My Last Bitch Did Stranger Things

“Me either,” you breathed into his mouth. The two of you continued for a few minutes, losing yourselves in the kiss. The second bell rang, signaling that you were now late to sixth period.

His hands started to roam your body, squeezing your breasts and then your ass. The touch ignited a fire within you, and you let out a couple of moans, becoming even more hot and bothered than before.

The desire was evident. It felt as if you needed to breathe each other in, or you’d both die.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart, or someone will hear us,” he whispered between the clashing of tongues.

Your heart started to beat in your chest, he’s right being caught means consequences and you’ve worked so hard to fix your record. Being friends with Tommy and Carol did a number on your school record. Suspensions, write-ups, and multiple detentions. Being caught was something you couldn’t afford.

“You’re right, I have to get to class” you said taking a deep breath trying to calm the pleasure that surged through your body.

It was addicting, he was addicting.

He kept kissing your neck, then licked a stripe from it to your ear, swirling your earlobe with his tongue causing you to shudder under his touch.

Maybe the consequences would be worth it?

“You’re already late honey, let me at least make it up to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“How’re you going to make it up to me?”

Billy swiftly turned you around so your backside was pressed to his chest, “Can I show you?” He whispered in your ear again.

Fuck it.

You closed your eyes and nodded yes and he unbuttoned your jeans sliding them just above your knees and then he shoved his hand in your underwear and touched you where you longed for him the most.

You were soaking for him, aching for him, for his touch, for his presence. He was intoxicating.

You started to moan loudly which then prompted him to use his free hand to cover your mouth. He gathered the slick from your entrance and used it to rub slow circles in your clit. “You’re soaking my fingers baby,” he said in your ear and you don’t know why but the warmth of his breath on your ear made you whimper.

“I’m gonna put my fingers in baby, it might sting a bit so let me know if I need to stop,” your heart rate started to pick up, you were nervous but the pleasure you felt overpowered it.

His fingers poked your entrance and you tightened your grip on his wrist letting, his fingers were thick, really thick.

“Ngh it hurts Billy,” you said removing his hand from your mouth, “They’re almost in honey but I can stop if you want?” You really didn’t want to stop so your nodded your head at him to keep going and he did. His fingers started to slip further and further in your tight sopping hole.

The pressure felt good, unlike anything you’ve felt before and you moaned when he pumped out then pushed back in.

“Youre doing so good,” he praised. He started to pick up his pace, everything was sloppy wet down there which made everything much more erotic. “Billy I can’t stay quiet, ah, it feels too good,” you moaned, he quickly put a hand over your mouth and pumped faster, your knees started to buck as the pleasure consumed you.

“Shes taking my fingers well, do you hear how wet you are hmm? Is this all because of me?” He groaned in your ear, he was right it was all because of him, but you couldn’t vocalize that at the moment, all you could do was moan into his hand blissed out from pleasure.

The noises of your pussy were embarrassing, the squelching, your muffled moans, the hot of Billy’s breath in your ear was too much everything was too much.

It was becoming hard to stand with your knees almost giving out and the overwhelming sensation of you needing to pee hit you making you run away from his fingers.

You snatched his hand off your mouth. “Billy, I feel like I-I need to pee,” you cried breathlessly, trying to wiggle away from him. Confusion swept over you as he started to go faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly, and your moans grew louder and louder. “Let go, just let go, baby, it’s okay,” he groaned once again in your ear.

Your eyes started to roll back and you felt like jello.

You let out the most pornographic moan out of your mouth and your first orgasm couldn’t compare to this one. No, not at all, your mind went blank, and your ears started to ring and your body convulsed Billy hunched over preventing you from collapsing as you came undone.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he chuckled, feeling like he was about to explode in his jeans.

God, he was so done for. You were it for him. There was nobody else he wanted in the world but you. As you squirted all over his fingers, all over yourself, he realized this was something he’d never experienced before. Sure, he’d made women feel good; it was his expertise. But with you, there was more to it. You actually felt something for him other than just wanting a quick fuck. There were feelings involved. Longing.

You were no longer on this planet; you were somewhere else entirely. When you opened your eyes, you were brought back to reality, out of breath. But the chuckle that came out of Billy’s mouth snapped you out of it.

“You’re gonna be really, really late to 6th period now,” you furrowed your eyes in confusion until you felt the wetness dripping down your legs—the wetness that soaked your underwear and seeped into the denim of Billy’s jeans.

