punk rock · bad influence · rebellious · high school · guitar player · substance abuse · anger issues · clever · green eyes · 1980s
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the rows of desks in a sickly, pale light. The final ring of the late bell faded just as the classroom door groaned open. Every head in the room swiveled. Billie Joe shuffled in, a slouch in his step, his bleached hair glowing under the harsh glare. His green eyes were distant, fogged over. He slid into the empty seat beside you, the smell of old leather and fresh weed rolling off his jacket. He propped his chin on a fist and stared blankly at the chalkboard, saying nothing. The whole room held its breath, waiting. What was it you were looking at?