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

Chapter Nine: "We Shouldn't...We Shouldn't Be Partners."

Hiya!! So, lately, I can't get over the last season of X Factor so...you might read some of the contestants' names in here *insert awkward grin*. School's having her period so I'm loaded down with homework buuut, I wanna update so...NO ONE CAN STOP MEH!

Here's chapter nine!!

Chapter Nine: “We Shouldn’t…We Shouldn’t Be Partners.”

 

- Chelsea -

The next day, I barely managed to go through my classes. My head’s blurry and I feel my ears heat up almost every time when I’d remember that exchange I had with Billie.

My whole body was on automatic and, although I did greet people (but only when they greet me first, of course), I had a hard time avoiding him. Y’know…him.

So, as soon as I got home, I thought it best to break down.

Oh dear Lord, I broke my streak! I BROKE MY DAMNED STREAK OF EIGHTEEN YEARS OF NO CUSSING! How could I break that? How could I say ‘shit’ in front of Billie Joe Armstrong?

But, hey, I never said that I don’t curse. At all. I do it sometimes, when I’m really, really, really, pissed or annoyed or just downright moody…in my head.

“Oh my Lord, Carly Rose Sonenclar RULESSS!” I scream at the television, which was at the channel where a recap of X-Factor was showing at the moment. I already tossed my school things aside; I don’t feel like studying tonight.

My hands were slowly inching towards my Psychology notebook, my mind urging it to because, oh my God, these are things I wouldn’t usually do!

Speaking of things I don’t usually do…I also don’t blurt out unnecessary words in front of one Billie Joe Armstrong.

I really don’t know what’s happening to me!

How could I tell him that he’s my crush?

Where the heck did I get the strength to even say that I like him?

I let go of the popcorn bowl and pull at my hair, “Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! UGH, I’M SO MAD AT MYSELF I CAN’T EVEN START ON -- AHHHH!!”

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!” I heard someone yell from the other side of the wall.

“As if you don’t make noise!” I scream back. This is also definitely NOT normal for Chelsea Agatha Rhone. Nope, nuh-uh!

Ding, dong, goes the door again and I had to think twice before standing up and walking to it, scared that Billie Joe Armstrong might be at the other end.

I look through the peek hole and, shit.

It is Billie.