**Aimees POV**
"BILLIE!" I screamed excitedly, running towards my boyfriend and embracing him in a huge bear hug.
"Hey babe! s**t, I haven't seen you since Friday! Whats up?" Billie asked, arm around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss.
I smiled into his kiss and tugged softly at his messy black hair.
When we pulled away from each other I told him all about my day so far.
"You missed lunch... where were you?"
"Ahh...ummm.....I was....in the Principals office." He replied, bright green eyes looking to the tiled floor.
"Why do you look so sad? What happened in there?" I asked, scared.
"Babe, I'm...I'm dropping out of High School."
"What? Why?" I asked, shocked and confused.
"Me and the band... we're gonna make it BIG, Aimee. Sweet Children isn't going to play at Gilman Street forever, you know. Besides that, we both know I can't do it. I can barely survive now and adding school to the mix just makes it worse... I have no time for the band."
I stood there, dumbstruck. I couldn't find the words to describe what I was feeling.
"When did you decide on this?"
"Last week... please don't be mad at me?" He stared down at me, pleading with his eyes to give him mercy.
"I'm not mad at you," I sighed "I could never be mad at you, Bill."
"Good. Then everythings okay then....lets skip Bio and go to BK," Bille said, excitedly. "I wanna go over the plans we have for the next couple of months until we get that record deal--" I cut him off mid-sentence.
"Wait a minute, slow down! You mean Tre and Mike are dropping out too?"
He looked at me funnily and laughed, "Well, I haven't told them yet. But schools almost over and I was thinking we could all get an apartment.........." I stopped listening and watched the sun through the window, thinking about everything he just told me.
I thought I could strangle him right then.
"Billie?" I interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"Lets skip Bio and go to BK. Then yoy can tell me all about this plan, okay?"
"Hey! That was my idea!" He exclaimed, playfully punching my arm.
"Quit it, Bill that hurt!" I said, in all seriousness. I was hurt.
"Why? I do it all the time, babe! Whats wrong with you today?" He asked sweetly, reaching for my face and caressing my cheek with his thumb.
"It's....nothing. I'm sorry," I smiled up at him with damp eyes.
"Okay," he smiled. "Lets go!" He took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. I smiled.
He really WAS crazy...
**Aimees POV**
Billie needs to shut up... I can't stand any more of this. He's crazy for thinking I'd drop out of High School the year I'm supposed to graduate for HIM. He doesn't even want to go to the Prom with me. I've been looking forward to Prom all year and now I have no one to go with. I hate Billie Joe.
"Babe, whats wrong? Aren't you happy for us? I thought you'd be all over me right about now, telling me how brilliant I am," He said, cocky smile on his face.
"No, Billie! I'm not happy and I will not drop out of school for you. I have absolutely NO reason to. I make decent grades and it's not my fault you don't want to commit. I mean, I thought we were going to Prom together? You promised me... Billie, I care about the band. I care about you, and I don't want to see you bumming off of me for money if Sweet Children DON'T make it big. You're just barely starting out with this band thing, and I don't want to see you hurt. All I'm saying is just don't get your hopes up," I said, grabbing my keys from my purse.
"Where are you going?! Wait, Aim--" He cried, grabbing my hand from across the table.
"Billie," I half-whispered, pulling my hand back.
"I love you, Aimee. Please... I'm begging you. Don't leave me." He said, trying to look cute but ending up looking plain pathetic.
"I'm going back to school. I'll be at Tres if you want to talk." And with that, I turned and walked away.
** Meanwhile, in the boys locker room**
"Dude, I hate this. Gym should be outlawed in public school..." Mike complained, throwing his extra gym shirt at Tre, who caught it on his head.
"Yeah I know.. Hey Mike? Do you think ah---Aimee would consider going out with me?"
"What? Tre, she has Billie... I thought you guys were only friends..."
"I know but, I've liked her for a long time and I want to be with her. But I dan't wanna hurt our friendship." Tre said, pulling the shirt over his head.
"Thats pretty complicated, man. I don't know what to say except to wait... Wait until shes available. Then go for it. She likes you, you're almost like her brother... and she trusts you too. I think you got a better chance than anyone."
"Thanks," Tre said, smiling. "I just hope she feels the same way..."
"Well, we better hurry up or we're gonna be late for class." Mike said, closing his locker.
"Yeah..," Tre said. "Sure."
**End of Meanwhile**
**Tres POV**
"Tre!" someone screamed from behind me. I turned around to see a familiar face. She beamed up at me, holding a plastic bag.
"Hey! Whats in the bag?" I asked, curiousity taking over.
"A present," she smiled. "For you."
"Me? Why?" I asked, confused. "It's not my birthday or anything..."
"I know. I just felt like getting you something."
She was definetly up to something.
"Oh yeah? Well, what is it?"
"Not telling."
"Whhyyyy?!"
"Because I want you to guess," she smiled wide, putting the bag behind her back.
"Ummmm, is it a box of condoms?"
"Eww no," she made a silly screwed up face. It was cute.
"A CD?"
"No. Guess again."
"I give up."
"Okay then." She handed me the bag and I reached in and grabbed what felt like a rolled up piece of clothing. I pulled out my own shirt, the one I left at her house when we were kids. We used to have sleepovers in the living room... I wish I could do that again...
I smiled. "Aww, where'd you find this? I remember I was looking for it forever..."
