Bill's Glory

“Hey, Bill! I read this article that if you let-” Bill cut off Tyler's newest attempt at being funny. His bullying blocked out by the music in her earbuds.

As Regina December's music blocked out everything around her, Bill grew excited for the concert on Sunday. Her and Tasha were going to sneak into the Garden, Tasha's cousin was working security and said he'd let them in one of the back gates.

She jumped as a hand slapped her table. She looked up at Mrs. Gomez, no she divorced last year she was now Ms. Carter, but most of the student body still slipped up on her name.

Bill sheepishly removed her earbuds. “Thank you,” Ms. Carter said as she walked back to the front of the class. Tyler and the other boys snickered behind her back. Bill continued doodling as Ms. Carter finished up the day's session of reviewing for the upcoming final.

The bell rang and everyone quickly grabbed their stuff. Bill stepped into the aisle between the tables only to have Tyler slam into her from behind. Bill slammed into the corner, wincing as Tyler laughed “Watch it.” You watch it, Bill said in her head.

Bill rubbed her leg, wondering if it was going to bruise. She regathered her stuff that she dropped in the impact. The class was empty by then.

Ms. Carter stopped her, “Bill, can I have a moment?”

I actually need to get to my next class, she thought before actually responding, “Sure.”

“I know you're expected to be valedictorian, but your science grade has slipped a bit. If you don't do good enough on this final, you might get an A- which will lose your position,” Ms. Carter said.

“I've been studying,” Bill lied, she'd always breezed through school so she never had to try. She had just been distracted during the last quarter, but her and Tasha had worked it out and Bill once again had no worries about acing her finals.

“I hope so. I'd hate all of your hard work,” natural talent, Bill mentally interjected, “go to waste this close to the finish line.”

The next hour went as normal, with Tasha thirsting over Mr. Ward and Bill doodling in her notebook. Mr. Ward was definitely good looking but Bill never quite understood Tasha's obsession with the man.

Bill wouldn't turn him away, but he wasn't even the hottest teacher at City High School. Mrs. Gomez– Ms. Carter was hot, even if she was quite demanding in class. Part of Bill really enjoyed that assertiveness, even if she hated being **** to put away her doodle book to ‘better pay attention.’ Or the new English teacher, Ms. Newton. Mr. Ward was top 5 but the kind of dedication Tasha gave him seemed excessive. But maybe that's due to Tasha's heterosexuality, but even then what about Mr. Ito?

The bell rang for lunch and every one scrambled to leave Mr. Ward's class. Tasha used a sing songy tone, “Bye, Mr. Ward, have a great weekend!”

Mr. Ward chuckled, “Have a good weekend, Tasha. You too, Bill.” Tasha giggled grabbing Bill's arm as they exited towards the cafeteria.

Tasha got a salad, always concerned about her weight. Despite how many times Bill has affirmed her verifiable attractiveness. Her rich chestnut skin, amber eyes that almost seemed to glow, her beautiful curls, and not to mention her ample chest. The only people who would ever think of calling Tasha fat are herself, her mother, and anyone missing too many braincells, which unfortunately included more than a couple high school boys.

Bill on the other hand got chicken tenders, a large bowl of fries, and a pudding cup. She'd never been able to really put on any weight, despite years of eating in excess in hope of any extra fat giving her even a hint of boobs, her flat chest being her biggest insecurity. Tawny skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes courtesy of her Korean ancestry.

“I'm so hyped for Regina December,” Bill said dipping her chicken in the bbq sauce. Then she saw Tasha's eyes dart towards her tray, her smile dropping. “What? What's going on?”

Tasha pushed her salad around, “My parents checked my grades this morning. They're worried I won't pass calc and won't graduate, so I'm basically grounded. I can't go.”

Bill's stomach dropped. “But it's Regina December!”

“I know,” Tasha sighed, “you can still go. Ronnie will still let you in.” That made Bill feel a little better even if it sucked that Tasha wouldn't be joining her.

She was about to respond when Tyler slammed his tray next to theirs. “You know what helps your boobs grow? Milk,” he said as he turned his carton of milk over onto Bill's tray. What's left of her chicken and fries were soaked now, white splatters flecked across her hoodie. Tyler laughed high fiving his asshole buddies.

She dabbed at her hoodie with one of Tasha's napkins, since her own napkins were now soaked. “Gosh, why are they such dicks?!” Tasha fumed. Bill loved that her friend still got so mad about the bullying even if Bill had unfortunately come to accept it as her lot in life.

Bill was glad she hasn't opened her pudding yet. She took a spoonful of the chocolate dessert, “You know if you weren't making googly eyes at Mr. Ward all hour, you might actually be passing calc.”

Tasha gasped, “I can't believe you would say something like that to the future Mrs. Tasha Ward.” They both giggled at Tasha's bold claim.

After school, Bill and Tasha arm in arm started their walk to the bus stop. Wade spotted them and yelled out, “Hey Bill!” he held up a piece of paper, “We got an email from Kim-Jong Un he ordered you to suck my dick!”

Tasha gripped Bill’s arm harder, “Wrong Korea, ASSHAT!”

The group of boys laughed. “Woah, calm down Tasha it was just a joke.” Another called out, “She’s just jealous, but no worries Tasha you can suck my dick if you want.” The group laughed again.

Bill felt Tasha pulling away moving towards crossing the street. Bill held her firm, “Don’t, they’re not worth it. You’re already in trouble for your grades, you don’t need to go down for **** too.”

Tasha sighed, “You’re right,” she turned and shouted across the street, “As if we’d waste our time on shrimp dicks like yours!” The other boys laughed at their friend.

The bus ride went as normal, the stares from some that revealed them as racists, other stares that were filled with lust for two teenage girls, and the guy in the corner with both.

Tasha got off at her stop, leaving Bill to ride the last two stops on her own. Her condo was empty like usual. Her parents were both doctors, and there was a time when they made an effort to be around more, but as Bill became more self-sufficient they started taking more doubles, extra shifts, and sleeping at the hospital.

She spent most of the weekend trying to convince Tasha to either sneak out or beg her parents. Tasha trying begging but wouldn’t risk sneaking out, which meant Bill would be going alone to the concert. The rest of the weekend was spent binging true crime docs on HitFlix.

On Sunday, she put Regina’s music on her speaker while she got ready. Bill loved her music, she fully believed that Regina could be the next Katropolis. Which was why Bill desperately wanted to see her now while she was still playing at smaller venues for reasonable prices rather than huge expensive shows that are impossible to get tickets for.

After her shower, she did her best to copy the twin braids that Regina always wears. They weren’t quite right, she wished Tasha was there, she was so much better at braiding hair. She threw on her favorite pair of panties and a cute strappy dress, the one perk of being flat chested was no bras needed. She grabbed her bag and made her way back to the bus stop.