Got Me In A Daze, chapter 1
[u]Chapter 1:[/u] Meet da crew, ya check?!
Yeah, here I sat alone during my free period again. My dark brown eyes peered from under my black hoodie to the direction of chavs who were pretty much having sex with clothes on... their so called 'dancing'. I rolled my eyes and stared back down to my Math question paper. I just couldn't concentrate with all the blaring hip- hop music.
"Yo!" called out a harsh voice in my direction. I looked up slowly with glaring heavy eyeliner eyes. The buff chav with baggy jeans so that the crotch fell to his knees look at me through his white visor, "you gonna move or wha'? We need anoda table!" He spoke in his oh so poor English.
"I don't feel like it," I replied crankily and turned back to my worksheet, "plus, I don't see your name on the table. I'll let you know if I see 'thick headed fuck face' written across anywhere." Some around me laughed, but the chavs and chavettes didn't look too pleased.
"Oh no, you didn't, bitch!" said one of the girls- I mean tramp- of the gang. Her long shiny platinum blue nails glimmering in the light.
"Oh, yes. I believe I did, heifer," I replied. I was beginning to get a little bit too irritated with this clique. I pulled my hoodie from my face and let it fall back and gave her a glare telling her to back the fuck up.
The tramp did a sort of whore stance and snapped her disgustingly long nails- How the fuck do they wipe their asses?!
"How the fuck do you wipe your ass with those claws?!" I stared at her nails in disgust and try to make sure she didn't bring it anywhere near my face.
Many started to laugh around me again, "I can wipe mah own ass, biyatch. Back off before I gone kick yo own ass!" She chewed her gum irritably that made me cringe.
"I'd like to see you try, 'scuntface!" I yelled and stood up. I slammed my hands on the table and looked her dead in her black eyes.
The place grew quiet and no one dared to make a sound or a movement- afraid that it'll send the two of us flying at each other.
"Shelly!" came a voice I knew all too familiar. I still held the tramp's gaze and glared harder and ignore who ever called out to me.
The person grabbed me by the arm and slung me out of the room, "Are you fucking crazy!" my dark brown eyes now met two jade ones- Oh, so it was Ana.
I huffed and pulled my arm away from her grasp, "I'm perfectly fine," I pulled the hoodie over my face again and tucked back strands of red hair. Of course I was lying, I had been upset all freaking morning and the first four periods.
Ana smirked slightly, "Yeah, yeah. Of course you are," she playfully punched my arm and gestured us to head out through another way.
We entered the clearing of Pinole Valley High's out doors and walked around the building for a bit, "So, tell Granny An all about your worries and troubles."
I couldn't help but to smile slightly at this, "No, it's nothing."
"Mhmm..." Ana stared me down with a smirk plastered upon her glossed lips.
I laughed slightly at her sudden noise and shook my head, "Honestly, it's nothing," I lied.
"FUCKING LIA-AH!" she hissed in a cartoon like voice. I smiled and shook my head for the umpteenth time.
"I know what it is," Ana said suddenly as we reached where the skaters normally hanged, except today there weren't any skaters but three guys hooking up instruments to amps, "It's about Tré, isn't it?" I didn't respond and sat down on the steel railing. I checked my watch and was startled at Ana's sudden, 'AHA!'
"The hell?" I said with wide eyes, "I never gave a reply so, nyeh." And I stuck my tongue out. Ana refused to acknowledge this and continued smirking.
I smiled and my lower lip ring twitched, "Whatever, I don't care."
Ana grinned and pushed her shaggy brown hair out of her face, "Sure you don't." and she gave me another meaningful glance.
I stared down at my scuffed pure black converse and frowned. Yeah, I had a crush on a dude, so what? It was natural right? I mean it's not like a contagious disease that can make me die or something like that. He was just so gorgeous and he made me smile all the time, there was just something about him.
Maybe it was his great luminous blue eyes or the scent of his brown hair; I shivered at just the thought.
"Oh no," Ana suddenly said in a very eerie way. I looked up at her and saw her wincing at the direction in front of us, "I hope she's not gonna- Oh God, she is!" She face palmed herself and shook her head.
I looked at the direction that she had been starring at and I immediately groaned as well, "Not again, Lili."
Lietsel's light brown and blue hair bobbed into view and stood in front of a jet black haired guy with immense jade eyes that put Ana's in the running.
She had been trying to get his attention all week; it wasn't all that foolish on the count that he was completely crushing back.
"I'm afraid if she doesn't leave that dude alone he'll just pull her into the bathroom and wing it out with her," Ana bluntly said.
Oh shit! Tré had just popped into view yelling about how he had to get his last drumstick out of his ass. I smiled slightly and felt Ana's gaze on me again.
"I know what you're thinking, Ner," I said and pulled my hoodie down to my blushing face. Yes, I Shun Ying was blushing over a boy.
"And what's that, Shellzinnie?" she said using my own nicknames.
"That I don't wanna look at him because you think I like him, well, I don't... " I trailed off and stared towards the group of chavs who were walking towards the field with their loud speakers.
"HA! So you DO like him!" Ana bounced up and down on her heels, "You can't hide anything from Ana la maravillosa!" she said with her thick Spanish accent.
I turned to her and stared quizzically, half grinning, "Nowhere in that sentence did I say anything about liking him."
"You didn't need to," she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, yeah...wad eva," I replied, "as if you don't like ol' what's his face- Er... The Dirnt dude!" I snapped my fingers trying to recall his name.
A strange silence fell over Ana, "Mike?"
"Yeah! That dude," and I pointed over to Mike whose shaggy brown hair fell to his face tuning his brown bass.
She didn't reply and didn't make a slight comment of what I had just said. I looked up at her and pulled my hoodie off and stared at her as Ana dared not to look in my direction. Instead her head was turned the opposite direction playing with her nose hoop ring- Not a good sign.
"You all right?" I asked softly and she nodded and looked at me. A fake smile sprawled against her glossed lips again.
She stared at her own converse and a sudden guilt panged my chest. I have a feeling I shouldn't have brought Mike up to the conversation, "Did Mike do something to you?"
Ana let out a small sigh and shook her head looking up over to him.
Her neon lime hair fell to her eyes which had began to turn glassy, "I'm sorry," I said suddenly and slung my arm over her shoulders and hugged her slightly.
And then I saw what Ana had been thinking about, a tall slender girl had walked up to Mike.
She was also blonde with red highlights and adorable curly hair that hung to the end of her neck. A tight blue tank top hugged her perfectly shaped upper torso and a short white denim skirt showed off her perfectly toned legs.
The perfect girl slung her arms over Mike's shoulders and her red lips worded a 'Hi!'
Mike, I noticed, looked up half shocked and half happy.
"Yeah, you see?" Ana suddenly said and had brought my attention back to her. Her eyes were immensely green now and bloodshot. She was hugging her mid region covering half of The Clash shirt she wore. Her eyeliner was running and her nose was stuffed.
