All the teachers noticed the sudden peak in my attitude. The now attention I was paying in my lessons, the effort I was putting into my work, the marks I were suddenly scoring. Everything.

I hadn't had a detention in a while, I was on 'a streak' as Mr Watson called it. All my homework was being handed in on time. I was showing up to classes when I should of been, sometimes even early. For the first time in forever I was like every other student in this school.

I showed up in my music class. Walking in normally and taking my seat besides Vee to realise Mr Armstrong wasn't here yet. Quite odd to say he took pride in himself about always being on time, getting annoyed when other students were late.

"Where is he?" I asked her looking around the classroom confused.

"He was here a minute ago, he forget his stuff in another class. He's in a super bad mood," she told me, really emphasising the words 'super' and 'bad'.

"He is?"

"Yeah, he's really on one. He came in and started shouting almost instantly about nothing, it was actually really intimidating,"

"So what's up his ass?"

"No clue, no one knows. As soon as we left everyone was like 'what the fuck?'." She told me as I laughed slightly.

After my laughter and hers had died down, the door opened as he walked in. Or better yet- stormed.

He made his way to his chair and sat down. Automatically throwing his papers all over it and angrily scribbling on them. Not even acknowledging the class he had in front of him.

We stayed silent, I think everyone was a scared to say something?

"What the fuck is this?" I whispered quietly to Vee.

"He's angry,"

"Erm... Sir?" Tyler said from behind. Everyone automatically looked over at him knowing he just made the worst possible choice.

Tyler you bastard.

I looked back over at Billie who was now looking up, and my got did he look tired. Almost in the brink of death.

"What are we suppose to do?" Tyler carried on with his question behind me.

Billie grunted as he stood up, fumbling around with the papers on his desk before making his way over to the class. Not slamming, but definitely not placing, the papers on before everyone. But he left me... with out a paper.

I looked in front at my desk. My empty desk. Where's my work?

I looked back over at Billie who was back at his table in his stupid spinny chair.

Was he angry because of me? Had I done something wrong?

Suddenly my stomach turned, instantly. Thinking that I could be the reason he was this way, was this what the scowling was for in the café? The looks in the hall? The anger right now? Because... of me? There was no possible way I had pissed off the only teacher who cared.

"Erm... Sir?" I asked out loud confused. He looked up at me, waiting for me to carry on. I swear I saw the devil in his eyes. Making me tongue tied.

He looked at me still waiting, but my god I couldn't even talk. I was literally speechless at this point fumbling for something to say, not sounding too rude. But not completely sucking up to him just because he's angry. But nothing even made its way out my mouth. So I just stared at him with my mouth open making certain noises him 'ehhh' or 'ermmm' trying to think.

"Well speak then!" He finally snapped.

I flinched. Widening my eyes as I looked at him before squeaking out the words. "I don't have work...?"

"There weren't enough sheets." He bluntly said looking back down at his papers.

At first... yeah he scared me a little. But now he's just gonna leave me say here? What the fuck is his problem? "So what you purposely didn't give me a sheet?" I asked him slowly becoming pissed off.

He looked back up at me again. "Get out,"

"What!"

"You heard Miss Valentine,"

"Did you just-" I cut myself off. Realising how stupid it would be to bring up the fact that he called me Miss Valentine angrily in front of the whole class. "Right then," I accepted clicking my tongue. "fine." I slammed my hands on the end of the desk, pushing my chair out as it squeaked on the floor.

I stood up and walked out the classroom, but didn't wait for him there. I went for a stroll along the hallways, if he makes me ruin my streak I've scored I'm gonna be fucking angry.

I wandered the hallways making my way to my locker after a while of peeking through classrooms through the windows and returning to old habits such as pulling faces through them or knocking to catch some people's attention.

God... I missed being immature.

I played with the lock before actually opening it and pulling out a packet of cigarettes, shoving them in my pocket.

"What are you doing out of class?" I heard a voice ask. Panicking I slammed my locker shut to see who's voice it was behind the locker door... Esme.

"You idiot you scared me,"

"Why? What were you doing?"

"I was grabbing these." I told her pulling the packet back out of my pocket and waving them in her face.

"Give me that!" She grunted snatching them out my hand.

"Hey!"

"You haven't smoked in ages! You can't smoke these now you're suppose to be a new person." She said opening her locker beside mine and tossing them in.

The coincidence wasn't that her locker was right beside mine. The coincidence was the fact that the person who ended up having a locker to the left of me was actually a cool girl. The difference? That's how we became friends, seeing each other so often. We went from saying hi, to having mini conversation, to walking together in the halls... to now this.

"C'mon just pass me one," I begged her as she slammed her locker shut. Meaning no. "You bastard,"

"Thanks? Anyway, why are you out of class?"

