I woke up the next morning to someone jumping repeatedly on my bed. I groaned and attempted to kick him, only to have him jump over my legs and laugh at my pathetic attempt. I pulled the thin blanket over my head. Seconds after, Pete pounced on me, I groaned in protest, he only giggled.
“Time for school!” He shouted in my ear, through the blanket. He let me shove him away as he rolled over, still laughing, and left the room. I yawned and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I walked to my dresser and pulled out my clothes.
Tugging a Green Day shirt over my head, it had ‘green day’ written in a green heart, an all black shirt. After yanking on grey skinny jeans, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and plugged in my headphones, shoving it, along with books, into my bag. I pulled on my black converse and a red and black, striped jacket. I walked into the kitchen. Pete stood and asked if I was ready, I just nodded. We made our way to school, Pete finally quiet behind the steering wheel.
I walked to my locker with Pete silently following. I shoved whatever I didn’t need into it and turned to Pete. He was frantically looking around, I’m guessing for his friends. “Looking for someone to annoy?” I asked with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out to me. He glanced over my head and froze. He grinned and ran to whoever was behind me. I turned to see him lift Mikey up in a hug and twirl him around. Mikey was blushing like crazy. I saw Ray and Frank behind the couple giggling at Pete. Frank made his way over beside me to his locker and spun the combination in.
“Is Pete always like this?” He asked smirking. I laughed.
“This is a normal day for Pete, he always acts like this. Just don’t get him excited, he may blow up.” I replied looked back at Pete still holding Mikey as he rambled on about something to the other boys. Frank laughed and continued to rummage through his locker. The bell sounded, alerting us to get to first class. we said our goodbye’s and Pete kissed Mikey on the cheek, causing his face to redden again. I walked to my first class, realizing Bob wasn’t here to talk to me in class.
I walked straight to my desk and sat down, copying notes off the board. I listened to music on my phone while the boring lecture was being taught groggily by my teacher. He didn’t even wanna be here. Go to Hell for Heaven’s sake came on as the bell rang. I glanced at the time not realizing the hour and a half went by quickly. I walked to my next class and sat in the back, as usual. Today we had a free hour so I decided to listen to music again. I started listening to 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins when someone tapped on my shoulder, I took out my earbuds, expecting to see Frank sitting next to me but instead my eyes met a boys. His wide eyes rimmed with eyeliner, more green in them then brown. He wore a button up shirt with a black and white plaid tie. Strange for a student. Along with that, he wore black, tight skinny jeans that still sunk low on his hips. Also, a black leather jacket under a red and black striped scarf around his neck. His Jet black hair standing in every direction. His feet were dressed in red socks with red polka dots, mostly covered by black converse. I’m just surprised his jeans were still a little short to cover his socks completely considering how low his pants hung.
“Hi.” He said simply. I hid the shock I felt. When he spoke he sounded like a man. Actually considering his wardrobe, he resembled a teacher. It was his child-like face that threw me off.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“ I see you like Green Day,” He said gesturing to my shirt, “And Smashing Pumpkins.” I nodded glancing back down at my phone.
“We have some similarities then.” He smiled. I returned the smile, blushing slightly. “I’m Billie, by the way. Billie Joe Armstrong.” I introduced my self and the rest of the class we talked about music and I told him about Pete and he said the name was familiar to him.
“That kid that’s always yelling and laughing in gym with Tre?” He asked I nodded.
“Probably, that sounds like Pete.” I rolled my eyes. Billie laughed.
The rest of my classes flew by in a daze. I found classes repeating themselves, all I did was sit and listen to my music, ignoring the insipid lessons. I cringed when I found myself walking to my last class. I took a shaky breath before walking in, sitting in my usual seat. Alex soon sunk down into his seat. I stared straight ahead, afraid of looking anywhere but the front board. He stared at me like any other day. I sat perfectly still. When the final bell rang. I walked out of the classroom quickly. As soon as I spot my locker I bolted towards it, only to be grabbed by my bag and dragged off to the same Mens restroom. This time Alex didn’t waste time punching my in the gut and jaw. I fell on my side. He took the opportunity to send a powerful kick to my lower chest and stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped my stomach, lying in the fetal position. I heard the door open. I kept my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. whoever walked in scoffed.
“I just punched and kicked her a few times.” Alex said, I heard the smirk in his voice. He seemed to let out the part that he kicked me really fucking hard and it hurt like a bitch!
“Wow, I thought she’d get use to it by now. I’ve done worse than that to you.” The other person smirked. My eyes snapped open. First I saw his hightops, then, as I looked up, his dark skinny jeans. Then his Blink 182 shirt. Then him. My heart stopped, then started beating at an intense pace. My breathing quickened and it began to feel like breathing was the hardest thing to do right now. I just stared at him in shock, unable to move. He laughed at me.