Ana brought her hands up to her eyes and cleaned away the eyeliner residue and wiped her nose, "I'd bet you anything he forgets about me when he sees her." She took off her nose ring and put it in her pocket as she wiped the rest of her nose.
She combed her hair down to her eyes with her hands and crossed her arms again.
"She looks like a skank..." I said plainly as I sneered in the direction of The Perfect Girl. Mike was now trying to tell her he was busy but she wouldn't leave. She'd keep pressing her body up against his and laugh.
"Ugh, I can't stand her!" Ana growled and I just hugged her tighter.
"What's her name?"
"Ali," she spat and I winced slightly at her cold tone. I snuck a glance at Tré he was now trying to pry Billie away from Lili as he begged him to practice one more time.
Ali seemed to have left Mike because she retreated back to her band of skanks and was giggling enthusiastically with them.
Ugh, why was Tré so good looking, funny, and just awesome? He made me loose all my senses and feel light headed. My stomach would sprout thousands of grasshoppers and they'd jump around there when I'd see him.
He looked up from his drums and spotted me, he smiled and waved. I froze for an instant and just nodded my head in his direction. What the hell?! Can't I move my arm or hand anymore?! A nod?! What the-?!
"Hey guys!" Lili bounded up to us grinning like a mad child. Immediately she frowned as she saw our expressions, "Err...I'm sensing no one's in a good mood?"
"Ignore us, Lils," Ana sniffed suddenly and parted her hair to place her nose ring back in, "Don't let our mood get you down, not very hippie like." She smiled and Lili followed suit. Sadly, this time, I couldn't do the same. Ana pointed out Lili's new tie dye shirt and head band.
"Lietsel, you're making me blind!" I grinned and Lietsel pouted and hugged her shirt. It had an excessively large teddy bear face in the front... and it was all smiley. I shuddered and laughed.
"I don't appreciate the hating I be getting from ya'll," Lili said in her chavy voice. Ana rolled her eyes and fixed her black wrist band. I laughed slightly and suddenly grinned.
"So, Lili," I drawled playfully, "what's up with you and Billie?" I drawled at the 'I's and 'l's.
She blushed almost as bright as her shirt and head band, "Oh, nothing. Just talking about him playing at Gilman Street this Saturday-" A cynical grin began to creep her lips, oh no.
"Who's willing to sneak out to see them play?"
Ana's eyes I saw gleamed with interest, she was known to us to be the expert in these things, "Anytime, Lili, anytime." Ana smirked, "What time? Where? And what to wear?"
I chuckled and Lietsel chimed in laughing. She told Ana all the information and it was all set.
The screeching of the amps resounded through out the whole area and we all looked startled at Billie who stood by the mic grinning, "HELLO ALL WHO INHABIT THIS HELL HOLE!" Everyone uproared in approval and cheered him on.
I shook my head smiling as Lietsel cheered the loudest.
"Since I, Billie Joe, have decided this place is WAY too boring during recess we wanted to play you a lil' something, something!" Everyone cheered their approval and I saw Ana glaring across to Ali who was right about to strip for them.
"I'd like to introduce you to a band called 'Green Day'!!" he yelled to the top of his lungs.
"On the bass we have Mike Dirnt!" All the girls cheered and a nasty mofo actually threw their underwear at him. Mike looked shocked and Ana merely clapped twice. I nudged her slightly and she waved me off.
"On the drums we have Tré Cool!" many of the other girls went wild and I couldn't help but cringe slightly with envy. What the hell? I was jealous all of a sudden? I was afraid I was about to leak green goo with jealousy.
Lietsel bounced on her heels and it was her turn to nudge me this time. I smirked and fixed me piercing...no big deal, right? I'm just a girl and he's just a dude and we're just making sense...
"And I am Billie Joe Asshole!" he smirked as people cheered louder and fiercely.
Lietsel bounced up and down on her turquoise and black converse and flailed her arms.
Billie waved and winked at her which sent Lietsel into fits of laughter.
"This first song is dedicated to a very unusual but special girl I've met-" My ears perked up and I saw Lili's expression fall, "I've started to like her for quite a while now ever since I saw her. This song's called 'Brown Eyed Girl' and it's dedicated to you Lietsel!" My heart pumped fiercely in my ears. Wow BABY!
I was snapped back to reality by Ana's sudden screech. She hugged a much paralyzed looking Lietsel.
"Oh my God, Lili!" I said suddenly and cheered with them joining Ana in holding Lietsel.
I heard Billie's voice chime throughout the area and students began to jump and sing along. Then Tré's enthusiastic banging of the drums. Oh God, he could really play those drums.
"Oh. My. GOD!" Lili finally screeched. She jumped around and embraced us enthusiastically. She began to dance around herself and sing.
Ana shook her head, "His brown eyed girl, oh, what he has gotten himself into... " I laughed and punched her arm playfully.
***
'Lucky son of a bitch' I thought smiling to myself as the guys just finished playing their show on the count that the bell was about to ring. I waved Shelly and Lili off saying that I needed to get my books, partially true and partially lying. I just needed to see Mike.
Not my best idea seeing that every time I'd look at him I wanna slap him, kiss him, and cry in front of him.
I entered down the hall to my locker and kicked a few of them open and threw down some of their contents inside. I moved over to the other side and kicked a few more open and poured out their contents as well.
Going down the next hall where my locker was located. I took out my key and opened it up, yup, needing of my Physics book, Math book, Chemistry book, and French book.
I stared at my Physics work sheet intently and wondered why I couldn't figure it out. I knew the working and I knew the theory I just couldn't figure out question number three.
Something warm began to tickle the side of my neck and I slapped my neck harshly wondering if it were a mosquito. I looked at my hand, nada. I stared back at my worksheet and leaned slightly on my open locker. It began again and my brow furrowed I looked up and two great electric blue eyes met my jade own.
"AH!" I yelped like a helpless puppy, "Holy shit, Mike!" He began to laugh at my shaking state. He laughed harder as I clutched my chest and he began to clutch his own stomach.
"Not funn-eh, Mike!" I grouchily replied and blushed immensely as I just realized it was his breath that was tickling my neck.
"Yes, it was, Ana." He replied mockingly apparently regaining his composure. His shaggy hair fell to his face again as he reached into his pocket. He withdrew his locker key and opened it, "Well, at least to me it was," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and smiled somewhat. I reached back in my locker and searched through the shelves for my French book... Oh SHIT! I left it home!
"Oh shit," I gasped and hastily looked for it. My copy book was here in my hand, but no where in sight was my text book.
Mike quirked an eyebrow at me, "Something wrong, An?"
A cold chill ran down my spine, "I forgot my French textbook."
Mike smiled and reached into his locker and pulled out a thick maroon textbook, "Here take mine, I'm only sticking around till after Physics, Billie, Tré and I are gonna head out after." My heart sunk low and I blushed darker. He and I only had Physics and French today together and I was looking forward to it.
"Oh, where to?" I asked mildly interested. I turned back to my locker and pushed my English textbook far to the back: Die, Mrs. Bacon, DIE!
