drew a picture of a person on it. I didn't know who it was, but it was of a girl in a room with two cats, by a stair way. I'd seen it in a dream I had a few years back. Drawing was not my specialty, though whenever I was bored I would draw a few pictures. When I looked to see time I noticed that there were only four minutes left. I put my things away and closed my binder, standing up and pushing my chair in.
"What you have next?" Marshall asked me.
"Computers." I said as the bell rang. He smiled, following me.
"So do me and Jim." He said. They both followed me into room 204. I was gonna hate this more than I thought! I walked into the room and to my surprise Billie was there. I thought that he was in this class the period before and was just leaving, but he went over to one of the chairs and sat down. Jimmy and Marshall walked over to him and sat in the two around him.
"What up?" Marshall asked.
"Nothing much, really. You?" he asked.
"No, not really anything for me either." Billie shook his head and looked at Jimmy.
"You?" he asked.
"Just waiting to go home." They both looked at me, Billie looked at the boy that came in through the door. I didn't wanna look at them so I followed Billie's gaze. The guy that came in was wearing a black t-shirt with red lining. He had on black baggy pants with red cobwebs all over them and a silver chain. He too had eye liner on, but it was black with red. He had a lip ring and a nose and eye ring. His left ear was pierced four times and his right six. He had a black and red mohawk. He had green eyes. Billie looked at him and glared. When he came in he flipped him off, going to a chair that was... right next to me. I looked at him and he looked at me. He didn't sit down, he just stared.
"Up." He said. I wasn't moving. I had got here first. He looked at me and glared. "I said, UP." He said.
"I'm not leaving." I said firmly. Everyone looked at me and him.
"Oh. I see." He said looking at me. I heard Jimmy whisper something. "One 'more time, that's it. Now, I said up. Get moving." I looked at him, into his green glaring eyes.
"And I said, I am not moving." I said in the same tone he had. He was almost a foot taller then me, and I was afraid, but I was standing my ground; that was something I needed to learn to do.
"I said move!" he said, I glared, not moving.
"F-o-r-g-e-t it... ." I said slowly, but as firm as I could. He looked at me and raised his fist. Shite! He was actually goanna hit me. He was about to, but I heard a loud thud, chairs move and just before he hit me I heard another noise.
"Don't EVER try hitting a girl around me!!!" I heard the person yell. I looked in front of me and saw that the guy was on the ground with blood oozing from his nose, Billie standing above him, fist bloody. I heard the class gasp. I guessed this wasn't good. He backed away as the teacher came in, everyone looked as he backed away.
"Billie Joe Armstrong?!" he yelled and asked.
"Yeah, that'd be the name." he said very seriously. He was pissed.
"What in the name of god did you do?!" he said while running over to the boy.
"He tried hitting her! What was I supposed to do, let him?! Hell no!!" he yelled. The guy that had been knocked over stood up, looking at Billie.
"I will, damn yes, I will get you for this!" he yelled as he got closer to Billie. I wanted to get up and hug Billie, tell him how much I loved his bravery.
"Shit, no one's ever hit Butch before." I heard a girl whisper. "He's dead. D-e-a-d, dead I tell you." I looked at Billie as the boy walked closer. The computers teacher was at least two feet shorter than them both, so he could do anything but yell. Billie moved not a muscle. The guy, Butch, whatever his name is, came closer yet, again raising his fist. He was about to hit him. Billie was goanna let! As soon as he let his hand come down Billie moved out of his way, so that he smashed his hand into the table.
"Oh my f- god!" he wouldn't cuss, he was in too much pain, Billie raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Not like the others? No, I don't cower in fear of a fat ass like you." Butch put his hand down when Billie said this and went red. Oh no, he WAS goanna kill Billie. I looked at Billie as Butch went red. He turned from red to purple with anger. Billie did nothing, oh no, either he wasn't scared, or he was scared to death but wouldn't show it. I looked up as another teacher walked in. This wasn't good, he was the wrestling coach...
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Um, Emily, why?" I asked him. He shrugged and looked at me.
"My name's Jimmy, that over there, Marshall." He said this as if he really could care less.
"Thanks." I said. He may be cute, but he was making me nervous. With every glance at him I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. I don't know why, but he just scared me. Maybe it was the way he looked? He looked like Billie, and the only thing that scared me about Billie was his attitude. But this guy, he was scary all over now, not just his looks. His brown eyes were looking at me all through the period. He gave me the creeps. As soon as the bell rang I got up to leave, before realizing that I had another period in here. I sat back down and waited for the bell to ring again. It did, and I was in here with him again. His friend was also looking at me, but only every once and a while. As soon as the teacher started talking I relaxed. I dunno why. I think it is because he turned around when she started on and on about the rest of the year. When I looked over at the brown haired boy he wasn't looking at me, but the girl beside him. She was smiling at him, looking down. He looked up at the teacher. I looked under the table to see what she was looking at. Her hand was on his leg. I looked back up and sighed, this was goanna be a strange year. The teacher was talking about a test that we were to take at the end of the year, and if we don't pass we are sure to be held back. I didn't hear what it was about, but probably Social Studies, which I hated. I wonder if Billie's in her class. After ten minutes she let us have "Free time". Yay! Not! That is for little first graders, not for ninth graders! We had twenty minutes to do nothing, and in those minutes the blond came over to me.
