Disclaimer – I don't own any of Dr. Dre's stuff, Lord of the Rings, 21 Jump Street or the song "I Touch Myself" and I do not claim to.
Chapter 2
Tristin walked into the classroom a few feet and looked at his coach. He was hunched over one hand covering his nose protectively, the other bent across his stomach. You see, all of Tristin's siblings were much older than him so Tristin had always been spoiled and was taught to be a little bit of a suck up. Not wanting to further upset his coach, he asked in a concerned voice, "Umm Fuj? What's going on?" Fuj stood up slowly straighter, removing the arm from his stomach, but keeping the one on his nose in place, for it was obvious that it was bleeding. As his neck straightened out, making his eyes align with Tristin's, he gave the boy a death glare with his piercing beady eyes and slowly but forcefully marched out of the room towards the door shoving the kid aside in doing so. Tristin just stood there, afraid to upset the man. Once Fuj was down the flight of stairs by the classroom and out of sight, Tristin took himself out of his state of mezmorization and got out his cell phone, dialing Tommy's number.
"Hey man, what's up?" The sounds coming from a tv in the backround.
"Dude, I don't know. Jess and I were at school by Fuj's class and we saw him and your sister and I think they got in some sort of fight or something."
"Fuck, what'd she do?"
"I don't know but she had like a black eye and he looked like he got his nose broken."
"Black eye? The faggot hit her? Where is she? Is she with you?"
"No, Jesse's walkin' to the office with her. I really don't know what's going on, but man you should have seen the look in Fuj's eyes. He really creeped me out. And this thing with BJ, I don't know I just thought I'd let you know."
"Yeah… Thanks. Tell Jess not to let my sister leave the school yet."
Tommy hung up the phone before he had a chance to hear Tristin's response. They were buds, but Tommy knew that Tristin had some inferiority towards him and that he would do this for him no problem.
The tv was still flickering in the background playing Lord of the Rings for about the 8th time that month. That's what Tommy would do. Unlike his sister who would watch a movie once and then not let herself see it again for at least a year as not to ruin it, if Tommy liked a movie, he would watch it over and over again, take a little break and watch it more and more, seemingly not getting tired of it. Tommy was strange that way. He could never quite get enough of anything really. He wasn't necessarily a greedy person, but he would take what he would get in almost any situation, and unless what he took was an object someone might need, he'd give nothing back. Saying that for the most part figuratively, not in a childish "mine!" sort of way. As a younger child, he would always be really generous and giving, willing to share anything and loved giving gifts. Some part of that in him was still there, but ever since his father had been killed, the stronger part of Tommy had started to subconsciously and maybe even a bit consciously realize that people take. They take possessions they take money and they take life and they take hearts. The giving part of Tommy Hanson started to become dormant as he began wondering what the point of bestowing things upon people was if all life would do in return was to take more precious things away. No amount of things given can make up for all the things lost…
Tommy stood up off from his bed and stare at his tv. There was no remote for it, you had to turn it on and off directly on the television set. Tommy was too deep into thought to even bother turning it off, so he just left his room, lights on and all. That son of a bitch. There's no fucking way you're getting near my sister. I won't fucking let you… Damn it. That psychopathic perv. He shouldn't even be allowed in the school in the first place! Crap, maybe I should have told somebody. If that jackass does anything to hurt her… Fuck! Or me
Tommy walked up the stairs and ran up the driveway towards his car. He got in, key in the ignition, car in drive, pedal to the metal, out of there to the school. At the first stop sign, he turned on the car stereo which was playing California Love by Dre, a song of the type of music that Tommy listens to in almost all situations that prepares him for anything. It's like his hypnotism. Its mesmerizing and soothing yet vibrant hip and beaty.
Bonk! Jesse collided with the wall outside of the counselor's office while Billie on the other hand walked in unscathed. That is except for her black bleeding eye from the confrontation with Mr. Fujinaka.
"Ha, Jess, are you okay?" Billie couldn't help but let out a little giggle as she saw Jesse hit the wall looking like a bobble head as his head flew back. Laughing in times of conflict was a way Billie coped, so she jumped at this opportunity for a mood lightener.
On the way walking to the office, Billie had started emotionally realizing the effects and severity of what she had just done, and what Fuj had done, and although it made her happy to see her plan coming into effect, at that moment her stomach was filled with feelings of fright, nervousness, and even a little bit of guilt.
"Ow. But yeah, I'm fine." Jesse rubbed the back of his head.
"Excuse me. Can I help you? Oh my, what happened to you?" The lady at the desk in the front of the office had at first a ticked off expression in her voice then made a drastic turn to friendly and slightly amused at the point where she asks how Billie is.
"Oh, umm, well… Is Ms. Kepler still here? If so, I was wondering if I could talk to her for a second." It would probably take more than a second, but whatever, I mean it's just like a figure of speech, or you know like something that you say to help get in somewhere, like somehow saying the words "a second" will get you in to see someone or get someone to go talk with faster. Wow shit I'm talking to myself again. Great. No, of course your not a nutcase. Arrrrghhh yes I am. Ha no I'm not. I'm just in a stressful situation and this is my way of coping! Yeah... Okay ima gonna stop now…
"Yes, she is. I'll go see if she's able to see students at this time. You can have a seat over there while I go check." And with that she walked through a door to what Billie knew to be another little hall with more doors to all of the counselors' offices.
Billie sat down to the most centralized of the row of chairs and Jesse to the right of her, neither of them speaking. They sat for a minute or two until the silence was broken by the ring tone "I Touch Myself" coming from Billie's back jean pocket. It was Tristin.
"Hello?"
"Hey, BJ, don't leave the school yet. I think your brother's comin' to see you."