Mike shrugged and slammed his locker closed, "Probably hit Starbucks first then go out to some fast food restaurant. Want something?" I shook my head and mumbled a "no thanks."
"Mikey!" a girl's shrilly voice came. I found myself groaning loudly. Mike turned to look at me awkwardly and I blushed faintly and shook my head rolling my eyes. Guys are daft.
Just as I suspected there was Ali, the skanks of all skanks, running to us. God, ew, if she brought her legs up any higher then I'd get to see what she had for breakfast...once again, ew.
Mike smiled slightly at her and I couldn't help but fume, I was afraid smoke would start pouring out my ears.
"I heard you were going to Starbucks after Physics," She came to a halt and tucked her fake ass hair behind her ear, "Mind if I join?" She pushed her upper body on him. Was she BUSTIER than I was?! I had to stop myself from gapping.
Mike looked worried and I noticed, "Er... I dunno, see, um, it's just gonna be the guys and us- and- er- yeah-"
She giggled slightly and ran a finger down his chest. Oh my God, this bitch was asking for it! "That's no problem, I can get along well with guys," she giggled annoyingly and I wasn't afraid of letting out an aggravated noise behind my throat as I turned back to my locker stuffing other books in there.
"Yeah, but Billie has a girlfriend!" he said suddenly as if he were pondering and it finally came to him, "Yes, he has a girlfriend! And she might get jealous if she sees him with another girl, right, that's it!" I rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt.
Ali leaned in close to him and I clenched my hand roughly around Mike's textbook that my knuckles turned a dead pale shade of white. Her rouge lips came close to his ear and she audibly said, "But I won't be all over him," she ran her red long nail down his chest again, "I'll be all over you."
I slammed my locker loudly that made Mike snapped out of the vicious siren's trance. I looked over and glared at them.
Ali seemed to have finally taken notice of me, "Mind introducing me to your friend, Mike-y?" she hissed at me.
"Oh Ali, this is my friend Ana, Ana, this is my other friend, Ali." He said the word 'friend' meekly and I cringed.
"Hello, Ali," I said coldly that I thought icicles dripped out of my mouth.
She seemed to take notice of my chilled attitude towards her and glared, "Hi, Hannah," she emphasized the beginning knowing well that it was incorrect.
"Well, Mike, Lietsel isn't exactly, Billie's girlfriend, so I insist you take Ali with you, please." I said making the 'please' more of a pleading tone.
"See, Mike doll, she doesn't mind and doesn't think it'll look wrong," she smiled and then attempted at a 'cute' pouting face. In my opinion she looked like a constipated rat, "Pwease?"
I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and made a disgusted noise, "Yes, please," I murmured.
She looked over and glared. Mike was silent and agitated looking. He looked at me for help but I played the fool and smiled innocently. 'Fucking bastard, this is what you get for being driven by your hormones.'
"I guess," he sighed and she threw her arms over his shoulders with a squeal... my poor ears. Now she completely pressed her body on him.
I glared slightly and she turned to look at me with a mean smirk. Oh, so she wanted a war? She was gonna get a fucking war! I returned the smirk my nose ring twitching slightly.
"You have fun with O'Malley, Mike, that's your name right?" I said in a mock concern. Ali glared and narrowed her fake contact green eyes. HA! I batted my own one hundred percent real ones at her innocently.
"It's Ali," she hissed and hugged Mike tighter which only caused me to clutch my books tighter.
"Oh! Right, Bradley! Almost forgot." Mike looked worried and watched me confused.
She made a disgusted noise and brushed me off, "Well, I'm going to get my books, see you later!" and she pecked his cheek and before she left she gave me one more of her 'Oh yeah, I have him, you don't! I'm a whore!' looks and pranced off.
I grinned as I suddenly remembered, "Enjoy your locker, Whore-y!" I called after her. She had a quizzical look on her face but still continued on.
Mike stared bedazzled at me but I only smiled and waved goodbye to him and said I'd see him in Physics. A few seconds later a screech was heard, "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LOCKER?!"
I smirked and walked off, "Bitch."
***
Billie and I walked back inside the hallways to our lockers excitedly talking about their upcoming performance in Gilman's Street.
"Yeah, we'll probably play 16 and-"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LOCKER?!" came a shriek we looked away from each other for the first time and saw a ton of lockers kicked open with their contents spilled out onto the gray floors.
Billie smiled even though he was interrupt from his rant, "Who did this?"
"Oh fuck," I cursed, "what the hell, Ana?" I worriedly looked around and saw the owners of the lockers begin to curse and gather their belongings.
"WOW! She did this?" he grinned and stared at Ali who was on the verge of having a stroke.
"Yeah," I stared at how Ali angrily picked up her shit and murmured every now and then about 'killing that bitch.'
I couldn't help but smile slightly, "God, she could get into so much shit, then they'll call her mother, fuck, she doesn't need that." My smile faded and I stared worriedly at how angry the owners of the lockers became, maybe as angry as Ana was when she did this.
"Holy shit," someone cursed behind me. I turned around and as I expected it was Shelly, "what the hell, Ana?"
"My exact words," I sighed.
"Holy shit," this time she said it laughing and pointed at Ali who had began to crawl around looking for her Pink Panther Pink Nail Polish.
"Hey, Mandy," Shelly called out as she stooped low picking up a heart shaped hot pink nail polish. Obviously she purposely called her by her wrong name, "You looking for this, skank-a-noria?"
Ali looked up annoyed, "For the last time it's, Ali! And you could tell your, Diana, friend that."
I glared, "What the fuck? You wanna mess with Ana?"
Billie laughed next to me, "Not a wise idea, my friend..."
Ali rolled her fake eyes- Ew! I looked over at Billie to make sure they looked nothing like hers. I sighed in relief, Phew, 100% real green, "Maybe I do," she growled at me like a real bitch in heat.
Shelly came up in her face pulling down her hoodie so her emphasized eyes stared her down, Ali barely flinched, "You got some baby shit IN you're eyes," she had evidently just insulted her cheap contacts.
"What?" Ali asked befuddled at Shelly's remark. I rolled my eyes at her.
"She means you're cheap ass contacts look like baby shit, DUR!" I said in a matter of fact voice.
Ali snatched her nail polish out of her hand and I couldn't help but make a disgusted noise at her. Hey, she reminded me of a real horrible prep I had once met! Lay off!
Shelly advanced on her and Ali actually shuddered slightly, "A thank you would be nice, Stanley."
Billie, I saw, was trying hard as possible not to laugh but instead wrapped his arm around my waist and laid his chin on the top of my head.
"Whatever," Ali hissed scared slightly and gathered her stuff. She shoved her books in locker and took a stack with and ran off slightly. The annoying clicking of her pumps resounding in the hallways.
"Way to go, Shelly!" said someone from the entrance. Both Billie and I turned to see Tré grinning slightly. I couldn't help but also do as Tré and saw Shun Ying look away slightly, a small smile twitching her lower lip piercing.
