Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-thirty seven-

I woke up the next day wanting to die. My head felt as if it was about to burst at any minute. My mouth was dry and the taste left in it was disgusting.

I was hungover. Lovely.

Reluctantly, and very very slowly, I got up off of the couch in search for water and advil.

I took three advil pills and downed two bottles of water before I decided to take a shower. Maybe that would help me feel a bit better.

Once in the shower, everything that transpired last night seemed to hit me at once.

My graduation. I won an award for art. That made me smile. But then I thought about my speech. It was average, I was just happy I didn't throw up in front of everyone.

But I just couldn't get the images of Billie Joe and Evelyn out of my mind. It looked innocent, really. As if they were strangers. But it wasn't. Teachers have a seperate seating arrangement, unless they bring someone with them. So why the hell did he bring my aunt with him?

Before I knew it, my fist had connected with the shower wall. "Fuck!" I yelped out. Why did I just do that?

I finished up showering and inspected my knuckles the entire time. They were bloody, but nothing looked broken or out of place.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself and a towel around my hair. I cleaned up my knuckles and wrapped them up with some bandages.

Once I was dried off, I walked into my room. II put on a bra and grabbed a t shirt that was on my bed. It was Billie Joe's Soundgarden shirt. I put it on anyway. I'd probably have to give it back soon. I didn't remember everything I said to him last night but knowing me, it was something harsh. I threw on some underwear and some black pj shorts, dried my hair off a bit more, and walked out of my room.

I walked out into the main room of my apartment and sighed. God, I really was a mess last night. It took me a while, but I managed to clean the place up and put all the empty bottles of alcohol in the recycling bin. 

I glared at the empty bottles as if that would do anything. Note to self: don't drink like that again.

After a while, I found myself sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, just staring at my reflection in the tv screen. I looked so sad. So different. I wasn't always like this. I've dealt with heartbreak before. Not necessarily because of a guy. That shit never got to me. I should be stronger than this. She wouldn't want to see me like this. 

Before I knew it, I was getting up and heading to the bathroom to fix my appearance. I looked a little less lifeless, which was good. I combed my hair with my fingers slightly and grabbed a pair of black leggings off of the floor. 

I grabbed my black vans shoes, my car keys, and left my apartment. 

I had to go pay someone a visit. I had been putting it off for far too long. 

. . .

I walked through the cemetery. The mood around me was depressing. I felt like a wanted to throw up. I had so many thoughts and emotions running through me. I didn't want to do this. It made me to upset. But I didn't really have anyone else to confide in. 

Once I found the grave I was looking for, I took a seat on the grass, sitting directly across from it. 

I let out a shaky breath. "H-hey grandma" Damn, I was getting nervous. This probably looked so ridiculous. Me getting nervous talking to a tombstone. But it wasn't just a tombstone, that's the thing. 

"So, a lot has been going on lately. Maybe you're aware of it, maybe you're not. I don't know. I don't really believe in heaven but if it is a real thing, I know for sure you are definitely there,"

"I fell in love, grandma. It's crazy, right? I've never had a flaw. Well, I know I have an attitude problem. A weed problem. A problem when it comes to authority and a problem when it comes to letting people into my life cause I have trust issues. Hell, I might even develop an alcohol problem. But those are just things that make me who I am. But my flaw, my fucking flaw; I fell in love with my teacher! How messed up is that? My life is like a bad re-run of Jerry Springer"

I felt tears falling down my face. I didn't even try to wipe them away. "Grandma, I wish you were here, sitting next to me. Hugging me. Telling me to suck it up and stand tall. That's what I need to hear right now. I miss you, love you, and think of you every day. I'll try and visit more often. Te quiero, abulita." I sighed, letting my tears fall. 

After a while, and once I stopped crying, I got up and left. The drive back to my apartment was silent on my part. I just blasted the radio. I felt my heart beat faster when I heard the radio dj announce that they were going to play a song by The Doors. It kinda sucked that Billie Joe had tainted that band for me. But I let him do that. Fuck memories.

I walked up the stairs to my apartment, my shoulders sagging and my feet dragging. I jiggled the handle of my door and realized that I didn't lock it. 

"Great, I probably got robbed." I sighed to myself. I opened the door to find Billie Joe sitting on my couch. 

The look on my face must have given what I was thinking away. He lifted his fingers up and was swinging around a key. The key that I gave him.

After what felt like forever, he spoke up. "Melina, I think we need to talk." 

. . .

A/N: LMAO WELL SO MUCH FOR THAT FLUFFY CHAPTER I WAS TALKING ABOUT

Fuck guys. I am so sorry, it's only going downhill from here for your otp

But guess what???? I've been depressed as hell lately with life and that can only mean one good thing

THERE IS GONNA BE A SEQUEL TO YES, SIR

Are you excited!?!?!?!?!? NO??? Okay. I feel you tbh.

But ya that's all I got for now. Catch ya in the next update :))

Rage & Love ~