Loser. Weirdo. Faggot., chapter 5
Billie found himself waking up for another day of school on Monday. It was torture. He rolled out of bed, fumbling for some clothes. He made it to the bathroom. A sudden urge made him think about skipping school today to finish off smoking the rest of his meth. He wasn't that addicted. Yet.
Billie rolled himself into the school hallways at quarter to eight, just enough time to go over to Tight Wad Hill with Mike for a few minutes. He slammed his bag into his locker, and made a run for the hill. But in his sight there was a girl. He sighed, going over to talk to her.
"Hey, girl," he said, nuzzling her with his forehead. She stepped back from him. Billie looked at her with his classic "puppy" eyes. "What's wrong?" He concerned about her.
"Bill. Please," she muttered. "Don't anymore." Billie pulled her into a hug. "You okay today, Laurie?" He watched her pull back again, pushing his arms off of her. She rolled her eyes. "Billie Joe! Am I okay? Yeah, sure I'm okay. But you aren't. You sick-" she sighed. "Billie. Listen. I'm sorry. But I can't hang out with people like you anymore."
He was taken aback. "What'ya mean, people like me?!" He looked incredulous. Laurie had always stuck by him, since the freshman year. What was different about him now?
"Billie, you smoke pot. You do meth. You care more about drugs than you do about me!" She looked like she had tears in her eyes, although It could have been Billie's imagination.
He looked up at her to say something, but instead, the bell rang for class. He grabbed her arm as she was leaving. "Please. Let's work this out later, okay?" he begged her.
"No Bill. We can't."
* * *
"Fuck!" He slammed his fist into a tree, ignoring the pain it gave him back. Billie was on his way back home, after less than an hour of school. The break-up had been enough for him. He didn't need to have any more shit piled onto him. After a while, he thought about going back to where he met Tre, but decided against it.
He scampered into his room, making sure his mom and Brad were gone. He looked over his walls. Around plastered up band posters were photographs of him and Laurie. Polorids. Those picture strips you get in booths. Memories down the drain.
He tore one of the pictures off, throwing it into the waste basket. Suddenly, it struck him. After he had gotten home from the Operation Ivy concert, he flung Tre's piece of paper into the waste basket, a little freaked out be his gesture. But now he was having second thoughts.
He tore over to the trash can, opening it and spilling out its contents. Was it still there? Hell yes it was. Billie snatched it out form underneath some scribbled on paper, and read it over.
Hey Basil Boy-
Call Me Sometime.
After that there was a small little heart, but it looked like it had been scribbled out. He read over Tre's number. It was worth a shot. He found himself reaching for the phone. What was he getting himself into?
Billie rolled himself into the school hallways at quarter to eight, just enough time to go over to Tight Wad Hill with Mike for a few minutes. He slammed his bag into his locker, and made a run for the hill. But in his sight there was a girl. He sighed, going over to talk to her.
"Hey, girl," he said, nuzzling her with his forehead. She stepped back from him. Billie looked at her with his classic "puppy" eyes. "What's wrong?" He concerned about her.
"Bill. Please," she muttered. "Don't anymore." Billie pulled her into a hug. "You okay today, Laurie?" He watched her pull back again, pushing his arms off of her. She rolled her eyes. "Billie Joe! Am I okay? Yeah, sure I'm okay. But you aren't. You sick-" she sighed. "Billie. Listen. I'm sorry. But I can't hang out with people like you anymore."
He was taken aback. "What'ya mean, people like me?!" He looked incredulous. Laurie had always stuck by him, since the freshman year. What was different about him now?
"Billie, you smoke pot. You do meth. You care more about drugs than you do about me!" She looked like she had tears in her eyes, although It could have been Billie's imagination.
He looked up at her to say something, but instead, the bell rang for class. He grabbed her arm as she was leaving. "Please. Let's work this out later, okay?" he begged her.
"No Bill. We can't."
* * *
"Fuck!" He slammed his fist into a tree, ignoring the pain it gave him back. Billie was on his way back home, after less than an hour of school. The break-up had been enough for him. He didn't need to have any more shit piled onto him. After a while, he thought about going back to where he met Tre, but decided against it.
He scampered into his room, making sure his mom and Brad were gone. He looked over his walls. Around plastered up band posters were photographs of him and Laurie. Polorids. Those picture strips you get in booths. Memories down the drain.
He tore one of the pictures off, throwing it into the waste basket. Suddenly, it struck him. After he had gotten home from the Operation Ivy concert, he flung Tre's piece of paper into the waste basket, a little freaked out be his gesture. But now he was having second thoughts.
He tore over to the trash can, opening it and spilling out its contents. Was it still there? Hell yes it was. Billie snatched it out form underneath some scribbled on paper, and read it over.
Hey Basil Boy-
Call Me Sometime.
After that there was a small little heart, but it looked like it had been scribbled out. He read over Tre's number. It was worth a shot. He found himself reaching for the phone. What was he getting himself into?