"Yeah, yeah," she said and started down the hallway, "See you in Art, Lili, and see if we can knock some sense into Ana." I nodded and waved good bye to her as the bell had just annoyingly rung through our ears.
Billie and I marched out to Math and Tré bid us 'farewell' and told Billie he'd see him after Math.
"Going somewhere?" I smirked slyly.
Billie shrugged, "Yeah, Starbucks then hit Subway or something, wanna go too?" He grinned at me and maintained a good hold of my waist.
I shook my head, "Nah, can't skip class this semester," I sighed, "my parents are strict enough," Billie nodded sadly in agreement.
"No problem-o" he stepped in to the class and greeted the old math teacher, "Hey there, Mr. Castello! Today's my birthday!"
Mr. Castello raised his old head to him and smiled, "Happy Birthday Billie Joe and many more!"
I tried to hold back my laughter as we found our seats, "Billie, what the fuck?" I giggled slightly, "How much longer are you going to keep this up?"
Billie leaned back on his chair and shrugged, "Till he catches on I guess, but until then, the old man will just have to be made a fool out of!" he grinned.
"So mean," I grinned, "But some how amusing," I turned to my desk and removed my head band.
I found a certain sensation overwhelming me as something tangled itself into my hair.
"Billie," I giggled softly as he caressed my curly mane, "That tickles, stop," I laughed again and made sure everyone was busy and not looking at us.
"Why?" he whined and his jade eyes pierced through me.
"Because it just does," I smiled warmly. My heart began to thump louder against my ribcage and I sighed softly. A familiar heat trickled down from the roots of my hair to my cheeks like water droplets against a flower.
His hand trailed down from my hair the nape of my neck and I shivered slightly.
"Does this tickle?" he asked intently and I continued to shiver.
I chuckled and nodded, "Yes, now stop Billie," I grabbed his hand from behind my nape and took it in mine.
"Wow, you're first girl to ever tell me that," he said almost shocked.
I quirked my eyebrow and stared sort of in disbelief, "Err... right,"
"Well, class, take out your notebooks and let's get to it," came a tired voice at the front of the class.
Both our necks snapped to have its attention at Mr. Castello who shakily rose from his chair.
"Aww, Mr. Castello, why don't you just retire" said a black haired punk two seats in front of me. Adam- Ana's ex- had a nag for opening his mouth at the worst moments.
Mr. Castello narrowed his already way squinty eyes at Adam, "Young fellow, be quite!" he hoarsely shouted, "Why in my days, we wouldn't have any of this tomfoolery from younglings." I tried, I honestly did, I tried SO hard to hold back my laughter, but I couldn't. I am so sorry, God, I may go to hell for this but I was practically pissing myself.
"Ms. Richardson?" he began, "I'm appalled at this sudden behavior, I would love an apology," his shaky fist pointed in my direction which only caused me to laughed even harder till I began to feel light headed and my lungs began to beg for air.
"Oh God, Lili, I think he means it!" Billie whispered slightly laughing himself at my performance.
I just couldn't stop but gasp out, "Tomfoolery! Oh my god, not even Santa would use that word! A-ha ha!"
"That's it, out! Out of my class!" he directed me to the door with his shaky liver spotted hand.
I nodded, rising up, and still clutching my stomach from laughter. God, if I were to die right now, I wouldn't care. I think I might even die this way!
"Oh my god, nice meeting you, Mr. Castello!" and chuckling I walked out.
"Mr. Castello, can I go too?" I heard Billie's eager remark and I smirked from behind the door.
"Mr. Armstrong, please sit down!"
"Please, please, please?"
"Billie Joe, you haven't done anything wrong, now sit!"
There was silence then a sudden crash, "I hate math! I hate it, hate it, hate it!" came Billie's childish screech.
"Out! Out! Out! You hooligan!" and immediately Billie jumped out of the door grinning ear to ear.
"Wow, that was fast," I smiled and he wrapped his arms around my waist as if we were magnets.
"I must say so myself that it was, even for me," Billie grinned and hugged me closely.
"So, where to now?" I asked almost too intently.
"Hmm...not sure my dear, flower child, but I'm still wondering if we're still up for going out to Starbucks?" he asked hopefully.
I pondered for a while, "Not sure, I may stay, I mean did you see how trashed those lockers were? Dude, not cool of Ana, so I gotta stay," I sighed and hugged Billie tighter.
He sighed and nodded sadly.
"You got Art after this?" he asked and I nodded, "yeah, gotta do some sculpting crap,"
Billie smirked, "I remember doing that!" he laughed harshly as we stalked down the hall, "I made Mike's dick out of it, strange enough I got a B!"
"Oh shit!" I chuckled, "and that Bohemian bitch didn't say anything?" obviously I referred to the crazy art teacher.
He shook his head and stalked over to an open locker with such pride. He looked like the king of kings in this way. Billie peered inside and clucked his tongue loudly, "Tsk, tsk. Some dumbfuck forgot that I- Billie Joe Armstrong- OWN these hallways." He shook his head in a mock of disappointment. But soon enough a smirk erupted from his lips.
He flipped through the contents then his eyes beamed with such pride when he seemed to have hit the jack pot.
I quirked an eyebrow, "You alright there, Bill?" He grinned up from the locker.
"Have you any idea of whose locker this is?" He pulled out a copy book and skipped over to me.
I laughed slightly at his girlish movements, "No," I shook my head, "who?" I tried to peek at the name at the book.
"Harold Jamerson!" He grinned but I frowned. Harold Jamerson or better known as 'Harry the Hammer' was the cruelest and most disgusting jock in our school. He was known to pick on freshmen and any lower grade than he was. A bully I guess you could say and Billie always had some kind of issue with him, whether it was from paying back Billie for the dope he sold to his girlfriends leaving him because they had a secret crush on Billie, they were always known to hate each other.
Billie's jade eyes gleamed and he started to jump in spot, "No, Billie, don't," I hissed, "Do you want this guy to kill you?" But Billie only continued to scan through the copybook with interested eyes, not once did he stop smiling.
"Come on, Billie, don't!" he didn't seem to listen. Billie Joe began to walk back to the locker and usher out other contents.
"YES!" He suddenly screeched, "MOTHER FREAKIN' JACKPOT!!" He beamed and seemed to have hit the mother load.
"What?" I asked nervously. I instantly regretted I did when he pulled out a small tin.
"Naughty-naughty, Harry!" Billie giggled childishly, "Steroids? My, my, I would've thought better of you!" he talked to no one as he began to pour all the taken contents in his bag. I stalked up to him having enough of this.
"Come one, Bill, enough!" I hastily said putting my hand on his shoulder, "You're gonna get caught!" Still not listening he pulled out a few dirty magazines and shoved them in there.
"These are for later," and I glared quite pissed off.
"Billie, you're gonna get-" but the annoying bell resounded through our ears signaling for us to switch classes.
