Judge's Daughter[Billie Joe Fan-Fic](Slow Updates)

Chapter Two

The rest of the day passed in a blur, I didn’t pay attention to much, only thought about my whole Riley vs. Billie situation. On one hand I had Riley who not only my boyfriend, but he was honestly the sweetest boy I have ever met, any young girl’s parents would approve of him. So far things with Riley have been easy, the farthest we have gone is hand holding and he seemed content to wait until I was ready for something more. Then on the other hand there was Billie Joe who seemed to be just a rude, arrogant, young boy who was angry at the world, yet for a few short moments on the roof I was able to see the kind person he really was. I could see myself being happy with Riley but I wasn’t quite sure if safe is what I needed, maybe I needed someone who unpredictable.

I didn’t quite remember anything that was actually said in any of my other classes, after the roof incident I would just walk to my next class and think for an hour before starting all over again. After hours of being in my own head for far too long it was finally time to serve my detention and ultimately see Billie Joe again. I walked out of my last class and headed back to where my day began, in the English room. While I was never the best student I had never been given a detention so when I knocked on the solid wood door my stomach was twisting in knots, “Come in,” Mr. Marks called from the other side of the door. I turned the knob and pushed the door open to find him sitting on his chair with his feet propped up on his desk and Billie Joe sat in the farthest seat from the front, “Welcome to detention Miss Woodworth, it is a pleasure to have you here.”

I frowned, “I’m sure,” I replied in a sarcastic tone while I kept my eyes on Billie who was currently looking everywhere but me.

Mr. Marks stood up and grabbed a few papers up off his desk, “We are going to be heading to the auditorium and you guys are going to clean it while I make copies for tomorrow, okay?” Mr. Marks said while tapping the stack of papers on the desk to even them out.

Mr. Marks walked out of the door and held it open for me to exit out into the hallway, he stood there for a moment longer, waiting for Billie Joe to leisurely walk out into the hallway and join us. When he finally breached the doorway I tried to catch his eye but he seemed to be fixated on his shoes. My heart sank into my stomach as I came upon the realization that Billie Joe just used me at a vulnerable time just to have a quick make out session. I hung my head as I tried not to cry, I had just lost a good memory of my first kiss to Billie Joe’s type of entertainment and I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with that. I couldn’t even pinpoint what I was feeling at the moment- it was a mix of being sad, angry, confused and strangely happy that the awkwardness of my first kiss was with someone who probably won’t even remember how bad of a kisser I am.

I lingered behind Billie Joe and Mr. Marks while we walked to the auditorium while I tried to decipher just what I was supposed to be feeling. When we arrived Mr. Marks left us to clean and Billie got straight to cleaning the left side of the auditorium while I quickly cleaned the right. With a Macy as a parent, on occasion I would have time in between clients that she would want me to straighten up the house. I had to learn to clean quickly and efficiently or else there would be hell to pay.

Within forty-five minutes I was done with my side so I sat in a chair and I took a moment to catch my breath before I could help Billie Joe finish. “If you could get up off your ass and help me that would be super,” Billie snapped.

I sneered at him from across the large room, “You know what’s funny? I was thinking about it, but not with that attitude mister,” I replied calmly.

“I fucking hate people like you,” he muttered to himself.

I stood up and marched up to him, “What kind of person am I, Billie?” He stayed silent and I scoffed “at least I am not a person who takes advantage of a vulnerable person just to kiss them for the hell of it,” I shouted as I pushed him back by his shoulders.

Billie fell back and landed on a chair before looked up at me with a scowl on his face, “Anything that happened on that roof was not for the hell of it, Evie,” he said.

“Bullshit, I should have known better. I mean, just look at you! You aren’t-” I stopped myself from finishing my sentence but I already got the ball rolling and there was no taking that back.

“I am not what?” He asked as he stood up and walked up to me, “Am I not good enough for you Evie? Because if that’s what you were going to say, then join the fucking club,” he spat.

Billie turned around and began to walk out of the auditorium but when he got halfway there I found myself walking towards him, “Fuck you!” I yelled.

Billie turned around to find me closer than I was before, “What? Are you going to come after me?” He asked as he quickly closed the distance between us, pinned me against a wall, and pressed his forehead against mine. “You have no right to come after me… because I am not good enough for you, remember?” Before I could even blink he caught my lips in a sloppy open mouthed kiss before turning around and leaving me too stunned to follow him.