"Oh my god I'm so excited for the dance!" Kim cried as we sat in math together.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! Ugh, I can't believe I'm going with Gerard. He's so adorable and funny and nice and he's so..." She went on and on. I gazed over at Mikey who was incredibly focused on the assignment in front of him. He is so cute...

"Y/n..." I hummed, "Did you hear what I said?"

"No, sorry..." I gazed back at her.

"Ugh, well anyways, he's like... so amazing. I can't wait for the-"

"Hey guys." Frank sat down with us.

"Hey man," Mikey greeted, "Do you get any of this shit?"

"No," Frank answered, "I'm just the TA."

"Do you?" I shook my head, Kim did as well, "We're so gonna fail this class..."

"I don't think I even care..." I confessed. Mikey dropped his pencil on the table and held his face in his hands. Then he sighed.

"This shit is so fucking confusing..." I gazed at my own worksheet. Only two problems had been done. But of course they were the only ones done with the teacher.

"Maybe we should just drop out now..." I joked.

"If this is what it's gonna be like all four years, I might as well..." He yawned, then gazed at me.

"Frank how'd you get through your math class?"

"Dude I cheat on everything. Only way you'll get through to be honest."

"That's fair..." The bell rang just as the words left my mouth. Each of us packed our things and left the classroom.

"See ya in a bit, babe." Mikey waved.

"Yeah, see ya." I waved back, and entered the art room. Gerard was already sat at his desk, we just waved at each other. I took my seat, and began sketching. Class ended fairly quickly. Gerard and I were off to the cafeteria.

Taking a seat next to Mikey, all the boys were chatting away. I didn't take much notice as to what they talked about. My gaze wandered around the room until they landed on a certain boy with dyed black hair and distinct green eyes. He was eating alone today. Neither of his friends seemed too interested in him.

I'm not entirely sure what prompted this, but I got the strange urge to invite him to sit with us. Of course, I didn't do it. Why would I? He looked angry. Was he angry at the world or angry at himself? And why should I even care? Yet, I couldn't pull my gaze away.

He hadn't noticed me, and normally, I wouldn't notice him. But against all odds here I sat, staring, and wondering about this boy. This boy who could decimate my friends and I in an instant, had me feeling sorry for him. Maybe the life of a school bully isn't what it's like in the movies...

"Y/n!" I snapped my head back around.

"What?"

"You okay?" I gazed at my friends, still somewhat out of it.

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine..." I sent a quick glance back at Billie, but he was gone.

"Okay well can you give us your opinion? Is the first Halo better than the second? Mikey and Ray say no and Frank and I say yes..." He then went on to explain the pros and cons of each game.

"What?" His words sounded like gibberish to me.

"Well personally, I like the first one because..." I couldn't even comprehend what he was saying.

"I uhm... I don't really care..." They just stared at me as if I were alien, "I mean, I've played the first one the most and I really like that one..."

"I say it counts! Haha!"

"I don't understand what this accomplished..."

"That the first Halo is better than the second!"

"So what? Is it that big of a deal that someone likes a different game than you?" They stared at me again, "Stop looking at me like that! God!" I stood up and grabbed my things.

"Wait, where're you going?" Mikey asked.

"I dunno... I'm tired!" And with that I walked away. Quietly I wandered the empty hallways of the school. I had my earbuds in as I balanced along the painted stripe that went down the middle of the halls. Man those guys are so lame sometimes... it's just me and Sonic Youth now...

Just as I was about to turn, a shadow appeared in front of me. Gazing up I realized Billie was standing there. He still looked rather upset, but I kept my guard up.

"Hi..." He greeted.

"Hi..." I put my arms down and pulled an earbud out.

"Uhm... I'm not good at this shit uhm..."

"What...?"

"I uhm... I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for all the shit I did to you! Okay!?"

"Okay...?"

"I just... I'm an asshole..."

"You just now figured that out...?"

"Yeah, kinda!" He ran his hands through his hair, "Oh god what's wrong with me?"

"Look, I can see you're having a moment here, but I'm not really sure I can do anything. I mean you did hurt my friends..."

"Yeah, I know I did! I'm here apologizing for it."

"Why're you apologizing to me? Go talk to them..."

"I mean I hurt you too..." His voice had become softer, "Not in the physical sense but like... I'm an asshole... I mean I... I drenched you in piss... I am so sorry..."