The doors were pushed open and students started to pile out, "Run" was all I heard Billie Joe say before the both of us bolted out.
Yeah, here I sat alone during my free period again. My dark brown eyes peered from under my black hoodie to the direction of chavs who were pretty much having sex with clothes on... their so called 'dancing'. I rolled my eyes and stared back down to my Math question paper. I just couldn't concentrate with all the blaring hip- hop music.
"Yo!" called out a harsh voice in my direction. I looked up slowly with glaring heavy eyeliner eyes. The buff chav with baggy jeans so that the crotch fell to his knees look at me through his white visor, "you gonna move or wha'? We need anoda table!" He spoke in his oh so poor English.
"I don't feel like it," I replied crankily and turned back to my worksheet, "plus, I don't see your name on the table. I'll let you know if I see 'thick headed fuck face' written across anywhere." Some around me laughed, but the chavs and chavettes didn't look too pleased.
"Oh no, you didn't, bitch!" said one of the girls- I mean tramp- of the gang. Her long shiny platinum blue nails glimmering in the light.
"Oh, yes. I believe I did, heifer," I replied. I was beginning to get a little bit too irritated with this clique. I pulled my hoodie from my face and let it fall back and gave her a glare telling her to back the fuck up.
The tramp did a sort of whore stance and snapped her disgustingly long nails- How the fuck do they wipe their asses?!
"How the fuck do you wipe your ass with those claws?!" I stared at her nails in disgust and try to make sure she didn't bring it anywhere near my face.
Many started to laugh around me again, "I can wipe mah own ass, biyatch. Back off before I gone kick yo own ass!" She chewed her gum irritably that made me cringe.
"I'd like to see you try, 'scuntface!" I yelled and stood up. I slammed my hands on the table and looked her dead in her black eyes.
The place grew quiet and no one dared to make a sound or a movement- afraid that it'll send the two of us flying at each other.
"Shelly!" came a voice I knew all too familiar. I still held the tramp's gaze and glared harder and ignore who ever called out to me.
The person grabbed me by the arm and slung me out of the room, "Are you fucking crazy!" my dark brown eyes now met two jade ones- Oh, so it was Ana.
I huffed and pulled my arm away from her grasp, "I'm perfectly fine," I pulled the hoodie over my face again and tucked back strands of red hair. Of course I was lying, I had been upset all freaking morning and the first four periods.
Ana smirked slightly, "Yeah, yeah. Of course you are," she playfully punched my arm and gestured us to head out through another way.
We entered the clearing of Pinole Valley High's out doors and walked around the building for a bit, "So, tell Granny An all about your worries and troubles."
I couldn't help but to smile slightly at this, "No, it's nothing."
"Mhmm..." Ana stared me down with a smirk plastered upon her glossed lips.
I laughed slightly at her sudden noise and shook my head, "Honestly, it's nothing," I lied.
"FUCKING LIA-AH!" she hissed in a cartoon like voice. I smiled and shook my head for the umpteenth time.
"I know what it is," Ana said suddenly as we reached where the skaters normally hanged, except today there weren't any skaters but three guys hooking up instruments to amps, "It's about Tré, isn't it?" I didn't respond and sat down on the steel railing. I checked my watch and was startled at Ana's sudden, 'AHA!'
"The hell?" I said with wide eyes, "I never gave a reply so, nyeh." And I stuck my tongue out. Ana refused to acknowledge this and continued smirking.
I smiled and my lower lip ring twitched, "Whatever, I don't care."
Ana grinned and pushed her shaggy brown hair out of her face, "Sure you don't." and she gave me another meaningful glance.
I stared down at my scuffed pure black converse and frowned. Yeah, I had a crush on a dude, so what? It was natural right? I mean it's not like a contagious disease that can make me die or something like that. He was just so gorgeous and he made me smile all the time, there was just something about him.
Maybe it was his great luminous blue eyes or the scent of his brown hair; I shivered at just the thought.
"Oh no," Ana suddenly said in a very eerie way. I looked up at her and saw her wincing at the direction in front of us, "I hope she's not gonna- Oh God, she is!" She face palmed herself and shook her head.
I looked at the direction that she had been starring at and I immediately groaned as well, "Not again, Lili."
Lietsel's light brown and blue hair bobbed into view and stood in front of a jet black haired guy with immense jade eyes that put Ana's in the running.
She had been trying to get his attention all week; it wasn't all that foolish on the count that he was completely crushing back.
"I'm afraid if she doesn't leave that dude alone he'll just pull her into the bathroom and wing it out with her," Ana bluntly said.
Oh shit! Tré had just popped into view yelling about how he had to get his last drumstick out of his ass. I smiled slightly and felt Ana's gaze on me again.
"I know what you're thinking, Ner," I said and pulled my hoodie down to my blushing face. Yes, I Shun Ying was blushing over a boy.
"And what's that, Shellzinnie?" she said using my own nicknames.
"That I don't wanna look at him because you think I like him, well, I don't... " I trailed off and stared towards the group of chavs who were walking towards the field with their loud speakers.
"HA! So you DO like him!" Ana bounced up and down on her heels, "You can't hide anything from Ana la maravillosa!" she said with her thick Spanish accent.
I turned to her and stared quizzically, half grinning, "Nowhere in that sentence did I say anything about liking him."
"You didn't need to," she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, yeah...wad eva," I replied, "as if you don't like ol' what's his face- Er... The Dirnt dude!" I snapped my fingers trying to recall his name.
A strange silence fell over Ana, "Mike?"
"Yeah! That dude," and I pointed over to Mike whose shaggy brown hair fell to his face tuning his brown bass.
She didn't reply and didn't make a slight comment of what I had just said. I looked up at her and pulled my hoodie off and stared at her as Ana dared not to look in my direction. Instead her head was turned the opposite direction playing with her nose hoop ring- Not a good sign.
"You all right?" I asked softly and she nodded and looked at me. A fake smile sprawled against her glossed lips again.
She stared at her own converse and a sudden guilt panged my chest. I have a feeling I shouldn't have brought Mike up to the conversation, "Did Mike do something to you?"
Ana let out a small sigh and shook her head looking up over to him.
Her neon lime hair fell to her eyes which had began to turn glassy, "I'm sorry," I said suddenly and slung my arm over her shoulders and hugged her slightly.
And then I saw what Ana had been thinking about, a tall slender girl had walked up to Mike.
She was also blonde with red highlights and adorable curly hair that hung to the end of her neck. A tight blue tank top hugged her perfectly shaped upper torso and a short white denim skirt showed off her perfectly toned legs.
The perfect girl slung her arms over Mike's shoulders and her red lips worded a 'Hi!'
Mike, I noticed, looked up half shocked and half happy.
"Yeah, you see?" Ana suddenly said and had brought my attention back to her. Her eyes were immensely green now and bloodshot. She was hugging her mid region covering half of The Clash shirt she wore. Her eyeliner was running and her nose was stuffed.