"I just found it yesterday in the trash can. I guess my Mom thought it was old and trashy, so she threw it in there. Luckily I noticed it and washed it. I thought you'd want it back."
"Thanks. I'm gonna put it on..." I winked, taking off my hoodie.
She laughed, "Here? Tre, you're crazy..."
Yeah I am. I'm crazy about you.
I managed to pull the shirt over my head, and looked down to examine it. It was a faded Sex Pistols shirt that rode up past my belly button. She poked my naked belly, making me laugh and almost fall over.
"Hahahahahaha, Tre thats so cute. I have to take a picture of this..." She took her beloved camera out of her Clash messenger bag. She never went anywhere without that camera.
I posed for her several times and she laughed and clicked the camera for what seemed like 10 minutes.
I looked at my watch and realized I had been in the school for way too long. And the bell rang 30 minutes ago...
"We better get going. You comin' over?" I asked, slingiong my bag around my shoulder.
"Yeah," she said, putting her camera back in her bag.
The band, Tre said, had a gig at Gilman that night. Did I want to come, he asked? Not really. It's not like I don't care its just i can't stand to see Billie Joe right now... but of course I couldn't let Tre down so I guess I'm going out tonight.
"Lets go to my house so I can get ready... and you can wait and hang out until its time to go," I suggested.
"Sure. I'm already ready so lets go," Tre said, grabbing his drumsticks on the way out the door.
We got in my car, me in the drivers seat and Tre in the passengers side. I turned the key in the ignition and it revved for 2 seconds before blasting my favorite band, The Clash, through the speakers.
Tre jumped two feet, "God, Aimee! Still haven't gotten used to that yet...." And with that, he turned the volume down to Grandma approval level.
He KNEW this annoyed the Hell outta me... yet he did it every time.
"Grrrr Tre! I told you a million times not to touch the radio!" I said, turning the volume up and sticking my tounge out at him. Childish, I know. But Tre is the biggest kid and who can blame me for letting him rub off on me? Uck....I shouldn't say that...thats innuendo if I ever heard it.
Tre = King of annoying. Not good.
"Trrreeee, c'mon its my car! Leave the radio alone. Please?" I asked when he turned the volume down again.
"Don't touch the radio!" I said, smacking his shoulder.
"Okay...."
I trembled. Really trembled, because he was currently really fricken close to my face.
"Tre, quit it. Let's just get out of here," I said, putting the car in gear and pulling out of the driveway.
At that point he sat back in his seat, motionless and silent.
***AT AIMEES HOUSE***
"God, mum! Clean up your ******** tampons!" I shouted, even though my mum wasn't home, when I tripped over an empty box of tampons. Tre giggled.
"So angry! And such foul language! You should be ashamed of yourself," He said, ******** you, Tre."
"Gladly..."
"WHAT?!" My cheeks probably bright red now.
"Sorry..." Tre said, defeated.
"Whatever. C'mon," I smiled widely, racing Tre up the stairs to my room. I won, as usual.
I walked into my room, closing the door right in his face, panting for air.
"Eeeerrgghhhh okay fine. Be that way." I could see him pouting through the crack in the door.
"Tre, I'm getting dressed. Just wait one sec! Geez," I said, rummaging through my dresser to find a decent outfit to wear.
After about 5 minutes of searching, I finally picked out a black skull tank and a frayed jean skirt with a studded belt, topped off with a chain choker and red tear drop earrings. I brushed my hair and re-did my makeup. I put on heavy eyeliner, red eyeshadow, and glittery mascara. I slipped on my red Convers low-tops and grabbed my keys.
When I finally came out of the room, I didn't see Tre anywhere. Maybe he was downstairs.....
"BOO!"
I literally jumped off the ground, turned around (hey that rhymes), and came face-to-face with Tre. The evil one.
"I hate you," I said, rolling my eyes. He didn't say anything back, just looked at my clothes, mouth open.
"What the hell Tre? What are you looking at?"
"You... I mean," he blushed, "Isn't that MY skirt?!"
He covers up pretty lamely.
I laughed anyways and leaned into his chest, sighing tiredly.
**AT GILMAN STREET**
It was there, in front of the stage where Sweet Children would be playing, that I saw Billie sucking off some other girls face.
Apparenly, he didn't know I was coming because when I stomped over and hooked him in the mouth, he acted surprised enough.
I didn't stick around to see what he'd say, I just let him look up at me from the floor, my own eyes wet. I ran back out to my car, then locked myself in, blasting the music as loud as I wanted and cried.
I swore at myself for even letting myself be here, feircly trying to wipe off the black makeup streaming down my face. God, now I looked like s**t. Might as well go home...
BANG!
Or maybe not...
My head shot left, where I heard the bang and I caught a glimpse of a skinny looking guy with broad shoulders slamming a girl about my age against a wall.
All I could see was her hair because his face was looming over hers. It was pretty; long and jet black with dyed red streaks.
I really hope he doesn't hit her...
SMACK!
That hit a nerve.
I flipped open my cell phone and dialed the police just when he slapped the girl across the face again, this time harder. I paniced as a female voice came on the phone...
Police woman: Hello, this is Daria, how may I help you?
Me: Theres a big guy, hes beating up a girl who looks about in her teens. I dont know what to do....
Police woman: Hold on we'll be right there
Click.
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