“Oh my gosh…” you paused, looking at how soaked everything was. “Oh my fucking gosh! Billy, how the fuck am I supposed to clean this up?!” Your panic was evident, and it only made Billy laugh even more.

“What even was that?! Did you put some shit on your fingers to make me pee or something?” you asked, your eyes bulging out of your head.

God, you are so it for him, he thought, feeling both overwhelmed and amused by the situation.

“Y/n, baby, does this look like pee to you? Does it smell like pee?” No, it most certainly did not, you thought, but if it wasn’t pee, then what was it? “You squirted, I made you squirt,” he said proudly, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Squirt?” You questioned, geez you were in desperate need of girl time with Nance and Rob.

“Yes, my fingers hit a spot in you that caused you to do that, your g-spot,” he explained.

You still didn’t know what you were going to do and him? He couldn’t go to class like that.

“And some shit on my fingers? To make you squirt?” He scoffed. “Baby, my fingers are the shit,” he said smugly, still infuriating, still such an infuriating bastard.

You rolled your eyes and used your pants to wipe the floor of your juices. When you tried to grab Billy’s hand to wipe his, he snatched it away from you.

“Aht aht” Billy tsked bringing up his fingers to his mouth to lick the juices off of them, he closed his eyes and savored your taste sucking on each finger, your stomach did somersaults.

“Mmm so sweet,” he groaned. “Wanna taste?” He asked.

“S’nothing left on your fingers,” you squeaked. He then brought you closer to him, like he did earlier, looking deep into your eyes, and reached his hand down to gather what was left of your taste from you. You hissed, still feeling extremely sensitive.

He then brought his fingers to your mouth prompting you to suck on his fingers and you obliged happily.

Billy hissed as you sucked his digits. He looked as if he was in pain.

“S’wrong?” You asked innocently, doe eyes starting into his seductive blue ones. “You okay?”

“Im about to explode sweetheart,” he chuckled motioning down to his pants, you looked into his eyes before reaching a hand to feel him.

He hissed and you gasped.

“It’s really hard,” you whispered, testing the waters.

“S’your fault” he croaked.

You started to palm him through his jeans, it relieved some pressure, but not enough. You were still naked from the waist down surprisingly not uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a humming whistle was coming from outside the door. It didn’t sound close, but it was getting closer.

Your eyes went wide. It sounded like the janitor was approaching.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, rushing to put on your panties but Billy snatched them from you before you can out them on and stuffed them in the back of his pockets.

“For safekeeping” he shrugged, you rolled your eyes. He was completely unfazed by the situation. Your heart was leaping out your chest right now.

Your jeans were drenched. Completely soaked.

“We’re gonna have to make a run for it sweets,” Billy said matter of factly, “You don’t wanna show up to 6th period like that do you?” He said looking down at your pants.

You didn’t wanna run out of school, you didn’t wanna risk getting caught, and you didn’t want to miss 6th period but…

"Whew okay, okay," you took deep breaths, rolled up your sleeves, and prepared to run. Billy's hand was on the doorknob, ready to swing the door open so you could run out first.

"Ready... set... go!" With the count of three, the closet door was flung wide open. You burst out, running as if chased by the very hounds of hell, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Billy trailed close behind, his own flight spurred by the same wild measure of adrenaline that fueled your own.

“Hey! HEY! You damn kids, stay out of my closet!” The janitor's voice echoed through the empty school corridors, his futile attempts to catch up with you adding a sense of comedy to the situation. His words hung in the air, but they were no match for the sound of your laughter. Billy was already caught in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, his shoulders shaking with each chuckle. You could not help but join him, your laughter ringing out as pure and infectious as his.

With the janitor still trailing behind, you made a mad dash for the exit. The school doors, usually a symbol of routine and order, were now your gateway to freedom. You pushed them open with a force that echoed your adrenaline-fueled excitement.

The sight of Billy's car waiting just outside was a beacon of safety. With the taste of rebellion still fresh and the sound of your laughter still lingering, you ran towards it, leaving the echoing protests of the janitor behind you.

"Come on, we have to hurry! Unlock the car!" You called out to Billy, your voice laced with impatience. Billy, quickly fumbled with the keys and with a swift motion, he unlocked the doors and you both hurriedly clambered into the safety of the vehicle.