Ana brought her hands up to her eyes and cleaned away the eyeliner residue and wiped her nose, "I'd bet you anything he forgets about me when he sees her." She took off her nose ring and put it in her pocket as she wiped the rest of her nose.
She combed her hair down to her eyes with her hands and crossed her arms again.
"She looks like a skank..." I said plainly as I sneered in the direction of The Perfect Girl. Mike was now trying to tell her he was busy but she wouldn't leave. She'd keep pressing her body up against his and laugh.
"Ugh, I can't stand her!" Ana growled and I just hugged her tighter.
"What's her name?"
"Ali," she spat and I winced slightly at her cold tone. I snuck a glance at Tré he was now trying to pry Billie away from Lili as he begged him to practice one more time.
Ali seemed to have left Mike because she retreated back to her band of skanks and was giggling enthusiastically with them.
Ugh, why was Tré so good looking, funny, and just awesome? He made me loose all my senses and feel light headed. My stomach would sprout thousands of grasshoppers and they'd jump around there when I'd see him.
He looked up from his drums and spotted me, he smiled and waved. I froze for an instant and just nodded my head in his direction. What the hell?! Can't I move my arm or hand anymore?! A nod?! What the-?!
"Hey guys!" Lili bounded up to us grinning like a mad child. Immediately she frowned as she saw our expressions, "Err...I'm sensing no one's in a good mood?"
"Ignore us, Lils," Ana sniffed suddenly and parted her hair to place her nose ring back in, "Don't let our mood get you down, not very hippie like." She smiled and Lili followed suit. Sadly, this time, I couldn't do the same. Ana pointed out Lili's new tie dye shirt and head band.
"Lietsel, you're making me blind!" I grinned and Lietsel pouted and hugged her shirt. It had an excessively large teddy bear face in the front... and it was all smiley. I shuddered and laughed.
"I don't appreciate the hating I be getting from ya'll," Lili said in her chavy voice. Ana rolled her eyes and fixed her black wrist band. I laughed slightly and suddenly grinned.
"So, Lili," I drawled playfully, "what's up with you and Billie?" I drawled at the 'I's and 'l's.
She blushed almost as bright as her shirt and head band, "Oh, nothing. Just talking about him playing at Gilman Street this Saturday-" A cynical grin began to creep her lips, oh no.
"Who's willing to sneak out to see them play?"
Ana's eyes I saw gleamed with interest, she was known to us to be the expert in these things, "Anytime, Lili, anytime." Ana smirked, "What time? Where? And what to wear?"
I chuckled and Lietsel chimed in laughing. She told Ana all the information and it was all set.
The screeching of the amps resounded through out the whole area and we all looked startled at Billie who stood by the mic grinning, "HELLO ALL WHO INHABIT THIS HELL HOLE!" Everyone uproared in approval and cheered him on.
I shook my head smiling as Lietsel cheered the loudest.
"Since I, Billie Joe, have decided this place is WAY too boring during recess we wanted to play you a lil' something, something!" Everyone cheered their approval and I saw Ana glaring across to Ali who was right about to strip for them.
"I'd like to introduce you to a band called 'Green Day'!!" he yelled to the top of his lungs.
"On the bass we have Mike Dirnt!" All the girls cheered and a nasty mofo actually threw their underwear at him. Mike looked shocked and Ana merely clapped twice. I nudged her slightly and she waved me off.
"On the drums we have Tré Cool!" many of the other girls went wild and I couldn't help but cringe slightly with envy. What the hell? I was jealous all of a sudden? I was afraid I was about to leak green goo with jealousy.
Lietsel bounced on her heels and it was her turn to nudge me this time. I smirked and fixed me piercing...no big deal, right? I'm just a girl and he's just a dude and we're just making sense...
"And I am Billie Joe Asshole!" he smirked as people cheered louder and fiercely.
Lietsel bounced up and down on her turquoise and black converse and flailed her arms.
Billie waved and winked at her which sent Lietsel into fits of laughter.
"This first song is dedicated to a very unusual but special girl I've met-" My ears perked up and I saw Lili's expression fall, "I've started to like her for quite a while now ever since I saw her. This song's called 'Brown Eyed Girl' and it's dedicated to you Lietsel!" My heart pumped fiercely in my ears. Wow BABY!
I was snapped back to reality by Ana's sudden screech. She hugged a much paralyzed looking Lietsel.
"Oh my God, Lili!" I said suddenly and cheered with them joining Ana in holding Lietsel.
I heard Billie's voice chime throughout the area and students began to jump and sing along. Then Tré's enthusiastic banging of the drums. Oh God, he could really play those drums.
"Oh. My. GOD!" Lili finally screeched. She jumped around and embraced us enthusiastically. She began to dance around herself and sing.
Ana shook her head, "His brown eyed girl, oh, what he has gotten himself into... " I laughed and punched her arm playfully.
***
'Lucky son of a bitch' I thought smiling to myself as the guys just finished playing their show on the count that the bell was about to ring. I waved Shelly and Lili off saying that I needed to get my books, partially true and partially lying. I just needed to see Mike.
Not my best idea seeing that every time I'd look at him I wanna slap him, kiss him, and cry in front of him.
I entered down the hall to my locker and kicked a few of them open and threw down some of their contents inside. I moved over to the other side and kicked a few more open and poured out their contents as well.
Going down the next hall where my locker was located. I took out my key and opened it up, yup, needing of my Physics book, Math book, Chemistry book, and French book.
I stared at my Physics work sheet intently and wondered why I couldn't figure it out. I knew the working and I knew the theory I just couldn't figure out question number three.
Something warm began to tickle the side of my neck and I slapped my neck harshly wondering if it were a mosquito. I looked at my hand, nada. I stared back at my worksheet and leaned slightly on my open locker. It began again and my brow furrowed I looked up and two great electric blue eyes met my jade own.
"AH!" I yelped like a helpless puppy, "Holy shit, Mike!" He began to laugh at my shaking state. He laughed harder as I clutched my chest and he began to clutch his own stomach.
"Not funn-eh, Mike!" I grouchily replied and blushed immensely as I just realized it was his breath that was tickling my neck.
"Yes, it was, Ana." He replied mockingly apparently regaining his composure. His shaggy hair fell to his face again as he reached into his pocket. He withdrew his locker key and opened it, "Well, at least to me it was," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and smiled somewhat. I reached back in my locker and searched through the shelves for my French book... Oh SHIT! I left it home!
"Oh shit," I gasped and hastily looked for it. My copy book was here in my hand, but no where in sight was my text book.
Mike quirked an eyebrow at me, "Something wrong, An?"
A cold chill ran down my spine, "I forgot my French textbook."
Mike smiled and reached into his locker and pulled out a thick maroon textbook, "Here take mine, I'm only sticking around till after Physics, Billie, Tré and I are gonna head out after." My heart sunk low and I blushed darker. He and I only had Physics and French today together and I was looking forward to it.
"Oh, where to?" I asked mildly interested. I turned back to my locker and pushed my English textbook far to the back: Die, Mrs. Bacon, DIE!
