Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 37: And The Dramatics Begin

Bandit's POV

The next morning I actually got Billie to go to school. It was a hard thing to accomplish, but I succeeded. Mike, Billie, and I were walking up to school.

"Ugh, back to hell," I sighed as we approached the building.

"Kill me now," Billie agreed and opened the door for Mike and me.

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I was sitting in quiet study with Billie. He was writing in his journal and I was doing my math homework. I kept trying to peak at his journal to see what the new song will be like but he keeps catching me.

I tried looking one last time. "Bandit Dean Coleson," he whispered as he held his notebook to his chest.

"Billie Joe Armstrong," I mocked.

"If I don't get to read your songs you no longer get to read mine," he said softly.

"I'll let you read a few some of them are too personal. Yours are being played in front of hundreds of people," I whisper yelled.

"You're impossible," he shook his head and continued writing.

I smiled at him trying to not let out a laugh. I ruffled my hand through his hair and looked back at my desk. Freaking word problems... ew. I was typing shit in on my calculator and felt Billie's hand on my thigh.

I looked at him, he flashed me a smile then went back to writing stuff down. I was busy deciphering another problem when I heard someone else whispering. Normal to hear people whispering in here but I had weird feeling. Then I got the feeling I was being looked at. That weird feeling you get when someone's eyes are basically burning through your body.

What is the teacher mad Billie has his hand on me? I looked up at the teachers desk, not him he was busy writing stuff down. I looked around and saw heads all looking down at their desks working and a few sleeping. Then I reached the far corner of the classroom and saw Dayna and Clarissa. They were looking at their desks with books in their hands. I have no doubt it was them, they don't read, they're pretending to because I looked up.

I looked back down and started writing down my work again then I got that feeling again. Instead of filling lifting my hand I just flashed my eyes up. Yup, it's them. Saying things and staring at me. It can't be a coincidence that they're just looking in my direction and talking. I'm to their far right, them to my far left since the desks were in a square shape. Not that many people look to their right with a disgusted stare when they're having a normal conversation.

I let out a sigh and tried to focus on my homework still. I wish I could make out what they're saying. Billie slipped me his notebook. I picked it up hoping to see a new song. Nope I got a blank page with his messy handwriting in the top corner, "You okay?"

I wrote down underneath it, "we are being watched."

"The teacher doesn't care! it's not even noticeable it's not like we are making out," he wrote back. Nice grammar Beej! Way to capitalize and use commas! (Note the sarcasm)

"It's not that, Dayna and Clarissa are just giving us a look," I passed notebook back.

"Oh they are being jerks who cares?" He handed it back to me and gave me shrug. Still with the grammar...

"I hate this bull crap, that's why I'm a little annoyed," I gave him a look as I handed back.

"Whatever," he write down then flipped the page back to where he was writing. I tried to peak again but the bell rang just before I could read anything. "Bandit Dean Coleson!" Billie said since everyone started talking once the bell rang.