The Roommate - Trillie

Chapter Nine - A New Beginning

I laid on the hallway carpet, with a bloody nose and bruises in various different places. Sighing, I closed my eyes, not bothering to get up. I felt pathetic. There was no way in winning a fight against Jeff anymore. After all of those years of fighting in high school, he had learned just how to beat me down.

After laying on my back for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, I heard a door creak open, followed by some footsteps.

Tré rushed over to me, and crouched down. "Oh my god, Billie. What—"

I put up a hand. "I'll explain the whole story later. I should probably get up first."

"Oh, right."

As I tried getting up, the pain from my shoulder returned. It was pretty bad too.

"Ah, Tré, help me up."

He helped me up, and we walked back inside the dorm. I sat down on the couch while Tré got me an ice pack for my head. Then he helped me clean up my bloody nose.

As Tré was dabbing at the blood, he looked worried. He glanced up at me, waiting for an explanation.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "You remember Jeff? From Geometry?"

Tré nodded. "Yeah..."

"Well he and I have known each other since 6th grade. We were practically best friends! Except for that time we got in fights for stupid reasons and grew apart. We eventually grew close again, though. In high school, like Sophomore year, we and a few other guys started this small garage band called Sweet Children, and he played a pretty sweet bass."

Tré nodded, and I continued.

"So after our band grew in popularity, we got a gig to play, I can't remember where exactly, but most of our school showed up. It was pretty crowded, y'know, and we were all excited."

I sighed again. "So, anyway, we were in the middle of the song, and that was when some one threw a shoe on stage, hitting Jeff right in the face. I'm still not sure why someone did that, but pretty soon everyone was throwing stuff. You name it, they threw it. And not just at Jeff, we were all getting hit. The band decided to throw stuff back, and it pretty much turned out to be this big fight of throwing things. Security came in, tried stopping it all, but it was so crazy you couldn't tell who was who when people started climbing up on stage. There were people everywhere, and some got physical. I remember someone coming up to me, and literally punching me right in the face."

Tré looked bewildered. "What happened after?"

I ran a hand through my hair. "Well, I was stupid, and decided to swing my guitar at them, but they moved out of the way, and I ended up hitting Jeff. I hit him pretty hard in the back, and he toppled over, landing on his bass. He was pretty upset, and I was freaked out by what I just did. I tried apologizing, but he just glared at me. We ended up getting in a huge fight, and the band broke up right there. It was really just Jeff saying he was done with it all, and the drummer and rhythm guitarist left too. They ended up starting a new band, I think."

Tré gave me a sad look. "Is that really why Jeff hates you so much?"

Sighing, I continued my story. "Nope. After the band broke up, Jeff found it fun to always pick a fight with me, like everyday. I won like almost every time. Hate really grew between us, and we would always do things to get on each others nerves. Then, I made a mistake of starting this stupid rumor about him, that he was cheating on his girlfriend, Amanda, with her sister. Jeff ended up breaking up with Amanda because of all the drama, and I was happy about it. After the big break up, to make Jeff even angrier, I started dating Amanda. We were a happy couple, but she started to ruin Jeff's life because of how mad she was about Jeff's 'cheating'. She would spread even more rumors, and I would help. He grew pretty unpopular, and the whole school hated him. And wow, I really was a jerk—"