Billie Jean [h.s]

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Monday Evening
Billie Jean

After school I stood by the front doors of the building trying to go under as a bystander than a friend or a certain someone's sister.

I sculpt the perimeter shooting my head side to side making sure not to see a friend or Tony in sight.

I caught glimpse of Tony, Tyrone, and Keith or the stone rocks out front with a few girls around school. They seem to be laughing and goofing around not paying attention until Tyrone head turns towards the door catching eyesight of me.

I shoved myself out of view my back against the wall breathing heavy hoping that he'd just continue talking.

I felt the urge to peek once more, I pulled my head around the opening of the front door to see him footing toward the front door with purpose.

Shit.

I pulled myself from the spot and started speeding myself further into the building, my legs moved with passion and my heart seemingly increased.

I'm trying to get out of here unseen and for some reason Tyrone seeing me makes a gurl break a sweat.

Maybe because the person I want to see is the person he's looking for.

I turn my head back seeing him behind me following me just as I thought.

A nightmare.

"Billie Jean." he calls as I hit the corner with force. I took off running down the hall in my platforms not caring at this point.

I didn't want to talk nor have a conversation with him. Harry says he's no good and he's done bad things. I don't want him to be a bad guy in my story. I actually don't want him in my story at all.

"Billie, why are you running?" he screams from behind hearing the sound of slamming boots hit the ground rapidly.

Oh God.

My arms swayed side by side quickly, my hair brushing in the wind of the race, and my heart pumping against my chest loudly.

I could shit myself at this moment. I'm going to if he catches me.

I was getting towards the end of the hall jabbing a quick left slamming into someone, the impact made the both of us to hit the floor painfully.

"Billie, what the hell?" Dawn's voice shouted sitting on her bum looking over at me.

"Help me. He's following me." I gasped in sheer panic, my hands shaking viciously lifting myself and looking back hopping he wouldn't hit the corner.

"Billi-"

" please." I pleaded as Dawn lifted herself pulling my arm and dragging me into the door across from us.

Once entering the classroom she shut the door behind us, only a few seconds later we heard harsh footsteps run down the hall while she peeled through the window within the door.

"Was that Tyrone?" Dawn whispers to me as I leaned on one of the desk pulling my book bag from my shoulders.

I swallowed harshly trying to catch my breath.

"Was it? What is he doing chasing you?" she questions me walking to the desk I stationed myself on.

"I don't know." I uttered clenching the desk trying calm my shaking arms and rapid heart beat.

" What do you mean you don't know? What is going on, Billie Jean?" she continued to attack me with questions.

"I don't know! I don't fucking know!" I screamed at her shoving my mess of curls from my sweating face and falling to the floor in a squat trying to capture a breeze from the floor.

There fell a plague of silence within our presence as I try coping with the panic and fear coursing through my veins as Dawn stands above me waiting for me to come down from fright train.

"Were you with Tyrone? Is that why you couldn't tell Robin your whereabouts?" Dawn whispers making me feel sick.

" No." I uttered shaking my head brushing back my curls. " I don't know what he wants with me. I'm just trying to find someone."

"Why couldn't you tell Robin that, huh?" Dawn asked sitting next to me as she placed her small hand on my back caressing me. Trying to soothe my worries.

" Because she'd freak out." I breathe out not looking at her as she hums in thought.

"How bad could it be? Is it a boy?" Dawn asks while I nod in response as Dawn giggles.

"Why would Robin be mad at you over a boy? If anything she'd be happy, Billie."

" Yeah." I laugh softly as she smiles at pushing my curls back a bit getting a glimpse of my face. She studied my face for a few moments.

"But there's more isn't?" Dawn asks in a hush grabbing my hand in comfort. I nod to her as her doe eyes were fixed on me.

I sniffed quietly, tears threatening to leave my eyes.

The silence of the room was overbearing and my heart was pulling to say to confess it.

I chewed away at my bottom lip as a single tear squeezed from my wild eyes.

"Billie-"

"Please don't judge me." I begged my chin trembling and my face heating up.

"What's the matter?" Dawn clanged to our molded hands searching for answers.

Complete hopelessness converted into more tears that raced down my face in lightening speed.

"I'm falling in love with him."

"Honey, falling in love with who?" Dawn asked pushing my hair behind my ear still searching. 

I gasped for air, scared to admit the truth. I was afraid that this would ruin who I am. That'll I have no one, but my heart is asking to be heard.

"I'm falling in love with a white boy."

I felt Dawn heart stop, her hand loosened within mines and her hand froze in my ear.

She hates me now.

I cried harder feeling that I made the wrong mistake telling her, but suddenly she pulled me into her arms as I collapsed into her chest. Her arms wrapped around me like a snake. One head placed upon my head and the other rubbing my back as I cried the guilt I was holding away.

"It's okay honey." she hums. " Ain't nun wrong with falling in love."

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