My new life... [Green Day fanfic.]

Chapter 22

"Oh, and stop talking insultive about punks. If you would remember how Emily was a few years ago..."

"Don't you dare talk about my daughter," her Dad said, holding his finger into my face.
"You should think about how your daughter talks to others - and how many victims she counts," I said, putting his finger down. "One of them is because of her six feet under the earth," I said between gritted teeth and went over to Billie.
"Liz-"
"I won't start a fight in a gallery," I said, grabbing a drink from Abbey.

The rest of the free days I spent with Tory and the guys (from Green Day). One day I was sitting in the music room; Tory was already on the plane to Vienna.
"Hey," Travis came into the room.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Just looking around. You mind if we occupy the room for the next few hours?" he grabbed a piano char and sat by my side, putting one arm around my shoulder.
"No problem, but only if I may listen," I grinned. He gestured with a smile. I took that as a yes. When the others came in, I went down into the kitchen to grab something to drink. When I came up again, I could hear Joey talk to Travis;
"-like my sister man! She's taboo!"
"Calm you goddamn tits, Joey! I just put an arm around her shoulder. I'm not going to haul her into the van and sleep with her. And by the way, you're not even blood related," Travis responded him. Great, now they're having arguments because of me. When I opened the door everyone went silent.
"I brought some cola," I said, sitting down on the piano chair and listening to the guys, when suddenly Cole said, I should move my lazy ass over there and sing 'Broadcast This' with them.

Back in school, I tried to avoid Emily as best as possible, what wasn't easy at all.
"Hello, earth to Liz!" Emma screamed into my ear.
"Damn, Emma, calm your tits."
"Sorry, but you've been zoned all over lunch. Art's now," she made move.
"Ah, Lisa, how good to see you!" the teacher greeted me. She looked like in her early thirties and was too into punk rock music. I exchanged looks with Abbey and Emma. "I've heard about the gallery. So, tell me, how did it go."
"Uhmm...great, I guess," I answered. Abbey and Emma laughed their asses off in the back. When I got there I shot them a death glare and started to draw what we were supposed to.

After the bell, I tried to get out of school as fast as possible, but failed. Some creepy gorilla-looking guys pulled me into an empty hallway. I gulped - I knew how something like that would end. My phone vibrated in my pocket. One of them pulled me against the lockers, holding me thightly.
"So you punched Emily's nose? That was a big mistake, emo kid," he smile pure evil. I tried to loosen his grip and run away, but he literally jumped on me, throwing me to the ground. Then I earned a punch into the face, followed by kicks onto me.
"No. One. Hurts. Emily. Thomson. Got it?!" they said and left me laying there on the floor. I was too shocked to move. I was to shocked to realize the pain and the blood I spit. I heard familiar voices, but I didn't recognize them, because I got more and more tired...