Mike shrugged and slammed his locker closed, "Probably hit Starbucks first then go out to some fast food restaurant. Want something?" I shook my head and mumbled a "no thanks."
"Mikey!" a girl's shrilly voice came. I found myself groaning loudly. Mike turned to look at me awkwardly and I blushed faintly and shook my head rolling my eyes. Guys are daft.
Just as I suspected there was Ali, the skanks of all skanks, running to us. God, ew, if she brought her legs up any higher then I'd get to see what she had for breakfast...once again, ew.
Mike smiled slightly at her and I couldn't help but fume, I was afraid smoke would start pouring out my ears.
"I heard you were going to Starbucks after Physics," She came to a halt and tucked her fake ass hair behind her ear, "Mind if I join?" She pushed her upper body on him. Was she BUSTIER than I was?! I had to stop myself from gapping.
Mike looked worried and I noticed, "Er... I dunno, see, um, it's just gonna be the guys and us- and- er- yeah-"
She giggled slightly and ran a finger down his chest. Oh my God, this bitch was asking for it! "That's no problem, I can get along well with guys," she giggled annoyingly and I wasn't afraid of letting out an aggravated noise behind my throat as I turned back to my locker stuffing other books in there.
"Yeah, but Billie has a girlfriend!" he said suddenly as if he were pondering and it finally came to him, "Yes, he has a girlfriend! And she might get jealous if she sees him with another girl, right, that's it!" I rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt.
Ali leaned in close to him and I clenched my hand roughly around Mike's textbook that my knuckles turned a dead pale shade of white. Her rouge lips came close to his ear and she audibly said, "But I won't be all over him," she ran her red long nail down his chest again, "I'll be all over you."
I slammed my locker loudly that made Mike snapped out of the vicious siren's trance. I looked over and glared at them.
Ali seemed to have finally taken notice of me, "Mind introducing me to your friend, Mike-y?" she hissed at me.
"Oh Ali, this is my friend Ana, Ana, this is my other friend, Ali." He said the word 'friend' meekly and I cringed.
"Hello, Ali," I said coldly that I thought icicles dripped out of my mouth.
She seemed to take notice of my chilled attitude towards her and glared, "Hi, Hannah," she emphasized the beginning knowing well that it was incorrect.
"Well, Mike, Lietsel isn't exactly, Billie's girlfriend, so I insist you take Ali with you, please." I said making the 'please' more of a pleading tone.
"See, Mike doll, she doesn't mind and doesn't think it'll look wrong," she smiled and then attempted at a 'cute' pouting face. In my opinion she looked like a constipated rat, "Pwease?"
I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and made a disgusted noise, "Yes, please," I murmured.
She looked over and glared. Mike was silent and agitated looking. He looked at me for help but I played the fool and smiled innocently. 'Fucking bastard, this is what you get for being driven by your hormones.'
"I guess," he sighed and she threw her arms over his shoulders with a squeal... my poor ears. Now she completely pressed her body on him.
I glared slightly and she turned to look at me with a mean smirk. Oh, so she wanted a war? She was gonna get a fucking war! I returned the smirk my nose ring twitching slightly.
"You have fun with O'Malley, Mike, that's your name right?" I said in a mock concern. Ali glared and narrowed her fake contact green eyes. HA! I batted my own one hundred percent real ones at her innocently.
"It's Ali," she hissed and hugged Mike tighter which only caused me to clutch my books tighter.
"Oh! Right, Bradley! Almost forgot." Mike looked worried and watched me confused.
She made a disgusted noise and brushed me off, "Well, I'm going to get my books, see you later!" and she pecked his cheek and before she left she gave me one more of her 'Oh yeah, I have him, you don't! I'm a whore!' looks and pranced off.
I grinned as I suddenly remembered, "Enjoy your locker, Whore-y!" I called after her. She had a quizzical look on her face but still continued on.
Mike stared bedazzled at me but I only smiled and waved goodbye to him and said I'd see him in Physics. A few seconds later a screech was heard, "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LOCKER?!"
I smirked and walked off, "Bitch."
***
Billie and I walked back inside the hallways to our lockers excitedly talking about their upcoming performance in Gilman's Street.
"Yeah, we'll probably play 16 and-"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LOCKER?!" came a shriek we looked away from each other for the first time and saw a ton of lockers kicked open with their contents spilled out onto the gray floors.
Billie smiled even though he was interrupt from his rant, "Who did this?"
"Oh fuck," I cursed, "what the hell, Ana?" I worriedly looked around and saw the owners of the lockers begin to curse and gather their belongings.
"WOW! She did this?" he grinned and stared at Ali who was on the verge of having a stroke.
"Yeah," I stared at how Ali angrily picked up her shit and murmured every now and then about 'killing that bitch.'
I couldn't help but smile slightly, "God, she could get into so much shit, then they'll call her mother, fuck, she doesn't need that." My smile faded and I stared worriedly at how angry the owners of the lockers became, maybe as angry as Ana was when she did this.
"Holy shit," someone cursed behind me. I turned around and as I expected it was Shelly, "what the hell, Ana?"
"My exact words," I sighed.
"Holy shit," this time she said it laughing and pointed at Ali who had began to crawl around looking for her Pink Panther Pink Nail Polish.
"Hey, Mandy," Shelly called out as she stooped low picking up a heart shaped hot pink nail polish. Obviously she purposely called her by her wrong name, "You looking for this, skank-a-noria?"
Ali looked up annoyed, "For the last time it's, Ali! And you could tell your, Diana, friend that."
I glared, "What the fuck? You wanna mess with Ana?"
Billie laughed next to me, "Not a wise idea, my friend..."
Ali rolled her fake eyes- Ew! I looked over at Billie to make sure they looked nothing like hers. I sighed in relief, Phew, 100% real green, "Maybe I do," she growled at me like a real bitch in heat.
Shelly came up in her face pulling down her hoodie so her emphasized eyes stared her down, Ali barely flinched, "You got some baby shit IN you're eyes," she had evidently just insulted her cheap contacts.
"What?" Ali asked befuddled at Shelly's remark. I rolled my eyes at her.
"She means you're cheap ass contacts look like baby shit, DUR!" I said in a matter of fact voice.
Ali snatched her nail polish out of her hand and I couldn't help but make a disgusted noise at her. Hey, she reminded me of a real horrible prep I had once met! Lay off!
Shelly advanced on her and Ali actually shuddered slightly, "A thank you would be nice, Stanley."
Billie, I saw, was trying hard as possible not to laugh but instead wrapped his arm around my waist and laid his chin on the top of my head.
"Whatever," Ali hissed scared slightly and gathered her stuff. She shoved her books in locker and took a stack with and ran off slightly. The annoying clicking of her pumps resounding in the hallways.
"Way to go, Shelly!" said someone from the entrance. Both Billie and I turned to see Tré grinning slightly. I couldn't help but also do as Tré and saw Shun Ying look away slightly, a small smile twitching her lower lip piercing.
