Fight for your Right, chapter 8
Billie went home that day and now I was pacing. I decided to call aunt Lyndi.
"Helloey?" she answered.
"Helloey? Where'd you get that?" I said laughing a little.
"I dont know...I'm bored. Thank god you called or I'd still be grading papers," she said kind of excited.
"But you're suppose to love that. You're suppose to love science and be excited to see how good we are!" I said laughing.
"Yeah, but you see. I don't like science. I know I'm a science teacher...put yeah, anyways. And, even if I did like science, you guys suck, so that doesnt help," she said in a serious voice.
I just gasped angrily, "I have a high C thank you very much!"
"Yeah...you should be thanking me for that by the way...Anyways, whats up?"
I explained how I had taken Billie's guitar, but not remembered that it had been from his dad. And then how he came over and at the moment we were friends again.... but not really. Because he was mad at whoever took his guitar..... and that was me.
"So now I dont know what to do. The only thing I can think of is just give it back. I dont think I should lie to him. I'm not very good at that. But he'll hate me when he finds out I did it."
"Let me tell you something May," she said angrily. "I had a skateboard when I was little. Yeah yeah I know, I'd look funny on a skateboard. But I loved that skateboard, and I was pretty good. But if I found out someone took it, they would DIE........DIE, May, DIE."
"You're very encouraging."
"Well, maybe taking his guitar wasnt the greatest idea. Billie is very good at playing the guitar, and its got memories behind it. I didn't have any memories behind my skateboard but a broken wrist and something to get me out of the house," she said seriously.
"Well, it's already been done. Too late now. It's upstairs in my guitarcase next to my dresser. I need to know what to do *now* not what I should have done...." I said starting to get annoyed.
"Well, we know that he DOES need to get it back."
"Right," I said, glad to be getting somewhere.
"And you're a sucky liar. So YOU have to give it back."
"Yes," I said rolling my eyes.
"Hmm...I don't know," she said sounding stumped.
"What would you do if it was you?!"
"I wouldn't have done it in the first place!!!" she said annoyed. "I still can't believe you did it!!! Don't you know who he is?! Don't you know where that came from?!! What it means to him??!!!!"
"I know Lyndi! I've already passed feeling bad for that! Now I need to know what to do next!!" I said frustrated.
"I dont know, give it back and maybe he'll forgive you..... or kill you, like I said, I don't know," she muttered.
I just sighed. "Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"See ya monday."
"Bye bye."
"Bye," she ended. And I hung up, and kicked the couch. This sucks.
The next day, everyone was being lazy, mom and I were in the living room in our PJ's watching tv, and Erin was still asleep. Then Billie came and knocked on the door, but then just opened it freely.
"Mel, I can't stand it anymore! Can I atleast play *your* guitar?" he said pleading.
"Umm..yeah. Yeah go ahead its in my room," I said going back to the tv.
He ran back to my room "SHUT THE DOOR!!" my mom yelled from the chair. Seeing as the front door was still open.
"Right," he mumbled running back and shutting it.
"I sat there for a minute or so, thinking of what he had probably been going through. But then I remembered that I had Blue, and jumped up and ran to my room.
I was almost there when I heard him gasp, "MELISSA!!"
I winced when I heard him yelled. And ran down the hall to my little sisters room, and shut and locked the door. I heard Erin stir, "Whater you doin' in me room," she mumbled with her eyes halfway open.
"Shhh, please! I'm begging you!" I whispered to her. She just glared at me,and fell back asleep.
I heard him say something to mom.
"Erins room," she said back dull-ley.
Oh my god mom!! How helpful!!
"Melissa!!! I'm gonna kill you!!! How could you do that!!! Do you have any idea how you made me feel??!!!!" he yelled from the other side of the door, beating on it.
"Quit hitting my door!!! I'm trying to sleep!!!" Erin yelled, being the spoiled brat she is.
"Hey Erin, it's Billie. And I will if you tell me how to get in," he said sweetly to her.
She thrrew her blankets aside and got out of bed. She strutted over to the door. But I grabbed her before she could unlock it. She threw me a hateful look. "The drawer next to the sink!! Theres a key to our rooms!!" the onery little brat blurted out beforeI could stop her.
"Why thank you," he said back.
