need // Green Day fan fic ((EDITING))

⚬ Billie ⚬

Mike is a nice guy, 

for the most part.

When hes not mad at me, at least. 

I'm scared he's gonna hit me, even though he promised he wouldn't do that anymore, but I can't seem to get frank out of my head. 

'The paper with the hearts must mean something, right?'

I keep looking down at it. 

I took out my journal and copied it down just in case something happened to it and put the paper in my jacket pocket and the notebook back in my bag.

I opened the stall door and went to the sink and mirror.

I look completely burnt out today. 

But i still had the look of...love in my eyes with still a slight bit of blush on my face.

I turn on the sink and splashed cold water on my face hoping that would clear my mind. 

I took a paper towel and wiped my face off taking a long time.

'green hair. blue eyes. charming smile.'

Thoughts of him still stayed in my mind, but i just ignored it as i made my way out the bathroom trying best to avoid my love struck face in the mirror. 

The door to the bathroom creaked and I felt panic fill my body and mind, I quickly hid in a stall. 

"Billie? are you in here?"

'fuck. its mike.'

I hear his footsteps get closer he picks up a piece of paper.

'oh no.. goddammit.'

"Billie who the fuck is this from?"

His voice became more stern but he didn't yell.

'fuck. the paper must've fallen out of my pocket.'

I didn't respond.

he banged on the stall I was in, I barely flinched.

"Billie I know you're in there I can see your backpack."

I sighed and opened the door not saying a word. 

"Who is this from?" 

he showed me the piece of paper, the same one I was infatuated and slobbering over like an idiot a few minutes ago.