"Yeah, yeah," she said and started down the hallway, "See you in Art, Lili, and see if we can knock some sense into Ana." I nodded and waved good bye to her as the bell had just annoyingly rung through our ears.
Billie and I marched out to Math and Tré bid us 'farewell' and told Billie he'd see him after Math.
"Going somewhere?" I smirked slyly.
Billie shrugged, "Yeah, Starbucks then hit Subway or something, wanna go too?" He grinned at me and maintained a good hold of my waist.
I shook my head, "Nah, can't skip class this semester," I sighed, "my parents are strict enough," Billie nodded sadly in agreement.
"No problem-o" he stepped in to the class and greeted the old math teacher, "Hey there, Mr. Castello! Today's my birthday!"
Mr. Castello raised his old head to him and smiled, "Happy Birthday Billie Joe and many more!"
I tried to hold back my laughter as we found our seats, "Billie, what the fuck?" I giggled slightly, "How much longer are you going to keep this up?"
Billie leaned back on his chair and shrugged, "Till he catches on I guess, but until then, the old man will just have to be made a fool out of!" he grinned.
"So mean," I grinned, "But some how amusing," I turned to my desk and removed my head band.
I found a certain sensation overwhelming me as something tangled itself into my hair.
"Billie," I giggled softly as he caressed my curly mane, "That tickles, stop," I laughed again and made sure everyone was busy and not looking at us.
"Why?" he whined and his jade eyes pierced through me.
"Because it just does," I smiled warmly. My heart began to thump louder against my ribcage and I sighed softly. A familiar heat trickled down from the roots of my hair to my cheeks like water droplets against a flower.
His hand trailed down from my hair the nape of my neck and I shivered slightly.
"Does this tickle?" he asked intently and I continued to shiver.
I chuckled and nodded, "Yes, now stop Billie," I grabbed his hand from behind my nape and took it in mine.
"Wow, you're first girl to ever tell me that," he said almost shocked.
I quirked my eyebrow and stared sort of in disbelief, "Err... right,"
"Well, class, take out your notebooks and let's get to it," came a tired voice at the front of the class.
Both our necks snapped to have its attention at Mr. Castello who shakily rose from his chair.
"Aww, Mr. Castello, why don't you just retire" said a black haired punk two seats in front of me. Adam- Ana's ex- had a nag for opening his mouth at the worst moments.
Mr. Castello narrowed his already way squinty eyes at Adam, "Young fellow, be quite!" he hoarsely shouted, "Why in my days, we wouldn't have any of this tomfoolery from younglings." I tried, I honestly did, I tried SO hard to hold back my laughter, but I couldn't. I am so sorry, God, I may go to hell for this but I was practically pissing myself.
"Ms. Richardson?" he began, "I'm appalled at this sudden behavior, I would love an apology," his shaky fist pointed in my direction which only caused me to laughed even harder till I began to feel light headed and my lungs began to beg for air.
"Oh God, Lili, I think he means it!" Billie whispered slightly laughing himself at my performance.
I just couldn't stop but gasp out, "Tomfoolery! Oh my god, not even Santa would use that word! A-ha ha!"
"That's it, out! Out of my class!" he directed me to the door with his shaky liver spotted hand.
I nodded, rising up, and still clutching my stomach from laughter. God, if I were to die right now, I wouldn't care. I think I might even die this way!
"Oh my god, nice meeting you, Mr. Castello!" and chuckling I walked out.
"Mr. Castello, can I go too?" I heard Billie's eager remark and I smirked from behind the door.
"Mr. Armstrong, please sit down!"
"Please, please, please?"
"Billie Joe, you haven't done anything wrong, now sit!"
There was silence then a sudden crash, "I hate math! I hate it, hate it, hate it!" came Billie's childish screech.
"Out! Out! Out! You hooligan!" and immediately Billie jumped out of the door grinning ear to ear.
"Wow, that was fast," I smiled and he wrapped his arms around my waist as if we were magnets.
"I must say so myself that it was, even for me," Billie grinned and hugged me closely.
"So, where to now?" I asked almost too intently.
"Hmm...not sure my dear, flower child, but I'm still wondering if we're still up for going out to Starbucks?" he asked hopefully.
I pondered for a while, "Not sure, I may stay, I mean did you see how trashed those lockers were? Dude, not cool of Ana, so I gotta stay," I sighed and hugged Billie tighter.
He sighed and nodded sadly.
"You got Art after this?" he asked and I nodded, "yeah, gotta do some sculpting crap,"
Billie smirked, "I remember doing that!" he laughed harshly as we stalked down the hall, "I made Mike's dick out of it, strange enough I got a B!"
"Oh shit!" I chuckled, "and that Bohemian bitch didn't say anything?" obviously I referred to the crazy art teacher.
He shook his head and stalked over to an open locker with such pride. He looked like the king of kings in this way. Billie peered inside and clucked his tongue loudly, "Tsk, tsk. Some dumbfuck forgot that I- Billie Joe Armstrong- OWN these hallways." He shook his head in a mock of disappointment. But soon enough a smirk erupted from his lips.
He flipped through the contents then his eyes beamed with such pride when he seemed to have hit the jack pot.
I quirked an eyebrow, "You alright there, Bill?" He grinned up from the locker.
"Have you any idea of whose locker this is?" He pulled out a copy book and skipped over to me.
I laughed slightly at his girlish movements, "No," I shook my head, "who?" I tried to peek at the name at the book.
"Harold Jamerson!" He grinned but I frowned. Harold Jamerson or better known as 'Harry the Hammer' was the cruelest and most disgusting jock in our school. He was known to pick on freshmen and any lower grade than he was. A bully I guess you could say and Billie always had some kind of issue with him, whether it was from paying back Billie for the dope he sold to his girlfriends leaving him because they had a secret crush on Billie, they were always known to hate each other.
Billie's jade eyes gleamed and he started to jump in spot, "No, Billie, don't," I hissed, "Do you want this guy to kill you?" But Billie only continued to scan through the copybook with interested eyes, not once did he stop smiling.
"Come on, Billie, don't!" he didn't seem to listen. Billie Joe began to walk back to the locker and usher out other contents.
"YES!" He suddenly screeched, "MOTHER FREAKIN' JACKPOT!!" He beamed and seemed to have hit the mother load.
"What?" I asked nervously. I instantly regretted I did when he pulled out a small tin.
"Naughty-naughty, Harry!" Billie giggled childishly, "Steroids? My, my, I would've thought better of you!" he talked to no one as he began to pour all the taken contents in his bag. I stalked up to him having enough of this.
"Come one, Bill, enough!" I hastily said putting my hand on his shoulder, "You're gonna get caught!" Still not listening he pulled out a few dirty magazines and shoved them in there.
"These are for later," and I glared quite pissed off.
"Billie, you're gonna get-" but the annoying bell resounded through our ears signaling for us to switch classes.
The doors were pushed open and students started to pile out, "Run" was all I heard Billie Joe say before the both of us bolted out.