"Billie if this is because I said I didn't wanna go to the dance with you, I still don't wanna go to the dance with you..."

"No!" He grabbed my shoulders, "I don't care about that! This is much bigger than the stupid fucking dance!"

"Are you on drugs?" He let go of me and sighed.

"I uhm... never mind I guess..."

"Man, I get that you're tryna apologize but I think you should go talk to Mikey. You broke his fucking arm."

"Right..." He ran a hand through his hair.

"You fucked up Pete and Patrick pretty bad too..."

"I know! I've been trying to talk to Patrick all fucking day but he just avoids me!"

"Can you blame him? It's not gonna be easy..."

"Yeah I know... I have a lot to apologize for..."

"How many people have you hurt?" He stood there for a moment, thinking. Then he began counting on his fingers.

"Uhm... a lot..."

"Jesus fucking Christ," I murmured, "Why are you doing this?"

"That's not important... I'm gonna go find Mikey..."

"Good luck." The bell rang. A swarm of students flooded the hallways almost instantly. For only a moment I saw Billie's eyes before becoming completely lost in the crowd. Quickly, I walked off to chemistry class. The boys were already there, chatting away.

"... yeah, but I like the graphics better..." I took my seat, not paying much attention to what they were talking about. When Mikey spotted me his head bobbed up like a puppy dogs. He sat next to me.

"Where'd you go?"

"I just walked around the halls."

"Are you okay? I mean, you seemed kinda upset..."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I've been so tired lately..." I partially lied. He bought it of course. Being tired is probably the best excuse you could have for anything.

"Oh I see, yeah I've been really tired too."

"Listen, I uhm..." I thought for a moment, "Has Billie talked to you at all...?"

"No, why!? Did he hurt you!? That motherfucker..."

"No! I-" But the bell had rung and Mikey had to take his seat. I set my head in hands as the teacher began her boring lecture.

My earbuds were still in my ears, so I wasn't paying much attention. I rested my head on the table as Cocteau Twins played. As I sat there, a paper ball had landed on my desk. Immediately, I gazed around to see Mikey looking at me. I sighed, then unraveled it.

Im so bored

A crude doodle of the teacher sat beneath it. Underneath were more crude drawings and messages from the other boys.

This class is so lame I think I might die

I accompanied my message with a crude drawing of a frog. Then, I sent the message to Pete. As he was writing stuff down, the teacher grabbed the piece of paper.

"What's this!?" She cried.

"Oh shit..." I whispered.

"Wow, Pete, you're so creative!" The sarcasm was heavy.

"That wasn't-"

"Go to the principal's office." Pete sighed, then turned to us. He gazed at us, waiting for someone to say something.

"Okay don't get my boy in trouble I did some of that too." Mikey confessed. I bit my lip, desperately trying not to laugh.

"What!?" Frank's hand shot up, "What?"

"I drew the stink lines!" Her eyes went wide, "And I wrote some of the poetry..."

"Poetry!?"

"Yeah! A haiku!" He stood up and grabbed the page from her. He then recited his writing to the entire class, "Mrs. Foreskin bitch, you treat us all like horse shit, please stop it you stink."

The class cheered as he bowed. She grabbed his jacket sleeve and took him outside of the classroom. Immediately we all began speaking.

"God Frank's a dumbass..."

"Hey, at least I'm not the one getting in trouble..." Pete said.

"Dude you totally owe him one," Mikey chimed in, "You think they'll suspend him?"

"Maybe..."

"Detention at least..." Pete said.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure he'll be fine..." Mikey reassured. The teacher then walked back in.

"Now that that's over, let's get back to the lesson..." Everyone hushed and went back to their seats.

"What'd you do to him?" Gerard asked. Everyone gazed at her, curiously.

"I took him to the principal's office. It's not my decision on what to do to him," She explained, "Though if it were me he'd be kicked outta this school..." She murmured. The bell rung before she could continue her lecture. Everyone raced out of the room.

"Wow, isn't she pleasant?" I joked.

"Oh yeah, she is my favorite teacher ever!" Gerard held a big ol' smile on his face. We all laughed before walking to our classes.

I took a seat in history class. My mind played the events of last class over and over again. Desperately, I tried to keep my laughter down.

"Hi Y/n!" Patrick greeted.

