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chapter one.

вιllιe joe arмѕтrong ∘∭∘

I run my fingers through my jet black hair, sighing as I sit in the principle's office once more. I look at the angry expression plastered onto Dr. Smith's face that was all-too familiar.

"Another fight, eh? This must be your fifth time from the past three months." Dr. Smith's gravely voice pours out of his mouth.

"You sound tired, doctor." I smirk slightly.

"As matter of fact, I am tired. Tired of the stuff you make me put up with, Armstrong." The principle sighs. "Now, what provoked the fight this time? And who was it with again?"

My smirk turned into a cold expression. "Derek Duval. He told me that the death of my father was my fault." I retort through clenched teeth.

"William -"

"It's Billie." I growl back slightly, correcting him.

"Whatever, you need to understand that it wasn't your fault, he died of cancer. Because of your knowledge of that, you need to let it go. Throwing a punch won't solve anything, it'll just make the conflict worse." Smith stares at me, his expression softened.

"What are you, my fucking shrink? I don't need to hear shit like that from you. You're just a principle." I snarl.

"Watch your language, Armstrong." His expression hardens once again.

'Good, I don't need sympathy or sappiness.' I think silently as he becomes serious.

"So, what's my punishment this time? Two day suspension?" I cross my arms.

"No, since he was the one who provoked it, Derek will be getting the suspension. As for you? Just get out of my office and get to class."

"Bye." I walk out of the office and shut the door and make my down the hall towards Mrs. Bridge's science class.

"Mr. Armstrong, you're late." The plump teacher scowls me.

"Sorry. I was in Dr. Smith's office." I say, not meaning the sorry.

"Well, just get out your homework." Bridge sighs.

"We had homework?" I question carelessly as I sit back down at my desk in the back. Everyone's eyes were on me.

"Filling the blanks in your text book, pages 12b to 19b." She narrowed her eyes into slits. "You did do it, right, Billie?"

"Nope." I smile and rest my feet on the desk and put my hands behind my head in a relaxing position.

"Whatever. You're wasting my time." She rolled her eyes. "Anyways, this project is summative. It basically decides whether you'll pass or not. You may choose your partners in a few minutes, and as of now, I'll give you time to think about who would be a good choice for a partner in this project."

My eyes widened a bit. If I didn't ace this project, I would fail the eleventh grade. I wouldn't become a senior! I'm gonna need a partner that I can depend on.

Mike? No, he's too dumb.

Tre? No, he's too careless. He doesn't give two shits about passing.

My eyes flickered to the left side of the class room, my gaze falling upon a girl with long dark chestnut colored hair and grey eyes. Alice Weatherly, the straight A student outcast. It would be as much as social life suicide to partner up with her, but she was my only choice. For me to pass, I would have to use Alice.

Oh well, my social life is risk I'll have to take.

"Okay students, choose your partners now." Mrs. Bridge announces.

I walk up behind the outcast, who was sketching an anime character of some sort. What a nerd.

I tapped her shoulder. "Alice Weatherly?"

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Parker Layn.