Extraordinary Girl: B.J.A.

CHAPTER FIVE

| Sloane's Point of View |

"Jesus christ dad how old is this one?" Joey yells.

"What the fuck are you doing home?" Billie Joe yells back standing up. I grab my shirt pulling it back overcmy head.

"I live here too you dumbass! If you're going to fuck people my age could you atleast do it in your room? Not on the couch?" He spits as he leaves down the hallway.

"I told you it was bad idea." I scold punching Billie Joe's shoulder.

"He hasn't been home in almost a week. I really didn't think he'd be coming home tonight." He says.

"You got me all worked up you asshole." I mumble.

"I mean we could still f-" He begins before I got him off.

"No. Pretty sure Joey already hates me. I don't want to make it worse." I say. "Can you just take me to my house?"

"You don't wanna stay here?" He asks.

"And weird your kids out even more? I'll pass." I say.

"Come on. They should be used to it by now." He rolls his eyes.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snort.

"That's the first time I've heard you curse." He chuckles.

"Don't change the subject! Are comparing me with one of your whores? I'll have you know, I'm actually a virgin!" I yell.

"Wait, Wait. Back up. You're a virgin?" He raises an eyebrow.

"W-What? D-Did I say that?" I stutter.

"You're right. This was a bad idea." He says. "I don't want to be your first."

"Why not..?" I question.

"Because you wouldn't want a low life piece of shit like me to be the one." He says.

"Says who?" I huff.

"Says me." He says crossing his arms.

"What if I WANT you to be my first?" I ask.

"You wouldn't. So don't fuck with my head like that." He snaps.

"You don't know what I want." I roll my eyes.

"Well, what I want you to do is, to stop talking about this. It's not gonna happen." He says.

"You intrique me, Billie Joe Armstrong. You really do." I sigh. "Why would you think so low about yourself?"

"Drop it, Sloane. I don't wanna talk about it." He growls.

"Fine then. Take me home." I say.

"What? No it's like 2 in the morning." He says.

"Yes. Take me home." I demanded.

"Stop it. You're acting like a brat." He groans.

"You are a brat." I scoff.

"Jesus fuck. Okay! I'll take you home." He grumbles. "Just let me get my keys."

I slip on my shoes and follow him out the side door that lead to the garage.

"You irk my nerves." He says.

"Good." I huff. The car ride was silent. We pulled into my driveway and I got out.

"Sloane, wait." He sighs. "I'm sorry."

"Okay." I answer before walking into the house.

Men are stupid.