"Hey..." I waved, "Did you hear what Frank did?"

"No..." I explained what had happened, he began laughing.

"I know, right!? It was insane!"

"No way... that's so... wow..." He took his seat as he quietly chuckled.

Class had begun. My earbuds were now playing Echo & the Bunnymen. The sky is blue, my hands untied, a world that's true through our clean eyes, just look at you, with burning lips, you're living proof at my fingertips! I love this song...

Quietly I took notes as the teacher scribbled across the board. Without much thought I began doodling in the margins of my page. Take me internally... forever yours nocturnal me... what does he mean by that? Nocturnal me? Hmm...

"Y/n?"

"Yeah Pat?"

"Can I see your notes? I think I missed something..."

"Yeah, here..." I handed him my notebook. He began jotting things down.

"Did uhm... did you draw these?"

"Yeah..."

"They're really... uhm... they're really... cool..."

"Thanks..." After a few moments he handed the notebook back.

"Are you and Mikey still uhm... still going to the dance... dance together?"

"Yeah, of course. Will we see you there?" He shrugged.

"Maybe... I dunno..."

"It's in two days... damn, it's that close!?" I mostly spoke to myself.

"I guess so..." Patrick began putting his things away. I did the same. The bell rang and we walked out of the classroom side by side.

"Do you have anyone to go with?"

"Me and Pete might go... I dunno though... I might just stay home..."

"Well if you go, I hope to see you."

"Really?" He had a big smile on his face.

"Of course..." I smiled back.

We walked into home ec and took our seats. Ray was sat at our table. Billie hadn't arrived yet. Up until then I had completely forgotten about the strange interaction I had had with the senior boy. I was about to tell Ray about the interaction, but the boy had already walked into the room. The bell rang just as he did this.

"Hi guys..." He greeted, taking a seat.

"Uhm... hi...?" Ray greeted.

"Patrick?" Patrick gazed at the senior with immense terror in his eyes, "I am sorry."

"Wh...what?"

"I'm sorry for hurting you," Patrick just stared, absolutely terrified, "Genuinely, I'm sorry." Billie tried his best to send a nice smile. Patrick's fingers began to shake.

"Billie, what the fuck are you up to?" Ray asked.

"I'm not doing anything!" He spoke so genuinely. None of us could tell if he was messing with us or not, "I'm trying so hard to be better and all you're doing is staring at me."

"Are you fucking with us?" Ray asked.

"No! I'm not doing shit! God..." He sighed, "I'm just trying to be nice. So, Patrick, I'm sorry. Ray, I'm sorry to you too."

"What about Y/n?"

"I already apologized to her."

"What?"

"Yeah, I-"

"Boys! Quiet!" The teacher said.

Tiredly, I watched as Ray sent a curious glance towards Billie. Billie just sat there, doing nothing. By the time class was over, he was sending each of us what appeared to be genuine smiles. Ray caught up to me before I left the room.

"That was really weird, right?"

"Yeah but not as weird as what he said to me at lunch." We walked out of the classroom together. Patrick left us.

"What'd he say to you?"

"Uhm..."

"Y/n, Ray, hi!" Mikey had caught up to us, "What are you guys talking about?"

"She was just about to tell me what Billie said to her."

"What'd he say!?" I explained to them what had happened. Almost immediately the two boys began speaking about how awful Billie is. After awhile I couldn't take it. Before I could take off, we had made it to Frank's truck. Gerard was standing there, Frank was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey man, where the fuck is Frank?" Ray asked.

"I dunno, I haven't seen him since chem class."

"Shit, how the fuck are we getting home!?" Just as he asked, I spotted Frank hightailing it out of the school. A teacher was running after him.

"Gerard start the fucking car!" He threw his keys. Gerard quickly started the car, everyone piled into the truck as fast as we could. Frank jumped into the drivers seat and shut the door, just before the teachers could reach him.

"Go! Go! Go!" Gerard cried. Frank slammed on the gas and drove off as fast as he could.

"Oh my god that was insane!" Frank began, laughing, "Those guys cannot restrain me."

"We're the only ones who can..."

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Holy fucking bingle I'm back!!! Back by popular demand, here I am!!! Hello!!! I got a bunch of chapters written out so I hope u guys like them lol, yeah. Have a glorious day!!! Peace out cheesebags!!!