Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-thirty eight-

Well that could only mean one thing. We were breaking up.

"Just dump me and get it over with. And please don't use the 'it's not you, it's me' line" I sighed, tossing my keys on the table and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. 

"What? Melina, I'm not dumping you. I want to talk about what happened last night. Now that I've calmed down and you've sobered up." he spoke as he got up from the couch and came to stand across from me in the kitchen. 

"You've calmed down? Calmed down from what exactly? You initiated that fight last night." I pointed out, trying not to raise my voice. 

"You also said a lot of messed up things last night that made no sense. If I even dared to say that type of shit to you, you'd kill me. Instantly." 

"You're lucky I didn't kill you instantly when I saw my aunt all over you." I spat. 

He froze at this. "Melina, she asked if she could sit with me. She wanted to see you graduate." 

"Bullshit. She just wants back in your pants." 

"She's never been in my pants!" he sighed in frustration. But my paranoia was getting the better of me. It wouldn't let up.

"Okay, forget this. I'm tired and am not doing this right now. Get out and have a good night, Billie Joe." I headed off towards my bedroom but was stopped by Billie Joe. 

"Why don't you believe me?" he asked, looking hurt. 

"Because you're lying! You can barely look at me!" 

"I can't look at you because you're not acting like yourself right now! I have no idea who the hell you are right now. Why can't you believe that nothing happened between me and Evelyn? Or do you have to tell yourself that something did because you decided to go after Joey?" he shouted. His eyes were full of anger and for the first time in my life, I was afraid of him. 

"What did you just say?" I asked, carefully. 

"Why'd he bring you flowers? Why was he there? How long did you wait after I left to bring him over?" his questions were hitting me so fast, I felt as if he had knocked the breath right out of me. 

"I don't know, I don't know, and he never came over. That's the difference between you and I, Billie Joe. When I said that I loved you, I actually meant it. Now get the hell out of my apartment and out of my life while you're at it." I glared. 

He walked closer to me and had me pressed up against the island table. This action would have excited me. But right now it terrified me and pissed me off. 

He gripped my throat, not tight enough to scare me, just enough to keep me in place. "You don't mean any of this. You're just upset." 

"Rightfully so. But I mean it, Billie Joe get the hell out." 

He let go of my throat and looked sad. "Not until we talk properly about everything going on in that head of yours." 

"We're not talking about this ever cause I'm dumping you. Now get the hell out!" I pretty much screamed in his face. And damn did I ever regret those words the second they left my mouth.

He looked taken back and stepped back once I shouted at him. His glare returned almost instantly. "Fine. You want to let your anxiety get in the way? Fine. Fuck you and your fucked up head. I give up! Nice knowing ya." And with that, he walked out of my apartment, slamming the door. 

As soon as he was gone, I slid down till I was sitting on the floor and I placed my head in my hands. I let the tears fall and fall. It was probably an hour or so until they finally stopped. 

I let my mind get the better of me, yet again. I pushed him away one too many times. He was right. I was so messed up. I don't blame him whatsoever but damn, it hurt. I felt like I was dying. It didn't feel right at all. I started throwing things that were close to me. I threw my art award, that was framed right at the wall. It smashed instantly. 

Once I had calmed down a bit, I walked over to the award and picked it up. But there was another piece of paper with a sticky note attached to it. I read the sticky note and nearly fell over. 

"Melina, 

So proud of you for graduating and doing so well in school. We were all worried about you, but you proved us wrong. Your grades were incredible and on behalf of Mr Wentz, Mr Urie, and I; please accept this on our behalf. We have already sent them a portfolio of your work. Here's hoping you receive a letter soon. You deserve this! Take care! 

-Gerard"

It was a god damn scholarship to Julliard. The most prestige art school in all of New York City! 

I used to walk past that school all the time when I lived in New York. I admired that place. But never did I ever think I'd get in there. If you can make it into that school, you can run the damn world. 

I called Gerard instantly and was trying to thank him but was crying the entire time. I think I may have even made him cry. I just could not believe this was happening. 

After a while, I had a massive headache from crying so much and my eyes were starting to hurt as well. I made myself a cup of tea and headed off to bed. I took off my leggings but left on Billie Joe's shirt. 

Billie Joe. 

My excitement died down suddenly about art school. I thought of Billie Joe. Wondering what he was up to. Hoping he wasn't with Evelyn. Wondering if he was regretting what he said as much as I was regretting what I had said. 

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again as my mind wandered on so many memories between Billie Joe and I. 

I sniffled and wrapped myself tighter in my blankets. My emotions getting the better of me yet again.

"W-we are the devil's kind" I sang quietly to myself. 

I don't remember when I finally fell asleep. 

. . .

A/N: I HATE MYSELF. 

I had to get this chapter over with guys, I'm sorry. But prepare yourself for the final two chapters. They may hurt. A lot. Idk. We'll see.

Thanks for reading babes, have a good day/night/week/life!

Rage & Love ~