Do I have to be as he is for him to notice me? (A Green Day Story), chapter 2
I walked down the hall toward my locker, hoping that no one was around. Most of the time people stand beside my locker and shut it as soon as I get it unlocked. In about two more weeks, I won't be considered new anymore. As I figured would happen, three people were standing beside the locker.
"Hey," One of them said. I didn't know who they were, I hadn't seen them before.
"Hey." They looked at me and smiled.
"We're new. We were told to talk to you. We're tenth graders, you?"
"Seventh." I said, walking to my locker. They didn't do anything when I unlocked it. I thought about what grade they were in before realizing that we didn't have any tenth grade here. "Wait, what grade?"
"Tenth." They smiled. I looked away and put my things away. "Why?"
"Well, because...we don't have anything higher than grade eight here. That I know of."
"You don't." I looked at them and then raised my eyebrow.
"Then...why are you here?" they smiled again.
"Because we have been told that you have been picked on a lot, and we're here to stop all of that."
"And how exactly, may I ask, do you do that?"
"Well, depends on what the other person has been doing to you," One of them said.
"And... ?" I asked. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked as she said that.
"Just tell us who's been doing it, and tell us what they've done. We'll deal with the rest." Something annoyed me about them. I wasn't use to having someone be nice to me, so this, it was sort of weird, strange, gave me an uncomfortable feeling. Just as I was about to ask them another question, Billie Joe came around the corner. It looked like he was upset, and it looked strange to see him that way. Most of the time he was glaring at me, but he wasn't then. "We know the list of names, but we don't know what the people look like. Could you-what's your name?" she asked him as he walked up to us.
"Why do you wanna know?" he asked.
"What's your name? If you don't tell me, I'll call someone from the office." She glared.
"Y'know, I don't care what you do. I don't know you, so, uh... .never mind. Billie Joe." He said. The girl smiled and walked up to him.
"I thought so. What were you planning on doing to her? Tripping her, hurting her? Calling her a name."
"No," he said. This surprised me, and to be truthful, I sort of believed him.
"Oh, really? Am I supposed to believe you? Well, I don't. Get him, John." The kid called John walked up to him and got ready to hit him, but Billie didn't move. He took the punch and looked at me, shaking his head. I could tell his shoulder hurt, but apparently he really wanted to talk to me, else he would have moved by now.
"Lot's of luck, but that doesn't hurt." He glared.
"Oh, I bet it don't. Does this?" he as he got ready to hit him again. But Billie moved this time, and John's hand slammed into the wall.
"I dunno, does it?" he asked.
"You enjoy other's pain, don't you?" the girl asked.
"Uh, just to let you know, to refresh your mind a bit: it wasn't me who hit first! You came after me, not me after you. So why don't you ask yourself that?!" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I don't-" she asked.
"Leave him alone. And me too, I don't need your help. He's never gone after me like you did!" I yelled at her.
"He won't now. He's in too much pain."
"What the fu- I don't know! Just shove off! I'm not the one crying like a freaking baby, am I?" he asked, pointing to John. I almost laughed as he said this. The girl and the others glared at us.
"Happens every time! We come to help, and you guys do this." She walked away, the rest of her group following her. Billie looked at me when they left.
"What?" I asked.
"Who were they?" he asked in return, not answering me.
"I don't know. I came to my locker and they were here, that's all I know," I explained. He didn't look like he believed me, but he didn't say anymore. "What did you come here for anyway?"
"To apologize," He said to me.
"Oh." I looked away. "Thanks. But...why?"
"Because I realized how I've been treating you, and just, well," he looked away, trying to think of what to say. He must not have expected me to ask him why. "Just because I wanted to, and I don't feel that it's right to keep doing it." He said.
"Hey," One of them said. I didn't know who they were, I hadn't seen them before.
"Hey." They looked at me and smiled.
"We're new. We were told to talk to you. We're tenth graders, you?"
"Seventh." I said, walking to my locker. They didn't do anything when I unlocked it. I thought about what grade they were in before realizing that we didn't have any tenth grade here. "Wait, what grade?"
"Tenth." They smiled. I looked away and put my things away. "Why?"
"Well, because...we don't have anything higher than grade eight here. That I know of."
"You don't." I looked at them and then raised my eyebrow.
"Then...why are you here?" they smiled again.
"Because we have been told that you have been picked on a lot, and we're here to stop all of that."
"And how exactly, may I ask, do you do that?"
"Well, depends on what the other person has been doing to you," One of them said.
"And... ?" I asked. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked as she said that.
"Just tell us who's been doing it, and tell us what they've done. We'll deal with the rest." Something annoyed me about them. I wasn't use to having someone be nice to me, so this, it was sort of weird, strange, gave me an uncomfortable feeling. Just as I was about to ask them another question, Billie Joe came around the corner. It looked like he was upset, and it looked strange to see him that way. Most of the time he was glaring at me, but he wasn't then. "We know the list of names, but we don't know what the people look like. Could you-what's your name?" she asked him as he walked up to us.
"Why do you wanna know?" he asked.
"What's your name? If you don't tell me, I'll call someone from the office." She glared.
"Y'know, I don't care what you do. I don't know you, so, uh... .never mind. Billie Joe." He said. The girl smiled and walked up to him.
"I thought so. What were you planning on doing to her? Tripping her, hurting her? Calling her a name."
"No," he said. This surprised me, and to be truthful, I sort of believed him.
"Oh, really? Am I supposed to believe you? Well, I don't. Get him, John." The kid called John walked up to him and got ready to hit him, but Billie didn't move. He took the punch and looked at me, shaking his head. I could tell his shoulder hurt, but apparently he really wanted to talk to me, else he would have moved by now.
"Lot's of luck, but that doesn't hurt." He glared.
"Oh, I bet it don't. Does this?" he as he got ready to hit him again. But Billie moved this time, and John's hand slammed into the wall.
"I dunno, does it?" he asked.
"You enjoy other's pain, don't you?" the girl asked.
"Uh, just to let you know, to refresh your mind a bit: it wasn't me who hit first! You came after me, not me after you. So why don't you ask yourself that?!" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I don't-" she asked.
"Leave him alone. And me too, I don't need your help. He's never gone after me like you did!" I yelled at her.
"He won't now. He's in too much pain."
"What the fu- I don't know! Just shove off! I'm not the one crying like a freaking baby, am I?" he asked, pointing to John. I almost laughed as he said this. The girl and the others glared at us.
"Happens every time! We come to help, and you guys do this." She walked away, the rest of her group following her. Billie looked at me when they left.
"What?" I asked.
"Who were they?" he asked in return, not answering me.
"I don't know. I came to my locker and they were here, that's all I know," I explained. He didn't look like he believed me, but he didn't say anymore. "What did you come here for anyway?"
"To apologize," He said to me.
"Oh." I looked away. "Thanks. But...why?"
"Because I realized how I've been treating you, and just, well," he looked away, trying to think of what to say. He must not have expected me to ask him why. "Just because I wanted to, and I don't feel that it's right to keep doing it." He said.
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