Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 8: Glares

2 weeks later
Bandit's POV

School. Ew, why? Back to all hell we go huh? Hm, more first impressions... what do I dare wear? Something that's not a band shirt would make sense... the struggle to find a plain shirt. I grabbed a plain black shirt, jeans, and red flannel. Plain and normal! I put on my makeup and shoes and grabbed my back pack with nothing in it but a bag of lunch.

I trudged downstairs and ate a bowl of cereal. I went back upstairs because I forgot my bracelets. I tend to wear half an arm full of wrist bands.

I went into the garage and grabbed my skateboard. "Hell. Here I come," I said aloud and made my way to the high school. I walked into the lobby and saw people talking. I went into the office. "Bandit Coleson I assume," the lady said.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Here's your schedule, the principle will meet with you after school, he's busy this morning," she said with a smile so forced I wanted to back away.

"Thanks," I smiled anyway. I walked out into the lobby, awkward new kid alert!

I leaned against the wall and looked around. No Tré, Mike, or Billie. Where are they? I swear if they skip the first day of school. I shook my head at the thought. The bell rang and I walked to my locker. At least I knew where that was from coming here last week.

I grabbed my math things. I don't even know what math course I'm taking. I better be in Calc. If I have to repeat a course I'm gonna be mad. Room 410. Where the hell is that?!

"You look lost," someone came up to me, he looked familiar. Jake.

"I totally am," I sighed.

"Ah, 410. That's the first room down that hall," he pointed to a hallway to my left.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"No problem," he nodded and walked away.

I walked to my class and I sat in the front corner of the room. Throughout the class I was alone. No friends and I'm anti-social so this isn't happening. The bell rang and I grabbed my History binder. 503. Great, now where's that?!

I walked down a hallway and it was the 600's so I went to the other and found the 500's. Thank god this place is small. I went down to the end and went into 503. Once again... no friends. I sat at a row meant for three people by myself.

I hate this. I wish I knew where the hell Billie was. Or even their schedules or how to navigate this damn school. Anything!

The bell rang, study hall. Well, I have no homework to do! I grabbed my book out of my locker and tried to find this damn classroom. 409. Where was the 400 hallway again?

"Bandit!" I heard a voice.

I turned around and saw Billie. "You're alive," I said.

"Yeah, where you headed?" He asked.

"409," I told him.

"Me too, come on," he said and I followed him to the class.

We sat down together and talked the whole time because none of us had homework. It's the first day, all we got was a syllabus for the year. A few girls gave me dirty looks.

"So what other classes do you have today?" Billie asked.

"I have lunch next, then I have Chemistry, and last I have music," I told him.

"We have those together," he smiled.

"Oh thank god," I let out a sigh of relief, "I'm a lonely person."

"What about to tomorrow?" He asked.

"Umm," I looked at my schedule, "Spanish, P.E., study hall again, lunch, mythology, then advanced English."

"We have P.E., depends on what study hall, lunch, and mythology together," he told me.

"At least we have a few classes together," I said.

"Yeah, you might have some with Mike and Tré too," he added.

"I'll ask them later," I shrugged.

After study hall we went to lunch together. I sat at a table with Mike, Billie and Tré. I kept seeing other girls looking at me. What the hell?

"I'll be right back," I said and I walked over to Dayna.

"Oh hey Bandit!" She smiled.

"Hi," I returned.

"How's your first day?" She asked.

"Pretty good, a little weird though," I told her.

"How so?" She asked.

"Every time I'm with Billie Joe people, girls specifically are giving me funny looks," I explained

"It's because they know how Billie is. He breaks hearts, and they never get over him and you're the pretty new girl," she shrugged.

"But it's not like that with me and him," I said.

"Well you know that, I know that, we know that," she gestured to the other girls at the table, "but people who don't know you will think otherwise. So just ignore it they're just making assumptions."

"Okay, thanks. I'll see you later," I said walking away.

"Bye," she waved. I sat with the boys through the rest of lunch and then throughout the rest of the period and music I got stares. It's all I could notice. I noticed that over what was actually going on around me.

We went to chemistry and sat at a table together. We got to pick our partners so Billie and I stuck together. Again, glares they looked like they wanted to gut me or throw me off a cliff.

After class I parted from Billie and was walking to the principle since he wanted to meet 'the new student'. I was stopped on the way by a girl.

"Bandit, right?" She asked.

"Yes, and you are?" I replied.

"Lisa, everyone's taking notice that you and Billie Joe are close," she said.

"Yeah, he's a good buddy," I nodded.

"Yeah, 'buddy'," she rolled her eyes, "just a fair warning that he'll be tired of you in a month or so. He gets what he wants from a girl then leaves and if he doesn't get it, he leaves. So don't expect to be your friend for very long."

"And don't expect me to believe that," I said annoyed and walked away. Billie can't be that much of an ass can he? He's so sweet and funny. Or is that how he gets girls with his charm? What am I doing? I need Gerard...