Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-fourteen-

I had avoided Mr Armstrong's class for nearly a week now and to my surprise, he didn't give me any detentions for it. I knew that he was aware that I was skipping and was not actually sick but I was too confused right now and would not be able to face him.

That being said, I've been avoiding Michael too. He hasn't said much though. He must have realized that he was not actually in love with me, he just wants sex. I don't know why that hurts to think about, I haven't been faithful to him at all even though we're not even a real couple.

Fucking hell, listen to me. I'm trying to justify my actions and that's not okay. I'm not okay. I'm a slut. 

I had convinced Aunt Evelyn that I was seriously sick. I don't know if she actually fell for it or just didn't care. She's been kind of moody lately. Either that or I'm just overthinking it.

It was now ten at night and Evelyn went out with some of her girlfriends. The one benefit of not being at school for a week was that I had gotten my art project for Mr Way done. Mr Wentz emailed me my homework sheets to answer questions for Romeo and Juliet. And my chemistry teacher Mr Urie told me what chapters to go over for our next test. He was a strange one, if I'm being honest.

Lastly, I did pick a song to learn for Mr Armstrong's summative. 'You Know I'm No Good' by Amy Winehouse. It was too fitting for the current events going on in my life. 

I was strumming my guitar mindlessly at this point when I heard tapping on my window. I set my guitar down and walked over to my window. I saw pebbles hitting my window lightly, wondering where they were coming from. I opened the window to find Mr Armstrong sitting in the tree that was right next to my window. 

"Mr Armstrong, what the fuck are you doing here!?" I asked. 

"I told you Melina, we're not in school you call me Billie Joe," he slurred out. "or daddy, that works too" 

"Oh dear god, what is wrong with you? Are you seriously drunk on a thursday night?" I let out a sigh. 

"I just wanted to see you. I h-haven't," he let out a hiccup "seen you in a while. Can I come in? It's raining" Billie Joe asked with these wide puppy dog eyes. I let out a sigh of annoyance. "Fine" I ushered him in by stepping away from the window. 

He stumbled into my room and basically crashed into me. He gripped my waist tightly to keep me from falling. I let out a gasp at how close he was to me.

"Why can't you just let this happen?" he whispered in my ear. I felt goosebumps break out all over my skin. 

"You know why Billie Joe, this is so wrong. This would never work out. This is like one of those stupid fanfiction stories" (A/N: ;] )

"A what?" he asked sounding rather confused. 

"Never mind. But face it, you know this would never work." I replied agitated. 

"But we're different babe. I'm too selfish to give you up. At first yeah, you annoyed me to no end. I hated your attitude and smart ass remarks. I didn't understand why you dress the way you do but I love it. I love your taste in music and the way your hair is always in this messy state. You're beautiful without all that makeup you wear but it looks good when you wear it the way you do. Fuck Melina, why can't you just see that I wanna be with you?" 

And yet again, I was stunned. And in denial.

"You're drunk" I whispered shakily. 

"I'm also telling the truth. Stop being so stubborn." he growled, his lips brushing against mine. 

Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. It started out soft but grew heated and more hungry as time went on.

I let out a moan and Billie Joe broke the kiss, much to my dismay. I let out a whimper and he just chuckled. "And you act like you don't want this. Like this can't be real" he shook his head with a laugh. 

"I'm scared Billie Joe," I whispered. "I've never felt like this for someone before. And you're so much older than me. You can have anyone and I'm just-"

"Shut up" he spoke up, silencing me. 

"Just let it happen baby" he muttered against my lips. I nodded and did what he said.

I just let it happen.

. . .

A/N: Hey there lovelies!

Sorry this chapter is kind of short and boring but I'm just getting over a cold, went to my friend's prom last night, worked this morning, and have lots of work to do. Brief warning though kiddies, next chapter will be pure smut, so yeah, prepare yourself and your underwear I guess.

Plus tomorrow is Canada Day, so it's an excuse to get lit af with my friends cause Canada.

And I wanna thank all of you for reading this book and for all the feedback you give. You guys fucking kill me and have been helping me smile. I'll be honest, I'm not doing so well mentally but I'm doing everything I can to make life good for myself. By working crazy hours to go to unreal concerts. I'm heading to Weezer with P!ATD, Guns N Roses with Billy Talent, and Slipknot with Marilyn fucking Manson and Of Mice & Men. 

Anyway enough about me, have a good day babes! 

Rage & Love ~