Billy stepped on the pedal and sped out of the school parking lot the sound of his tires were heard by everyone. You seen out the corner of your eye that the basketball team ran towards the gates in a commotion to see what was going on. You seen Steve too with a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Whew that was a close one huh?!” Billy whooped with laughter. He was still pressing on the gas, going well over the speed limit. Left hand was gripping the wheel and his other was resting on your thigh which never failed to make your stomach flutter.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing a feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time. It almost felt foreign, like a dream.

Who knew a singular person, a boy, could bring you so much joy, so much excitement? It almost felt silly and you wanted so badly to scold yourself for this because it felt like you were setting yourself up for failure. Relying on someone for happiness or depending on someone for happiness was a set up for heartbreak.

But in the end, even if heartbreak did happen, it would all be worth it. Even if things didn’t work out, even if he broke your heart or you broke his, it would still be worth it. Yet, you didn’t want that to happen. You didn’t want this to end, and you didn’t want to hurt each other.

“You okay?” Billy asked, squeezing your thigh in the process, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You brought your doe eyes, which Billy thought were so full of light, up to meet his blue ones.

“Don’t break my heart Billy Hargrove,” you said almost in a whisper. Billy chuckled and looked back towards the road.

Billy’s thoughts had been consumed with you more than anyone else in his life. Like you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The childlike excitement you brought out in him, his inability to contain his smile and laughter around you—it all made you unforgettable. You reminded him of everything he always thought was beautiful. You were imperfect like him but constantly striving for perfection, to make things right, to fix things, and he admired that. You were hope, the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. His life was the dark tunnel, and you were the light.

Even if he didn’t handle things well with his father or even with you that night, you being there on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars, changed everything for him.

At times, he even chuckles at the absurdity of it all, hearing Neil’s voice in his head labeling these newfound feelings for you as pathetic and warning of eventual heartache. It made Billy struggle, torn between his emotions and “the voice of reason” echoing in his mind.

“Don’t break mine.” He replied softly

After that, you two rode in silence, music blaring through his radio, while he lightly tapped his fingers on the now semi-dry thigh of your pants.

A few moments later you arrived at the front of your house. Dad still wasn’t home, no surprise there, and you really didn’t want Billy to go home.

You gathered your things, hand on the handle of the car and you turned around with a smile on your face like you had the brightest idea ever before exiting his car completely.

“You wanna come in?”

.

The house was quiet and lonely—the first two things that came to Billy’s mind. It reminded him of the houses he had lived in with his father.

But it was tidy, with nothing out of place, and it smelled just like you—clean and rosy. He picked up a picture frame. In the photo, there were three people: a lady who looked a lot like you, a man, and a little girl with pigtails and missing front teeth, smiling as if life were the greatest gift. The lady and the man looked less lively, even tired, and their smiles seemed forced.

“You live alone or something?” Billy called out as you disappeared into the hallway of your house.

He had never seen anyone besides you going in and out of this house. No other cars, just Steve’s from time to time, Eddie’s, and Nancy’s.

“Come over here!” you yelled from your room. You quickly changed into a pair of shorts and threw your pants into the dirty hamper. You also scrambled to tidy up any noticeable mess in your room.

You heard Billy’s boots hit the wooden floor, and each step made your belly jump with excitement. Sure, having boys over was nothing new, but having a boy you actually liked over was something special.

Seeing him at the door of your room was, I don’t know, it was a feeling your couldn’t really gather into words. It was weird almost surreal.

“This is the only part of my house that matters,” you said with a smile and open arms, presenting your room to him.

There were a variety of posters everywhere—movie posters, to be exact. The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Scarface, The Godfather, and Gremlins adorned the the tan walls.

The duvet of your bed was white. Funny, he thought, a wry smile playing on his lips as he glanced at it.

There were a few teddy bears on your bed and a full size mirror in front of your bed.

“I like it,” Billy said, his eyes roaming around your room. He sauntered over to your dresser, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a pair of pink panties with a smug grin. “I like these too,” he added, twirling them around his finger with a smirk.

You stormed toward him, yanked the delicate fabric from his grasp, and shoved it back into your drawer with a sharp motion. “You already have a pair, asshole. Leave the rest of my panties alone,” you snapped, your voice tinged with embarrassment as a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

“You know,” Billy began, stepping closer toward you, his voice softening, “I really want to know why you get all shy around me.”

Was it not obvious, or did he just want to hear the words from your lips? You liked him, everything about him. You even adored him, but saying it out loud felt too embarrassing. So, you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away and plopped down on your bed.