"I got kicked out," I shrugged causally re opening my locker to see if I still had that one cig that fell out my full pack a while ago, that I accused Esme of stealing although she's never smoked a drag in her entire life.

"What! Why! You was suppose to be good- you didn't ruin your streak did you!?"

"No! No! No I didn't! At least I don't think I did?"

"Alright... okay good. Now why have you been kicked out? What class were you in?"

"Music. I got kicked out by Mr Armstrong because I told him I didn't have any work," I can't seem to find the stupid cigarette... maybe she did steal it after all.

"What!?" She asked me, completely dumbfounded. "Really!?"

"Uhuh,"

"Ooh that reminds me!" She suddenly said changing topic points as she pointed at me.

I closed my locker looking at her waiting for her to add on to her sudden exclamation.

"Why didn't you tell me!" She smiled.

I slanted my eyebrows down looking at her. "Tell you what?"

"About him!"

She didn't know about me and Billie... did she?

Was that why he was angry?

What if it was- what if for some reason it got out and he thought it was my fault. That's why he was getting angry with me and kicking me out his classrooms.

"Who...?" I hesitantly asked her.

She looked at me confused too. I probably must've looked so stupid having to ask her about this supposed person. "Tyler?"

It was like the weight of ten boulders was lifted off my shoulders not hearing her say his name. A breath of fresh air. A feeling off relief. Until my brain kicked in and I actually realised what she just said. "Hold up.... did you just say Tyler?"

"Yes! Don't act like you don't know!" She giggled shoving me playfully. "You should have told me about him!"

"Esme I have no clue what you're saying," I replied played dumb trying to forget the fact that I had kissed him. But how did she know?

"Why are you acting weird? Was I not suppose to find out? Mallory I'm happy for you I-"

"-There's nothing between me and Tyler. He has a crush on me and that's it. Where have you got this idea from?"

"Everyone's been talking about it? You didn't really think you could keep it a secret from me... did you?" She asked... becoming slowly less excited and more annoyed with me for not telling her this thing I supposedly should of known.

"Esme I literally don't know where you've got this from, who told you this?"

"Literally everyone knows,"

"What have they been saying?" I asked her nervously. The one time I was on track with my work and behaviour and I was some how the thing school was talking about.

Before she could answer me, a booming voice grabbed both of our attentions from the bottom of the halls.

"Miss Valentine!"

I rolled my eyes looking at Esme. "It's him isn't it." I muttered to her. She looked at me confused before I turned around to spot Billie looking over at us. "Yeah... I knew it,"

"Good luck." She quietly whispered over my shoulder before I heard her shoes click down the halls leaving me behind.

"What?" I asked him bluntly.

"Where the fuck were you going? I sent you out the class, not on a walk." He grunted walking over to me.

"You sent me out your class, you never told me to wait there," I answered in the same dead tone, leaning on my closed locker.

"Oh don't act stupid y'knew exactly what I meant,"

"Did I? Because I was a little confused when I was sent out of your classroom for no reason!"

"No reason?" He asked me, cocking his head back as he stood in front of me. "You think I wouldn't find out?"

"What?"

"Are you trying to get me in trouble!"

"Billie I don't know what you're fucking talking about!"

"You're worried that we're playing 'teachers pet' and that I'm just using you because I have nothing better to do? But you have a boyfriend while I risk my career!"

"Why does everyone think I have a boyfriend! I don't!"

"Tyler!?"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Oh really!"

"Y'know what! Why does it bother you so much!? Even if he was! Me and you aren't.... a- b- i- a thing!"

"Of course we aren't!"

That hurt.

I know I said it first. And he was simply just confirming for me that we wasn't anything. It still hurt.

My attitude went down. As my heart felt ill.

I didn't love him for it to hurt my heart. But it broke my mind. Because I thought I understood.

I could never get anything right. But the thing between us? Yeah? I thought I got that.

But apparently there's nothing there to get.

I looked back away from the floor. Blinking slowly. "So why are you so angry?" I finally asked him, hurt dripping from my voice.

"I'm not," he breathed out. Still sounding angry but his voice not at a loud volume.

"Yes you are,"

"No I'm not-"

"-if you aren't angry then why did you send me out?"

He didn't answer my question. Just staring away from me.

"Billie?"

He finally brought his eyes at me. I didn't see the rage in them anymore. But I was scared more when I looked into his eyes to find... nothing. Just a blank... meaningless... empty stare. A pair of dead green eyes staring at me like I was anyone else. They didn't have the look they always had, that's when I realised he looked at me differently. Because the way he once looked at me was gone.

What was it the eyes were missing? What had I taken for granted every time he stared at me with that one thing in them?

"I'm not angry," he finally said breathly. "I'm hurt. There's a difference. And there's a line between feeling mad and feeling jealous. A fine line... which I guess I've crossed,"