My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong

Chapter 13

I wasn't having it. This teacher was such a bitch. All I did was forget my homework and she's acting like I fucking killed a child. I was trying to reason with her though.  

"I'm sorry, okay? I have a lot of stuff on my mind." I said, as the whole class watched in awe.  

"Oh... Stuff." She said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, there we go. I knew this would happen. As soon as they mentioned that you, Natalie Armstrong were joining my class, I knew you'd be a brat. Just like Billie Joe. You take after your dad, don't you?" She said, and I felt the rage boiling. Especially since half of the class didn't know Billie was my dad. 

"Billie Joe is a pretty damn good dad. He tries his best." I spat.  

"His best obviously isn't good enough. I should have known, a punk rocker could never raise a child right. You probably spend all of your valuable time sitting there strumming along on that crappy guitar." She said, and I was done.  

"Okay, listen here bitch face. I didn't do my crappy homework because I fucking forgot. Given, that my mom just fucking died, I have a lot of shit to think about okay? So take your Science class, and shove it up your fucking ass." I gave her the middle finger and left as the class gasped. I stormed along to the Principal's, already knowing that's where I'd have to be anyway. He sat me down and sighed. He said he'd call my father. Before he left the room, he muttered something. I didn't hear it that well, but I'm pretty sure it was: 

'Of course this happened. She's an Armstrong.'

Billie entered the office and walked straight past me. I was suspended for 2 weeks. He sighed the papers and shit, and then took my arm and led me to the car, not saying a word as we drove home.  

"So... Funny story." I said, ready to explain everything.  

"Don't. I don't want to hear it. I'm really pissed off with you so if I was you I'd stay out of my way. I had to come from practice. Tré and Mike are waiting for me at home." Billie said, and he did sound really angry.  

"I.. I'm sorry.."  

"Leave it Natalie." He snapped, and I shut up. When we got home, Billie stormed straight upstairs. I looked at Tré and Mike nervously. They stared at me with an unreadable expression. It could have been mad. It could have been disappointed. I didn't know.  

"So what happened?" Tré asked. I sighed and sat down next to him.  

"My bitch teacher had a go at me for forgetting my homework. I told her I had stuff on my mind and she blamed Billie's parenting. Then I said about my mom dying and she didn't seem to even give a shit." I said, and I felt angry tears well up in my eyes. Tré pulled me into one of his famous hugs and Mike patted my back comfortingly.

These guys were great.

Billie walked in and saw them.  

"Don't pity her. She's in a lot of trouble." Billie said, and they let me go. Billie pointed to the door and he shut it behind me as I left. I decided not to leave and instead linger for a bit. I stuck my ear up to the door. I heard Mike's voice.  

"So come on Beej. Really, how proud are you of her?" He asked.  

"Oh man. It was so hard to stay strict. I'm so fucking happy with her. She stood up for herself and that makes me proud to call her my daughter." Billie said.

I smiled and crept upstairs.

A/N This was supposed to be updated a while ago but it didn't work. Sorry for the long wait :) Please vote and comment, and check out my other Green Day stories (I have two, one is all of them and the other is centered around Mike). Thanks :)