No fucking way!, chapter 1

"Meg! Let's go to the zoo, please!" I jumped up and down in front of my best friend, Megan Ferlin.
"The zoo Dyl? Why the zoo? We could got to Hot Topic and get some Green Day stuff, then go to Starbucks or something... " she trailed off.
"Zoo!" I whined, giving her my best pout.
"Ugh, fine." Meg rolled her eyes and grabbed her sleek, black purse. I stuffed my money and cell phone into my pockets, grabbed the house key, jotted down a note to my mom, then hopped out the door, Meg following behind me, exasperated already.
I rode my red and black bike as fast as I could to the zoo, with Meg struggling to keep up on her blue one the whole time. Cars whizzed by, glaring at me because of the way I intentionally wobbled, pretending to almost fall and dent their precious vehicles. I parked my bike against the bike rack, and walked up to an empty ticket booth.
"Welcome to Berkley Zoo, how many tickets?" some blonde bitch chewing gum like a cow does cud asked in a high, pitchy voice. I squinted at her nametag, Anne.
"2." I imitated her voice. Glaring at me, the lady shoved 2 tickets at me. Pulling them from her grasp, I shoved money at her, whipped around, handed Meg her ticket, and stalked away. Usually I would think of a clever comeback, but I was having a major craving for a coffee. When you get an urge like that, you just have to fulfill it. I rushed through the gates with their many security guards and booths for turning in tickets and what not with Meg, then almost ran to the food area. I handed them 5 bucks and they gave me coffee. The lady who poured the coffee gave me a strange look, like I was a disgusting, foreign object. I don't know why. I had jet black hair streaked with cool blue and fiery red. I had caked on black eyeliner nice and thick. I was wearing a black Bullet in a Bible T shirt paired with black, tight jeans. I was tall and slender. I was wearing black high top Converse with black laces.
"What are you looking at?" I glared at her through layers of eyeliner. She didn't have anything to say to that, so she whipped her preppy blonde head of hair around and continued making coffee.
Rolling my eyes, and went outside and sat at the table where Meg was slowly eating a ham and cheese sandwich. At the table next to us I saw 3 men, all with beers. 2 of them had their faces away from me, but I could see one perfectly. He had black hair sticking out from under a simple black baseball cap, pulled low over his face and large sunglasses, hiding his eyes. I could barely see his mouth, but I knew instantly who it was.
"Meg, see that guy over there?" I whispered.
Without looking up from her sandwich, Meg said, "No."
"Meg, it's Billie Joe Armstrong."
"What!" she almost yelled.
"Shhh... keep it on the down low. I figure he doesn't want to be recognized."
"I want an autograph." She said, starting to rise from her white, plastic seat.
For once, I was the voice of sanity. I pushed her back down in her chair. "If you go over there, he'll be attacked my teenies."
"Why doesn't anyone else recognize him though?"
"Because they're all fucking teenies, they don't know who he is unless they can see him. "They don't know him or his music, they like them for popularity. That's all thanks to the damn media." I was annoyed that my something I hated stood in the way of me meeting my idols. Obviously the other two were Mike and Tre, it wasn't hard to figure out. Suddenly I felt someone behind me and Meg looked up, surprised, at something above my head.
"Please tell me no one heard." I whispered, without turning around. Meg just shook her head. Slowly, I turned around. "Billie," I muttered softly.