Know Who Your Friends Are

St. Jimmy

Mike and Billie sat in history, bored as hell.

"Want some candy?" Billie asked, offering some to Mike under the desk. Mike accepted the candy and held it under the desk, ready to throw it in his mouth the next time the teacher turned around.

"That's right, in the wars the trenches would be literally infected." The teacher said, turning to write it on the board. Mike threw the sweet in his mouth and grinned at Billie. Billie smiled at Mike's reaction. Billie had given him the sourest candy he could found. He tried not to burst out laughing as Mike's expression was like he was sucking on the sourest lemon in the world. The teacher kept writing so Mike grabbed the candy from his mouth and hurled it across the room. Billie spluttered with laughter as Mike glared at him.

"Oh you laugh now, Armstrong. I'll get you back." He said.

"Yeah, whatever." Billie laughed. Suddenly the door opened and the principal walked in, his hand on a boys shoulder.

The boy had brown hair that was sticking up in all directions. His shirt and pants were torn and he had several tattoos.

He literally looked the definition of trouble.

Mike nudged Billie, pointing to the boy. Billie turned and saw him.

"Woah," He said.

"Looks like our kind of guy." Mike commented.

"Nah, I don't know about that," Billie muttered, watching him warily.

Billie had a bad feeling about this kid.

He wasn't making an attempt to even look like he was working.

"Mike, look!" Billie said, pointing with an astonished look on his face. Mike turned in the direction Billie had pointed. Billie quickly scribbled 'I love dick' in Mike's book and tried to look normal.

Mike turned back around.

"There's nothing there." He said.

"Oh, I thought there was." Billie lied. Mike saw the scribble and grabbed Billie's pencil, scribbling it out.

"Dick." Mike muttered.

"I'm sorry, you like sucking what?" Billie said, not missing a beat. Mike glared at Billie.

The bell went so Mike stormed off to the hall, and Billie ran after him, trying to keep up with his tall strides.

"Slow down Mike!" He said. Mike smirked and turned to face Billie, walking backwards.

"Not my fault you're tiny." He said. Billie punched his arm and they arrived at the hall, sitting down with Tré. He noticed the glares Mike was giving Billie across the table.

"What's wrong with Mikey?" Tré asked as Billie got a drink out of his bag.

"He's on his period," Billie joked before taking a sip.

"Oh, fuck off." Mike snapped and Billie laughed.

"Wait a minute." Tré said suddenly, and they all turned to him.

"Guys have periods?" He asked, and Billie burst out laughing. It even made Mike giggle.

Suddenly, the principal walked over with the new boy that Mike and Billie saw. He sat the boy down and walked off.

"Uh, this is our table." Mike said.

"I know. Douchebag made me sit here." He said. He had a creepy voice.

It gave Billie the chills.

"What's your name?" Tré asked.

"Jimmy. St. Jimmy." He said.

"ST. Jimmy?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. It's not my real name." Jimmy said.

"What is?" Tré asked.

"None of your business." Jimmy smirked.

This guy gives me a bad feeling.