“I don’t live alone, by the way,” you began, answering the question he had asked earlier.

Billy chuckled at how you avoided his question and settled down beside you.

“My dad lives here, barely,” you said playing with your fingers.

“Is he working or somethin?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, he travels a lot for work. He’s gone for weeks, sometimes even months,” you sighed. “I don’t really see much of him.”

That shattered him. Billy was surrounded by people yet felt alone, but you, you were both.

“What about your mom?” Billy asked.

He didn’t want to pry but he wanted to know more about you, he wanted to know everything in fact.

You took a deep breath before answering, simply because you wanted to suppress the emotions that always surfaced when you were asked that question.

Billy noticed your uneasiness and reached over to grab your hand. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” he said softly as he rubbed circles into the back of your hand.

“No, it’s okay. I need to get past the uneasiness I feel every time she comes up in conversation. Maybe one day it won’t hurt as much anymore,” you admitted, a hint of hope in your voice.

Billy gave you a soft smile, his hand still in yours comfortably.

“Um, she passed a year back,”

Your mother was one of Vecna’s victims. You can still hear the snapping of her bones and see the life being sucked out of her eyes before they went dull, her body limp and lifeless.

Before Vecna, your relationship with your mother was strained. She drank wine almost every day, and your father was home more often before you had to downsize houses. Which meant lots of bickering, glasses being broken, slamming doors, and your dad’s car taking off almost every night.

Your mother was aggressive and verbally abusive, constantly criticizing your weight, clothes, hair, and even your choice of clothing. Not a single positive word ever came out of her mouth towards you. She was like your own personal bully.

“God you’re just like him. Always on my case, just worry about your fucking self.”

“That’s how you’re dressing to school? Jesus.”

“Try hanging around Carol more, maybe you’d look a little like her.”

“Leave, leave like your father you ungrateful little bitch!”

“Sorry! I’m so sorry I’m just a shitty mother!”

“It’s a miracle Steve even hangs around you looking like that.”

There was more, much more, but you think your brain blocked out most of the things she said and did while you were growing up. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad that you didn’t have many memories from your childhood.

Around the time Vecna’s murders were happening, you noticed a few changes in your mom’s behavior. She started drinking even more, but she wasn’t aggressive like before. Instead, she became quiet and withdrawn, spending a lot of time in bed. Things got progressively worse as she began waking up screaming in fear, afraid to leave the house, and became increasingly emotional. You remember the time she woke you up out of your sleep, blubbering with apologies, 3 day old mascara was runny, face full of tears and snot.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so, so sorry please forgive me.”

You eventually shared your mother’s symptoms with the gang, and they matched up with what Vecna’s victims were experiencing. You had a heartfelt conversation with your mother about it, both of you crying together. You promised her to keep your father out of it, and you both tried your best. I think what hurt the most was having hope amidst the despair.

Hope for a new relationship, a clean slate. You all tried.

The next day, your mother ran into the woods, and you chased after her. There, you found her floating in the air.

Snap, snap, snap, and thud.

You were a pool of tears at this point, struggling to get the words out. God, you couldn’t tell Billy this. You hated lying, but him knowing the truth would put him in so much danger.

“Um, I’m sorry…” you said with shaky breaths. “It was, uh, some illness. Doctors didn’t really know what it was,” you explained, your heart skipping a beat. It felt wrong to lie to him.

“It was the worst because she finally apologized to me and we were on the brink of a clean slate…” you said taking a deep breath again, “Um, she was a lot Neil, and she put me through hell. But, I was willing to let all that go just to fix things between us, I wanted to know what it was like to have her like that fully. She was the sweetest, funniest woman on her deathbed, it was something new and it left me with so much hope,” you said, the tears were running down your face like a waterfall now. “But hope is for suckers..” you laughed bitterly, “She died a few days later.” You finished, looking into Billy’s now sad blue eyes.

His heart broke over and over again. You didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve that. What’s up with the universe putting us in fucked in broken homes? He thought.

“Don’t say that,” Billy said sternly. “Hope isn’t for suckers. You give me hope every day.” He took a deep breath, embracing vulnerability. “You remind me a lot of myself… and now I understand why. Hanging around the wrong crowd, being a bitch. I’m still those things…” he confessed, locking eyes with you. “But every day, I strive to be more like you because you’re the perfect example of how people can change, no matter what. I want to change. I don’t want to be like Neil. I want to be better, do better.” He smiled warmly, reaching over to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I’m really trying so hard not to sob right now and you’re not making it any better,” you said with a wobbly voice.