"ERIN I HATE YOU."
"I hate you to. Or I wouldn't have told him," she said sticking her nose up in the air. We had a really old house. And all the doors had to have skeleton keys to get in. And the one key that we had was in the drawer next to the sink.
I quickly let go of her as I heard him start to unlock the door. I looked around. A little closet, a little bed. Well, what would it matter anyway? Anywhere I hid Erin would tell him. The door flew open and he ran in and threw me to the ground.
He had me pinned, and I was scared out of my mind. "Let me talk before you get all mean and kill me!!" I yelled just as he was about to punch me.
I winced, waiting for the pain to come, I thought of it.. Sooner or later the whole left side of my face would hurt. But apparently he had waited.
"Fine, convince me, please," he sneered.
"Please? Oh come on, you and me both know you want to kill me," I said testing my luck. It was out of habit, I couldn't help it.
"Talk now or theres no forgiving!" he added threateningly.
He still had me pinned on the ground, which I would have normally said something about. But I gave in. "You got shot, but I came to help. But you still were your normal self to me. Your normal 'I'm better than you'll ever be so just go and die' self."
"Yes, because nothing had changed. You were just doing as you should have done. If you see someone dying, you're suppose to help them. I was hurt, you were suppose to help me, nothing changed."
I wiggled my arm out unexpectedly and punched him across the face.
He fell to the ground,but punched me right back. But now I had him pinned, showing no mercy to his hurt shoulder. He winced in pain, seeing as I had my hands on his shoulders.
"Yeah, but look now. Your hurt, but I could care less. Bending the rules, eh? It's not difficult... friend," I said throwing him an evil look.
He didn't say anything, just held back tears from the pain. "Fine, I should have been nicer. But Blue? Why Blue?!" he finally managed to get out.
I sighed and let go. I leaned back against Erin's wall. "I know, I'm still trying to figure that part out."
He looked at his shoulder, which was now bloody from where I had hurt the stitches I guess. "What?! You don't even know why you took my guitar?!!"
"I wasn't thinking when I took it. I guess I was just really mad. I knew you would be mad, but I just wasn't thinking of much else. But listen, you've bullied me, ever since fourth or fifth grade, and I've bullied back, can't this just be considered even?" I begged, knowing it wouldn't get anywhere.
"Even?! You're lucky I'm not going to kill you!!" he yelled back disgusted.
"You're not? You have no idea how much better that makes me feel.." I started, feeling relieved.
"No, I would never kill you neccesarily."
"Oh please, don't pretend to sound all nice and kind. I swear, I thought I would be dead once I got this far."
"Then why did you do it?!" he said angrily.
"Because I wasn't thinking!!"
"Will you two shut up!!!! I am ta-rying...to sleep!!!!" Erin yelled, being her grumpy self.
"NO!"
"Erin, we are having a very important conversation.." Billie said calmly.
She just rolled her eyes, "She wanted revenge on you, and she got it. Now kiss and make up!"
We looked at each other, and backed away a little weirded out.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
She shooed us out the door, and closed it behind us.
"You saw me yesterday, why didn't you give it ba-"
"Oh no, I didn't mind when you were argueing in Erin's room, but I was just waitng for her to kick you out. Take it outside," mom said from her chair.
I just rolled my eyes and I could tell he was mad too. We got outside, "Continue," I said standing right outside the door.
"You saw me yesterday, why didn't you give it back then?" he yelled helplessly.
"What did you expect?! You were really mad! 'Oh hey Billie, I took it but I guess you're mad, please, kill me now..' " I said in an annoying voice.
Ms. Brinkley was sitting in her rocking chair reading, she was in the house next to ours. "Will you two be quiet and-"
"Lady! Shut up now or send us to Mars! You can't tell us not to go outside," he yelled back at her really irritated.
She just held her hand to her chest and acted all surprised. Then she walked inside, muttering something about peace and quiet.
"Billie, mom needs you," one of Billies many siblings yelled from across the street.
He just sighed, "Atleast give me my guitar back."
We walked back into my bedroom, and saw that my guitarcase was open, where Billie had been looking for *my* guitar. I grabbed it and handed it to him.
"Thanks, I guess," he mumbled, walking back out of my room.
I stopped him, "Just wondering, do you hate me?"