"Heya, how you doing?" he asked, setting in the chair to the left of me.
"Fine." I mumbled. He also made me feel uncomfortable, maybe just because he was the other one's friend.
"You don't seem fine. What's wrong?" I looked at him and then to his friend.
"I don't have anything to tell you. Now please, just leave me alone." I told him. His friend heard me and turned around to look.
"Marshall, she apparently doesn't wanna talk to you. Leave her alone." Did he just say that because he wanted me to like him, or what?
"Thanks." I said quietly. He shook his head while his friend walked over to him.
"I was just talkin' to her." He said angrily. He sat down beside him. I looked out the window, not wanting to look at either of them. All I could think about was Billie, why he had been so down. But for all I know, that could be his normal self. I looked at the clock on the wall; fifteen minutes left. I had nothing to do. I took out a piece of paper from my binder and drew a picture of a person on it. I didn't know who it was, but it was of a girl in a room with two cats, by a stair way. I'd seen it in a dream I had a few years back. Drawing was not my specialty, though whenever I was bored I would draw a few pictures. When I looked to see time I noticed that there were only four minutes left. I put my things away and closed my binder, standing up and pushing my chair in.
"What you have next?" Marshall asked me.
"Computers." I said as the bell rang. He smiled, following me.
"So do me and Jim." He said. They both followed me into room 204. I was gonna hate this more than I thought! I walked into the room and to my surprise Billie was there. I thought that he was in this class the period before and was just leaving, but he went over to one of the chairs and sat down. Jimmy and Marshall walked over to him and sat in the two around him.
"What up?" Marshall asked.
"Nothing much, really. You?" he asked.
"No, not really anything for me either." Billie shook his head and looked at Jimmy.
"You?" he asked.
"Just waiting to go home." They both looked at me, Billie looked at the boy that came in through the door. I didn't wanna look at them so I followed Billie's gaze. The guy that came in was wearing a black t-shirt with red lining. He had on black baggy pants with red cobwebs all over them and a silver chain. He too had eye liner on, but it was black with red. He had a lip ring and a nose and eye ring. His left ear was pierced four times and his right six. He had a black and red mohawk. He had green eyes. Billie looked at him and glared. When he came in he flipped him off, going to a chair that was... right next to me. I looked at him and he looked at me. He didn't sit down, he just stared.
"Up." He said. I wasn't moving. I had got here first. He looked at me and glared. "I said, UP." He said.
"I'm not leaving." I said firmly. Everyone looked at me and him.
"Oh. I see." He said looking at me. I heard Jimmy whisper something. "One 'more time, that's it. Now, I said up. Get moving." I looked at him, into his green glaring eyes.
"And I said, I am not moving." I said in the same tone he had. He was almost a foot taller then me, and I was afraid, but I was standing my ground; that was something I needed to learn to do.
"I said move!" he said, I glared, not moving.
"F-o-r-g-e-t it... ." I said slowly, but as firm as I could. He looked at me and raised his fist. Shite! He was actually goanna hit me. He was about to, but I heard a loud thud, chairs move and just before he hit me I heard another noise.
"Don't EVER try hitting a girl around me!!!" I heard the person yell. I looked in front of me and saw that the guy was on the ground with blood oozing from his nose, Billie standing above him, fist bloody. I heard the class gasp. I guessed this wasn't good. He backed away as the teacher came in, everyone looked as he backed away.
"Billie Joe Armstrong?!" he yelled and asked.
"Yeah, that'd be the name." he said very seriously. He was pissed.
"What in the name of god did you do?!" he said while running over to the boy.
"He tried hitting her! What was I supposed to do, let him?! Hell no!!" he yelled. The guy that had been knocked over stood up, looking at Billie.
"I will, damn yes, I will get you for this!" he yelled as he got closer to Billie. I wanted to get up and hug Billie, tell him how much I loved his bravery.
"Shit, no one's ever hit Butch before." I heard a girl whisper. "He's dead. D-e-a-d, dead I tell you." I looked at Billie as the boy walked closer. The computers teacher was at least two feet shorter than them both, so he could do anything but yell. Billie moved not a muscle. The guy, Butch, whatever his name is, came closer yet, again raising his fist. He was about to hit him. Billie was goanna let! As soon as he let his hand come down Billie moved out of his way, so that he smashed his hand into the table.
"Oh my f- god!" he wouldn't cuss, he was in too much pain, Billie raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Not like the others? No, I don't cower in fear of a fat ass like you." Butch put his hand down when Billie said this and went red. Oh no, he WAS goanna kill Billie. I looked at Billie as Butch went red. He turned from red to purple with anger. Billie did nothing, oh no, either he wasn't scared, or he was scared to death but wouldn't show it. I looked up as another teacher walked in. This wasn't good, he was the wrestling coach...
