Loser. Weirdo. Faggot., chapter 12
Billie felt himself crumple onto the ground. Adrienne busted his heart open. She didn't listen to him. "I love you like a brother, Billie," But she didn't listen to him.
"Come on, don't leave Oakland. People here care about yaa. Don't throw it away." Her last words still rang in Billie's ears. The machine that would separate Billie from Adrienne pulled out of the driveway, and rode away. From Him.
Mike's hand went onto Billie's back. "Bill, come on. Don't..." He trailed off. Billie was hurting inside bad. His entire reality was crashing down, from a girl. "Come over to the car." Billie vaguely heard what Mike was saying. He was too trapped in his own thoughts.
Billie sullenly got up, his eyes were glued to the pavement. He tucked both of his hands into his pockets. And started to walk. Walk to some place. He just wanted to walk away, and keep on walking away until he was far enough that he couldn't feel pain.
"Where you going, man?" Mike reached out for him, but Billie pushed him away. Tré walked out of the car too. For the first time Mike had seen, his face was filled with nothing but sympathy. His eyes were glassy, like he was about to cry.
Tré began walking a little behind Billie. He ignored him. "Bill? Quit moping. She was a whore. You can get over this," He stopped. Tré continued. "Wherever you're going, I'm following you."
Billie grabbed Tré by the collar, and pulled him up close. "God dammit, don't you ever call her whore," He released Tré, and began walking, this time looking a little angrier than anything. Tré was too stupefied to continue walking next to him. He didn't want his head bit off today, by some lovesick punk.
Mike and Tré got back into the car. It was Casey's turn. If Mike's best friend was being a prick, she was gonna stop it. She pushed the gas on the car to ride up to Billie, who had already walked pretty far. "God dammit, Bill! Stop being a fucking pussy! Get in the car!" She yelled out the window. But he didn't notice. He just kept walking.
"Where you going?" Mike called from the passenger's seat. He was concerned about Billie. In a case like this, he could take a walk over to the bay, and they'd find him a week later under water. He wasn't gonna see that happen. Billie seemed to notice that Mike cared.
"Not to school," He muttered, still moving up the sidewalk. "I quit," Mike didn't know what Billie was talking about quitting, but he understood and nodded his head. "Let's go," He whispered over to Casey. Tré piped up from the back seat.
"What?! Mike, what the fuck? You're leaving him here?!" He hit Mike softly on the arm. He was already a little depressed over Billie's state of mind. But Mike was totally leaving him. School was starting in less than fifteen minutes. Mike did have a point. It was hard to believe that it all this had happened before ten o' clock.
* * *
The halls seemed bare without Billie. He would have been screwing around, maybe taping someone's locker shut, or picking a fight. But none of that happened.
God knew where Billie was, he could be at home, or he could be halfway across the country right now. He hoped that when he would call Billie tonight that it would be him picking up the phone, not his parents asking where he was.
Second period came and went, lunch was over. The day was like one big blur to Mike. He was high. But on different stuff this time. He was high on adrenaline. He was anxious to see if Billie was alright. It was the second time he had seen Billie walk away from him in less that a month. It was depressing.
The last period of the day started. Finally someone noticed that Billie was gone. It was their art teacher. Billie was always his favorite. The classroom had a great view of Tight Wad Hill, where he could remember him and Bill sitting during gym class. His voice knocked Mike out of thought.
"Mr. Prichard? Where would Billie Joe be today?"
"I'm not very sure, Mr. H, but I don't think he's coming back here."
"Come on, don't leave Oakland. People here care about yaa. Don't throw it away." Her last words still rang in Billie's ears. The machine that would separate Billie from Adrienne pulled out of the driveway, and rode away. From Him.
Mike's hand went onto Billie's back. "Bill, come on. Don't..." He trailed off. Billie was hurting inside bad. His entire reality was crashing down, from a girl. "Come over to the car." Billie vaguely heard what Mike was saying. He was too trapped in his own thoughts.
Billie sullenly got up, his eyes were glued to the pavement. He tucked both of his hands into his pockets. And started to walk. Walk to some place. He just wanted to walk away, and keep on walking away until he was far enough that he couldn't feel pain.
"Where you going, man?" Mike reached out for him, but Billie pushed him away. Tré walked out of the car too. For the first time Mike had seen, his face was filled with nothing but sympathy. His eyes were glassy, like he was about to cry.
Tré began walking a little behind Billie. He ignored him. "Bill? Quit moping. She was a whore. You can get over this," He stopped. Tré continued. "Wherever you're going, I'm following you."
Billie grabbed Tré by the collar, and pulled him up close. "God dammit, don't you ever call her whore," He released Tré, and began walking, this time looking a little angrier than anything. Tré was too stupefied to continue walking next to him. He didn't want his head bit off today, by some lovesick punk.
Mike and Tré got back into the car. It was Casey's turn. If Mike's best friend was being a prick, she was gonna stop it. She pushed the gas on the car to ride up to Billie, who had already walked pretty far. "God dammit, Bill! Stop being a fucking pussy! Get in the car!" She yelled out the window. But he didn't notice. He just kept walking.
"Where you going?" Mike called from the passenger's seat. He was concerned about Billie. In a case like this, he could take a walk over to the bay, and they'd find him a week later under water. He wasn't gonna see that happen. Billie seemed to notice that Mike cared.
"Not to school," He muttered, still moving up the sidewalk. "I quit," Mike didn't know what Billie was talking about quitting, but he understood and nodded his head. "Let's go," He whispered over to Casey. Tré piped up from the back seat.
"What?! Mike, what the fuck? You're leaving him here?!" He hit Mike softly on the arm. He was already a little depressed over Billie's state of mind. But Mike was totally leaving him. School was starting in less than fifteen minutes. Mike did have a point. It was hard to believe that it all this had happened before ten o' clock.
* * *
The halls seemed bare without Billie. He would have been screwing around, maybe taping someone's locker shut, or picking a fight. But none of that happened.
God knew where Billie was, he could be at home, or he could be halfway across the country right now. He hoped that when he would call Billie tonight that it would be him picking up the phone, not his parents asking where he was.
Second period came and went, lunch was over. The day was like one big blur to Mike. He was high. But on different stuff this time. He was high on adrenaline. He was anxious to see if Billie was alright. It was the second time he had seen Billie walk away from him in less that a month. It was depressing.
The last period of the day started. Finally someone noticed that Billie was gone. It was their art teacher. Billie was always his favorite. The classroom had a great view of Tight Wad Hill, where he could remember him and Bill sitting during gym class. His voice knocked Mike out of thought.
"Mr. Prichard? Where would Billie Joe be today?"
"I'm not very sure, Mr. H, but I don't think he's coming back here."
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