He just stood there for a second, "I'll think about it," and left.
"Helloey?" she answered.
"Helloey? Where'd you get that?" I said laughing a little.
"I dont know...I'm bored. Thank god you called or I'd still be grading papers," she said kind of excited.
"But you're suppose to love that. You're suppose to love science and be excited to see how good we are!" I said laughing.
"Yeah, but you see. I don't like science. I know I'm a science teacher...put yeah, anyways. And, even if I did like science, you guys suck, so that doesnt help," she said in a serious voice.
I just gasped angrily, "I have a high C thank you very much!"
"Yeah...you should be thanking me for that by the way...Anyways, whats up?"
I explained how I had taken Billie's guitar, but not remembered that it had been from his dad. And then how he came over and at the moment we were friends again.... but not really. Because he was mad at whoever took his guitar..... and that was me.
"So now I dont know what to do. The only thing I can think of is just give it back. I dont think I should lie to him. I'm not very good at that. But he'll hate me when he finds out I did it."
"Let me tell you something May," she said angrily. "I had a skateboard when I was little. Yeah yeah I know, I'd look funny on a skateboard. But I loved that skateboard, and I was pretty good. But if I found out someone took it, they would DIE........DIE, May, DIE."
"You're very encouraging."
"Well, maybe taking his guitar wasnt the greatest idea. Billie is very good at playing the guitar, and its got memories behind it. I didn't have any memories behind my skateboard but a broken wrist and something to get me out of the house," she said seriously.
"Well, it's already been done. Too late now. It's upstairs in my guitarcase next to my dresser. I need to know what to do *now* not what I should have done...." I said starting to get annoyed.
"Well, we know that he DOES need to get it back."
"Right," I said, glad to be getting somewhere.
"And you're a sucky liar. So YOU have to give it back."
"Yes," I said rolling my eyes.
"Hmm...I don't know," she said sounding stumped.
"What would you do if it was you?!"
"I wouldn't have done it in the first place!!!" she said annoyed. "I still can't believe you did it!!! Don't you know who he is?! Don't you know where that came from?!! What it means to him??!!!!"
"I know Lyndi! I've already passed feeling bad for that! Now I need to know what to do next!!" I said frustrated.
"I dont know, give it back and maybe he'll forgive you..... or kill you, like I said, I don't know," she muttered.
I just sighed. "Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"See ya monday."
"Bye bye."
"Bye," she ended. And I hung up, and kicked the couch. This sucks.
The next day, everyone was being lazy, mom and I were in the living room in our PJ's watching tv, and Erin was still asleep. Then Billie came and knocked on the door, but then just opened it freely.
"Mel, I can't stand it anymore! Can I atleast play *your* guitar?" he said pleading.
"Umm..yeah. Yeah go ahead its in my room," I said going back to the tv.
He ran back to my room "SHUT THE DOOR!!" my mom yelled from the chair. Seeing as the front door was still open.
"Right," he mumbled running back and shutting it.
"I sat there for a minute or so, thinking of what he had probably been going through. But then I remembered that I had Blue, and jumped up and ran to my room.
I was almost there when I heard him gasp, "MELISSA!!"
I winced when I heard him yelled. And ran down the hall to my little sisters room, and shut and locked the door. I heard Erin stir, "Whater you doin' in me room," she mumbled with her eyes halfway open.
"Shhh, please! I'm begging you!" I whispered to her. She just glared at me,and fell back asleep.
I heard him say something to mom.
"Erins room," she said back dull-ley.
Oh my god mom!! How helpful!!
"Melissa!!! I'm gonna kill you!!! How could you do that!!! Do you have any idea how you made me feel??!!!!" he yelled from the other side of the door, beating on it.
"Quit hitting my door!!! I'm trying to sleep!!!" Erin yelled, being the spoiled brat she is.
"Hey Erin, it's Billie. And I will if you tell me how to get in," he said sweetly to her.
She thrrew her blankets aside and got out of bed. She strutted over to the door. But I grabbed her before she could unlock it. She threw me a hateful look. "The drawer next to the sink!! Theres a key to our rooms!!" the onery little brat blurted out beforeI could stop her.
"Why thank you," he said back.
"ERIN I HATE YOU."