“Nice to see you too, babe. Remember me?” He grinned. Alex picked me up and roughly stood me in front of Jack. Alex joined his side again. Jack put his hand on my cheek, I took a step back only to hit a wall. I felt my body start to tremble. My fear was clear to him because he just chuckled and took a step closer to me. He wrapped a hand around my neck to hold me in place, as he started kissing me. Using all my strength, I managed to pushed him away. “Just go wait in the car, Lex. I’ll be out as soon as I’m done.” Alex nodded and left the restroom. Jack lifted a hand. I squeezed my eyes shut as his fist collided with my nose. I fell to the floor. hiding my face. He decided to kick every part of my body, including my face. He was a lot stronger than Alex was, and more intimidating but maybe that was just my past talking.After he was satisfied, he lent down to my ear. “This is just the begging, babe. Don’t resist next time if you know what’s good for you.” He spat. Then walked out the door. I attempted to stand up only to have my ribs protest and I fell back to the floor. I sat their in agony for a while. When I gathered enough strength to stand up and look at my reflection I almost cried. I looked almost exactly like when me and Jack were dating. On his good days when he went easy on me. I had cuts on my face from his hightops, I lifted my shirt to see some of the cuts on my stomach opened and were gushing with blood. My nose was also gushing and forming bruises were clear on my arms and jaw. I took a few breaths to calm myself then washed the blood off my body. Bruises, cuts, and traces of blood were still visible. I pulled on my jacket and zipped it half way, covering a lot of it. My face still had few visible cuts though. I sighed and walked out knowing theres nothing I can do about them. I walked to my locker. Only to see Pete, Frank, Mikey, Gerard, and Ray standing beside it. They were the only people in the halls now. Pete glanced up and saw me. He was clearly irritated with me. His facial expression changed when he saw my face more clearly.
“What happened?” He asked when I got close enough. bit my lip ring, glad Jack didn’t break it or rip it out. Everyone looked at me then and most of them visually stiffened.
“I-I uh..f-fell.” I said looking at the floor.
“Bullshit.” Pete said. I kept my eyes locked on the ground. “Tell me what happened.” Pete demanded. The recent activities replayed in my head. Including Jack. I was on the verge of tears.
“I’d rather not talk about it, Pete.” I said looking at him. His face softened and he nodded.
“Late then.” He said. I walked past him, out of the school, and waited in the car. Seconds later they filed out of the building and got in their own cars. Pete got in the drivers side. He gave me a sympathetic look. Then drove off. When we got home I took my shoes and jacket off. Threw my bag by the stair case. I heard Pete gasp. I slowly turned to see him staring at the bruises and small cuts on my arms. He pulled me into a hug, not an unusual gesture for Pete. I winced when he squeezed me a little too tight. He immediately let go. “Please tell me what happened.” He said, looking on the verge of tears himself. I looked down and nodded.
“Alex dragged me into the guys bathroom after last bell and punched me in the gut and jaw.” I said breathing becoming a little difficult.
“Gaskarth?” he asked. I nodded.
“Then Jack walked in and...” I didn’t finish. I didn’t need to. I looked over at Pete with tears streaming down my face. He looked like he saw a ghost. He stood suddenly and pulled his phone out, typing things into it, pacing around the living room. I chewed on my bottom lip and rubbed the tears out of my eyes. “Who are you texting?” I asked.
“Mikey, telling him to bring everyone and get over here. I’m telling them.” he said quietly.
“I don’t wanna be down here when you do then.” He just nodded. I climbed the stairs and sat on my bed. I lifted my shirt again to see the blood covered cuts that resembled a latter that climbed up the sides of my stomach. I walked into the bathroom in my room and carefully washed the cuts off. Before changing into red and black checkered pajama pants, I glanced down at my bare legs. My fingers trailed across the scar on my outer thigh. He carved his name into my leg in large letters. Tears threatened to spill. I pulled on my pajama pants and stepped out of the bathroom. I heard the front door open. I sighed and lied on my bed. I decided to listen to music before anyone got a chance to bug me. I let my phone blare whatever song on shuffle. Pierce the Veil- Bullz in the Bronx started playing.
An hour later Pete came up and knocked on my door. He told me since I was with Bob first class, that would be enough muscle to keep Jack away from me, but for the rest of my classes, I’d have to walk with Frank and be careful since he wasn’t very intimidating considering his height. I agreed with him. He went back downstairs. I sat on my bed, soon sleep taking over.

Notes

Annnnd..... There's Billie :D Love that 41 year old kid....He looks like he's 20 something!! nevermind.. ._.