“S’okay honey, you can cry,” he giggled. He brought you into a hug and you nuzzled your face into his neck letting out quiet sobs. He brushed the back of your head. You two stayed like that for a while and he didn’t mind it one bit.

A few moments went by and you finally took your head out of his embrace.

“Do you maybe want to sleep over?” You asked, wiping the remaining tears off your face. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, I-I just really like you being here and I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed-” you rambled, but Billy cut you off before you went any further, “I’d love to.”

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Billy left to grab a few things from his house and you took a quick shower.

When you were done, you rubbed on your favorite strawberry lotion, a gift from Nancy because it reminded her of you.

You quickly changed into a band tee and some shorts, then plopped down on your bed, staring at the ceiling questioning if today was real.

Billy looked to you for hope. You were Billy’s hope. It was such a strange feeling. You felt important and seen, something you had never felt before. And he was coming over tonight.

Oh. My. God.

Billy was coming over tonight, and he was going to be sleeping in your bed. You took deep breaths, trying not to freak out over the fact that there was going to be a boy sleeping in your bed tonight.

Three knocks at your front door snapped you back to reality and the anxiety started to creep back in again. You scrambled out of bed and made your way towards the door.

You opened it and there he was. He was still in the same clothes from earlier.

“You think I can use your shower?” He asked. “Max was having a Madonna concert in ours, and she wasn’t getting out anytime soon,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

You laughed, picturing her screaming her lungs out like she did that one time in Steve’s car.

“Yeah it’s fine follow me,” you said, “Oh! And lock the door behind you please!”

You walked towards the bathroom, which was right across your room, and stepped inside to turn on the shower and adjust the water for him.

“Not too hot, not too cold right?” You questioned as you played with the knobs, you remembered how he liked the water when you were helping him during his recovery.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, settling his duffel on top of the sink and kicking off his shoes. When you turned around, he was already shirtless and in his boxers. You tried to keep your eyes from roaming, but it was hard.

“My eyes are up here, doll,” He said smugly. You cleared your throat. “Um, water should be good. If it isn’t right, hot; left, cold,” you said, trying to regain your composure.

“I trust you, thank you. I won’t be long,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled and left closing the door behind you.

Billy took a deep breath inhaling the air which smelled like you. He loved it.

He loved it so much it made his dick half hard. He stepped into the warm shower and thought about today.

He had never done anything like today, and he had never willingly slept over at a girl’s house before. He was used to sneaking out and sneaking in, leaving at the brink of dawn. But today he was going to sleep next to you, feel the heat of your body right next to him, smell you.

His dick was now fully hard.

“You need to behave,” he scolded himself, looking down at his hard-on.

He turned the shower knob to the left and prepared himself for the cold water that was about to hit him.

He hissed at that feeling but his dick was soft again. He decided to just leave it on for the remainder of the shower to keep it from happening again.

Once he was done, he dried off and grabbed his duffel to get his lotion. He rummaged through his things but couldn’t find it. He moved his belongings around, hoping it was at the bottom of the bag, but still found nothing.

“Shit,” he muttered, disappointed. He put his things away and noticed a pink bottle of lotion on your counter labeled, “Sweet, Sweet Strawberry.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle, squirting a few pumps into his hand. He needed to moisturize; he had no other choice.

He smelled just like you, your body wash, your lotion.

He pushed his thoughts away and threw on his boxers and black sweats that hung low on his hips. Gathering his belongings, he made his way to your room, switching off the bathroom light as he exited.

Your nose was in a book, and he admired you from the doorway of your room. You wore glasses, your legs crossed, shorts hiking up the curve of your butt as you leaned back against the bed frame. He could get used to this be thought.

You felt eyes on you and glanced away from your book for a moment, seeing Billy at your doorframe. Your eyes met his. He was shirtless, sweats hanging from his hips, his happy trail on full display, and his curls damp.

You shut the book completely with wide eyes, silently praying, “Please don’t ask me what it’s about,” in your head. You were reading a very inappropriate passage of your book, which made it look like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing, and you didn’t want him to know what you were reading.

“What you reading that’s got you so stuck?” He asked, his curiosity clear.

Shit.