"I hate you to. Or I wouldn't have told him," she said sticking her nose up in the air. We had a really old house. And all the doors had to have skeleton keys to get in. And the one key that we had was in the drawer next to the sink.
I quickly let go of her as I heard him start to unlock the door. I looked around. A little closet, a little bed. Well, what would it matter anyway? Anywhere I hid Erin would tell him. The door flew open and he ran in and threw me to the ground.
He had me pinned, and I was scared out of my mind. "Let me talk before you get all mean and kill me!!" I yelled just as he was about to punch me.
I winced, waiting for the pain to come, I thought of it.. Sooner or later the whole left side of my face would hurt. But apparently he had waited.
"Fine, convince me, please," he sneered.
"Please? Oh come on, you and me both know you want to kill me," I said testing my luck. It was out of habit, I couldn't help it.
"Talk now or theres no forgiving!" he added threateningly.
He still had me pinned on the ground, which I would have normally said something about. But I gave in. "You got shot, but I came to help. But you still were your normal self to me. Your normal 'I'm better than you'll ever be so just go and die' self."
"Yes, because nothing had changed. You were just doing as you should have done. If you see someone dying, you're suppose to help them. I was hurt, you were suppose to help me, nothing changed."
I wiggled my arm out unexpectedly and punched him across the face.
He fell to the ground,but punched me right back. But now I had him pinned, showing no mercy to his hurt shoulder. He winced in pain, seeing as I had my hands on his shoulders.
"Yeah, but look now. Your hurt, but I could care less. Bending the rules, eh? It's not difficult... friend," I said throwing him an evil look.
He didn't say anything, just held back tears from the pain. "Fine, I should have been nicer. But Blue? Why Blue?!" he finally managed to get out.
I sighed and let go. I leaned back against Erin's wall. "I know, I'm still trying to figure that part out."
He looked at his shoulder, which was now bloody from where I had hurt the stitches I guess. "What?! You don't even know why you took my guitar?!!"
"I wasn't thinking when I took it. I guess I was just really mad. I knew you would be mad, but I just wasn't thinking of much else. But listen, you've bullied me, ever since fourth or fifth grade, and I've bullied back, can't this just be considered even?" I begged, knowing it wouldn't get anywhere.
"Even?! You're lucky I'm not going to kill you!!" he yelled back disgusted.
"You're not? You have no idea how much better that makes me feel.." I started, feeling relieved.
"No, I would never kill you neccesarily."
"Oh please, don't pretend to sound all nice and kind. I swear, I thought I would be dead once I got this far."
"Then why did you do it?!" he said angrily.
"Because I wasn't thinking!!"
"Will you two shut up!!!! I am ta-rying...to sleep!!!!" Erin yelled, being her grumpy self.
"NO!"
"Erin, we are having a very important conversation.." Billie said calmly.
She just rolled her eyes, "She wanted revenge on you, and she got it. Now kiss and make up!"
We looked at each other, and backed away a little weirded out.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
She shooed us out the door, and closed it behind us.
"You saw me yesterday, why didn't you give it ba-"
"Oh no, I didn't mind when you were argueing in Erin's room, but I was just waitng for her to kick you out. Take it outside," mom said from her chair.
I just rolled my eyes and I could tell he was mad too. We got outside, "Continue," I said standing right outside the door.
"You saw me yesterday, why didn't you give it back then?" he yelled helplessly.
"What did you expect?! You were really mad! 'Oh hey Billie, I took it but I guess you're mad, please, kill me now..' " I said in an annoying voice.
Ms. Brinkley was sitting in her rocking chair reading, she was in the house next to ours. "Will you two be quiet and-"
"Lady! Shut up now or send us to Mars! You can't tell us not to go outside," he yelled back at her really irritated.
She just held her hand to her chest and acted all surprised. Then she walked inside, muttering something about peace and quiet.
"Billie, mom needs you," one of Billies many siblings yelled from across the street.
He just sighed, "Atleast give me my guitar back."
We walked back into my bedroom, and saw that my guitarcase was open, where Billie had been looking for *my* guitar. I grabbed it and handed it to him.
"Thanks, I guess," he mumbled, walking back out of my room.
I stopped him, "Just wondering, do you hate me?"
He just stood there for a second, "I'll think about it," and left.
