The Loser's Girlfriend [A Billie Joe Armstrong Fan Fiction]

Chapter Two: "What? I'm Not Stalking You."

It's the second chapter! And my OC, Chelsea Rhone, will enter here now. Billie will try his stalking skills and all but...well...just read it :D

And sorry if the story has such a SLOW progress but, I swear, it gets interesting later.

Chapter Two: “What? I’m Not Stalking You.”

- Billie -

“Ah, damn it,” I curse as my fingers get caught at the corner of my locker. I slam it shut and observe the damage. My middle finger’s bleeding and...oh, that’s about it.

I shrug it off and walk casually to my next class, Calculus.

Hey, I’m not your typical popular dude who doesn’t give a fuck about education. In fact, I was a candidate for honours class last year.

But, not-so-sadly, my ‘efforts’ weren’t enough.

“Hey, Billie!” a voice echoes through the hallway and I turn around to see Mike Dirnt sauntering his way through the crowd towards me. “You on your way to Calc?”

I give out a nod, just to tell him that ‘yeah, I’m on my way to Calc.’

...And see my precious target for the next three months. “What’s your plan?” Mike had already caught up with me and got his place on my right as we walked together.

I shrug, “nothing worth mentioning. I’m just going to have to...stalk her a bit.”

Mike scoffed, “I personally think you won’t be able to charm Miss Math Freak just like that.”

I don’t answer; instead, I look straight ahead into the corridor, where a familiar shade of blonde caught my eye. “There she goes,” Mike’s voice interrupts in my head as he, too, followed Chelsea with unblinking eyes as she entered the classroom, “go, get ‘er, Armstrong.”

Right.

-

“There are two fundamental notions that led to the development of Calculus historically. Number one: the measurements of areas of curved regions and, number two: the study of tangents to curves. These apparently disconnected themes, formalized in...”

I let the voice drown in my head as I fought back a yawn. I’ve read the introduction to Calculus twice during the last week of summer. The first time from sheer boredom and, the second would be because of...

Well...why did I read the introduction twice again?

I look at my right and openly stare at Chelsea Agatha Rhone, whose eyes remained on her notebook, her right hand busy scribbling away. Her Calculus textbook was open as well but she seemed to not pay attention to the teacher’s rehearsed rambles.

“Mr. Armstrong, I would like to announce to the class that after this discussion, we would have a quiz on the introduction to Calculus.”

I avert my eyes to the teacher, whose bespectacled eyes were looking down at me. I sat up straight-er and mumbled a, “yes, ma’am,” under my breath.

She seemed satisfied and walked back to the board.

I stared at the female beside me once more, only to find her staring back at me. I whipped my head around and proceeded to rummage through my bag for my textbook, ignoring the suspicious aura she was making me feel.

-

I stumble through the doorway in the library, earning the shocked looks of the teachers sitting on the table nearest the double doors. They all seemed quite surprised at my reappearance for the third time.

Oh, if you old peeps only knew, I’m also fucking surprised as to why I’m here.

I give them a polite smile and begin to walk through the book shelves, trying to look for the familiar shade of blonde again.

Just as I rounded the corner, I bumped into someone significantly shorter.

Chelsea’s green eyes stared up at me in horror. I felt my face fall from a state of surprise to a state of confusion.

“What? I’m not stalking you,” I scoff light-heartedly, hoping to alleviate some of the growing awk-wardness.

She tilted her head to the side, obviously confused, “umm…huh? I didn’t -- I didn’t say anything about stalking…”

I was taken aback; I thought that’s what she was going to talk about, “oh…oh…I’m sorry.”

She smiled at me. I was blinded for a moment, “Well, excuse me, I need something from this aisle…”

Her voice was soft and cautious and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’s being paranoid at the moment. I stepped sideways from the library aisle, “oh, sure.”

She smiled once more before waving her hand in a subtle manner and passing me by.

Alright-y!! Please, please, please, I NEED COMMENTS, I swear. :(