"Get out," Miss Davis, the English teacher, sighed. Her arm extended as it pointed to the door.

I dropped the tambourine that I had taken out of the music trolley, that was normally just forgotten about at the back of the class, as it hit the floor. Creating a loud crash as everyone laughed again. "Gladly." I smiled. Giving Eden one last grin before I walked out the room.

I wandered around the empty halls, looking through some classrooms and being distracting. Before I decided to see what Billie was doing right now.

I walked to his classroom and looked through the glass through the door. The class was empty. Completely. No Billie Joe. So I walked in.

I slowly looked around. His normally cluttered desk was completely clean. By clean I mean empty. Nothing was on it.

I walked over, sitting carefully in the chair as I pulled a draw open. Which was also empty.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled, pulling another one out.

Empty. Then another, the last one. Empty.

Where had everything gone? Had he moved classrooms?

I got back up, walking around the desks.

I winded in and out, through each row as I looked at the pin boards where Billies class tasks were. Everything from the push pin boards had been removed. The only things left were little holes that were traces of what was once there.

Apart from one singular red pin, which I pulled out as I kept pushing it in the board leaving marks.

He must've moved class rooms or something, every subject moves lessons.

Due to the lack of classrooms, and how half of our classes were double used for another subject. Sometimes there was mid functions in the schedules, or reasons for the time tables to be moved around. So it wasn't an odd thing to have class in one room and then the next time be moved across the hall or sometimes to the other side of the school.

"What are you doing in here!"

I dropped the pin jumping, looking over to the door expecting Billie. Which would have been a relief.

But it wasn't.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Language!"

There she stood. My god she was back.

The old hag. The one that resembled the witch in Snow White. The person who probably had cursed my whole life away.

My old music teacher. The witch like hunched back oldie.

"Go to the principals office right away, one thing I have not missed is this behaviour." She rolled her eyes. Pulling out that little note pad she wrote her notes on she sent students along with out her back pocket as she made her way to the desk. Her terrible posture showing as she leaned on the surface scribbling a note.

I quickly walked over to her, much to say. "You're back?"

"And a shame,"

"Why are you back, I thought you left?"

She took the paper and ripped it out. Before holding it out for me to take and grunting. "Back operation,"

I wanted to say. 'Not surprised' as a joke to how her posture was literally the shape of a banana. But I didn't even care about whitty humour right now. "So Mr Armstrong was just a temporary teacher?"

She nodded, moving the paper in her hand again telling me to take it.

I snatched it off her, as she walked back to the desk and I followed.

"Well where did he go?" I asked, she sat down at his desk. Giving me a careless shrug. "When did he leave?" She shrugged again. "Is he coming back?"

"Miss Valentine. Principals. Now,"

I looked at her with an expression which was me pulling my anger back. Before I walked out the room collectively, only just mumbling "Useless fossil," under my breath.

I read the note as the bell went. The halls filled up quickly, but I shoved past everyone impatiently trying to reach the office.

The piece of paper rambled on about inappropriate language and quoted what I said. Saying how this wasn't at all okay to come out with and she ordered serve punishment. Old bag.

Reaching the office, I kicked the door open still reading the piece of paper.

"I got sent here with this piece of paper," I mumbled looking up as I held the paper up slightly.

Interrupting something, because Billie was sat in office with Mr Wilson.

"Mallory, you know the rules. Wait outside, I'll call you in when I'm finished," he sighed.

I looked over at Billie, who wasn't staring at me. So I huffed walking straight back out again to sit on one of the very uncomfortable chairs in the hallway.

What the fuck is going on?

I played on my phone for a while. Humming random tunes and occasionally putting my phone away when a teacher walked past.

The meeting or whatever lasted about fifteen more minutes, but felt like a life time.

Mr Wilson saw Billie out the office. Saying something to him before Billie nodded with a smile walking down the halls.

I gave him a confused look, but his eyes were on me for a second. So I don't think he saw it. He just kept walking.

Gosh, he really was mad at me. I didn't know he was being serious about all this. I mean- sure. I knew I had upset him. But not this much?

"Let's see that slip then," Mr Wilson told me, as I followed him into the office.

I breathed out passing it him over. We sat down at opposite sides of the desk as he read it. Giving me such a tired look. "Really?"

"It slipped out,"

"Mallory this isn't appropriate you know I-"

"-Where's Mr Armstrong going?" I cut him off. Trying not to sound worried or anything.

"Off topic,"

"But where is he going? Did he get fired? What did he do-?"

"Nothing, he's not getting fired. He was here temporarily filling in. So he's-"

"-But what about my test?"

"You'll still be doing it, just-"

"-No you don't understand. I don't learn with out Mr Armstrong," I stressed.

He looked at me and shrugged with a look on his face that there wasn't much he could do. "I'm sorry Mallory, there's nothing I can say,"

"So what am I suppose to do?"

"Well it looked to us that you had returned back to your old ways anyway,"

"What? This? No- no this was just me having my fun. I'm not a bad kid again I was just having my fun!"

He shrugged again.

I huffed dramatically. Pushing myself out my chair before I left out the office.

Maybe there was a tiny chance I could catch him in the parking lot or something? Or maybe he would run straight over me.

I tried to run in the hallways with out it looking too sketchy. Before I pushed the back doors open into the parking lot.

Most of the car spaces were filled because of how it was mid day of school. There was no need for most vehicles not to be. Belonging to students and teachers.

I knew what his car looked like. I had been in it before.

We made our way to his car. It was a sleek, black- very clean- and huge car. The kind of car that said 'hey! Look at me and my money!'. Or the kind of car that would be owned to someone who was definitely more than wealthy.

I couldn't really see it. So I walked looking around. The parking lot was still. Nothing was moving, it would've been easy to see him pulling out. That was if he hasn't already drove away.

I was starting to feel as if he already made his way back home after a moment of walking around searching.

*BEEP*

I spun around, a car close to me.

"Watch it you dick!" I screamed.

The window rolled down. Before his head popped out. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Looking for you!"

"Why!?"

"Where are you going!?"

"Home Mallory,"

"You never told me this job was temporary,"

"I didn't think I needed to!"

"You didn't think at any point!? What about the deal we made? With my test huh!?"

"Well with the way you're going I don't think you'll be getting the marks,"

"So now you've just lost all complete faith in me?" I asked feeling a little put down, as my hands fell to my sides.

"No- Mal that's not what I meant,"

"Y'know what, no you're right. I probably won't get the marks. Or the grade you want. Not with out you here anyway. I only studied for you. I only put effort in for you. I only tried for you. I only did anything for you. Because you had faith in me and I didn't wanna let you down because you was the only one who ever cared. And now you don't so what's the point?" I asked him.

"Mallory that's not at all what I was saying. I still believe in you-"

"-Then stop, I would hate to disappoint you for a second time,"

He looked at me confused. Before he opened the car door and climbed out, walking over to me. "What are you talking about for a second time?"

"I saw the way you looked at me when I got in that fight. I know as a teacher you don't understand- but he was pushing me Billie. Like the way I push you, when I get you angry. He was testing me. I have a rage I sometimes can't control- that's not my fault? You even said it yourself. Remember? You said you believed in me. Believed. Past tense-"

"-I didn't mean that- I was angry. I still believe in you with everything in me,"

"Just because I've got a reputation back doesn't mean I completely went back to who I was. I was still doing work, I just went back to goofing off sometimes. That was all,"

"I know that, I still believe in you it wasn't like that-"

"-Then what was it like?"

"It was like nothing. I didn't mean it. Stop making me repeat myself, you know I still believe in you,"

Course I did. Maybe that's what upset me the most.

He still believed but he was willing to tell me he didn't. He still had faith in, when he shouldn't. No one should.

This was one of the many things I enjoyed being the idiot in school. No one 'believed' in you. No one had 'faith' in you. In fact, no one cared.

You got bad marks? No surprise. You completely flunked the test? Thought so.
You forgot to revise? Why wouldn't you?

There's no expectations to reach. There's no one you have to disappoint. Cause everyone was already disappointed a long time ago.

And I liked that. I liked that the most.

But I also liked the feeling of someone caring. That's what was confusing. I didn't know the most if I wanted to believe when he said he didn't care. Or believe myself when thinking he still secretly did.

"I missed when no one cared,"

"You don't mean that,"

"I do," I assured him. "I miss when no one was bothered. I hated the expectations you set me to,"

"But-"

"-but I loved them at the same time. You made me believe in myself for the first time. But now I don't care anymore. Maybe I don't want the CD anymore. Maybe I do-"

"-All I asked from you was to stop acting this way. Why do you want to be forgotten about and uncared for?" He didn't seem so apologetic anymore.

"Because I like it that way! I like playing up, I like being stupid, I like skipping classes and I like doing bad things. I do bad things, and I do them well. I never claimed to be a monster. I never claimed to be the devil. I never claimed anything because I didn't want the expectations. I claimed to be myself. A result of my own life,"

"You talk shit,"

"I talk how I feel, you just can't handle it. No- you can't handle me,"

"Handle you?" He snorted from laughter. "I tamed you for weeks,"

"Now look, not anymore,"

"You wanna be a trouble maker? You wanna go do stupid shit and waste your life? Go ahead. I won't apologise for seeing potential in you," I saw he was starting to become aggravated. But I didn't care. Not right now anyway. Maybe I would later. Who knows?

"And I won't apologise to you for anything. I don't owe you anything,"

"You never did owe me anything. You did it all yourself. You wanted to be better. I saw it in you don't even stand here and lie to me,"

"I wanted to make you feel like I wasn't a lost cause like everyone made me out to be,"

"See, that's the thing. No one ever made you out to be anything. You give yourself those titles. You want to be a lost cause. You want to be troubled. You enjoy being a pain in everyone's ass!"

"Yeah! Maybe I do!"

"Why!? What is up with that!?"

"You sound like Tyler,"

"So maybe he's right,"

"Oh fuck off." I scoffed unbelievably, before walking off.

"No! Mal I didn't mean that!" I felt him grab my arm. I turned to look at him as he quickly let go, realising what he did.

"You say a lot of things you 'don't mean',"

"I say a lot of stupid things,"

"Then use your brain next time." I hissed harshly, before walking out the parking lot. And this time he let me. And I was successful with leaving.