“It’s uh, a-a romance,” you stuttered. It was hard to keep your composure around him, especially with him being shirtless, looking like walking sex leaning on your doorframe.

He left his duffel bag beside your dresser and closed the door behind him.

“You don’t mind if I close the door do you?” He asked before he joined you on the bed. “No it’s fine, I hate sleeping with the door open.” You replied.

He jumped into bed with you and got underneath the covers and you so did you. Your stomach was dancing with butterflies.

"So?" He asked, with raised eyebrows and a smirk, nodding towards the book in your hands.

Your eyes went wide. You can’t tell him what you were just reading. Geez absolutely not, it was filthy.

“It’s, um, about a girl and a boy,” you said, foolishly. Billy let out a loud laugh. “Obviously, dork, but what else?” You looked down at the book in your hands, searching for something more to say, but your mind went blank.

“Fine, if you’re not going to tell me, let me see where you left off so I can get an idea,” he said, attempting to grab the book from your hands. You immediately snatched the book from his grasp and hid it under the covers.

“No!” You yelped, feeling a surge of panic. Oh, now Billy absolutely had to know what was in this so-called romance.

He yanked the blanket off of you, and you held the book to your chest tightly. Billy was now hovering over you, your waist between his legs, attempting to pry the book from your grasp.

“Come on, let me see!” he said, eagerly reaching for the book.

He began to tickle your sides, and you erupted in laughter, but you weren’t budging. In a quick attempt to distract him, you threw the book to the wall by your dresser, hoping to catch him off guard.

He turned his head slightly, and you seized the opportunity to pull his neck down so he could face you. Now, you were both staring deeply into each other’s eyes. You looked down at his lips and leaned in slowly. But he couldn’t wait, so he pressed his lips into yours harshly.

So much for controlling himself tonight. He thought.

The kiss was fervent, like it always was. You let out the slightest moans that went straight to his dick. His arms were caging your head and he was pressing into you slowly.

You decided to experiment and brought your hand down to rub the outline of his dick through his sweats. It made everything so much hotter.

Billy moaned into your mouth as you your hands explored the outline of him. You pulled back from his lips and he groaned at the loss of contact.

“Billy c-can I see it?” You asked innocently, looking at his now dark blue eyes.

He nodded and leaned back on your bed stand. He lifted his butt from off the bed slightly and slid his boxers and sweats down at the same time.

You gasped at what you were now seeing. His thick member slapped his stomach and his tip that resembled a mushroom was an angry red.

Billy kept his eyes on you mesmerized with how star stuck you were over his cock.

You reached your over hand to grab at his length curiously and he groaned bucking his hips slightly at the contact.

It was warm and harder than it was earlier, feeling it bare was different from feeling it through his jeans.

You didn’t like the position you were in; sitting on your knees had become uncomfortable. So, you lay on his chest, keeping your hand on his length.

"Tell me what to do to you," you whispered, your hand weakly gripping the base of his cock.

Billy could see everything reflected in the full-length mirror in front of your bed.

Your cheek rested on his bare chest, your warmth almost making him burst. His cock captured your full attention as your fingers gently squeezed and released it, your eyes curiously examining the length of it. The scene was intimate, but he didn’t mind it at all.

“Spit on your hand,” he commanded, and you obliged. In any other situation, this would have been disgusting, but right now it was far from it.

“Now move it in an up and down like this,” Billy grabbed your hand and guided it to his throbbing member in an up and down motion.

Your hand was sliding up and down his cock now, slimy and hot with the slick of your saliva. “Yeah, fuck, yeah just like that baby,” He eventually moved his hand and let you take control, you found a steady motion but excited about the moans Billy was letting out you played around with it a little and went slow when you reached the tip of him.

He watched you through the mirror, mouth agape, with shock and pleasure.

“Ah, shit y/n,” he groaned, mouth hung open. He was so ready to spill but was holding out as long for as long as he could.

Your eyes drifted to the front of the mirror. The view was incredible. Billy Hargrove was a mess under your fingers, beneath your inexperienced hands. His mouth hung open, groans and moans spilling from his soft pink lips, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

You both now locked eyes in the mirror. You began to pick up the pace, your movements becoming faster and less steady, as you tightened your grip on him.

Billy’s hand gripped your thigh harshly, the pain intensifying the ache in your core. Your mouth fell open just from watching him come undone. You focused your pace on the tip of his cock, “Shit, I’m coming, it’s gonna shoot out, It-“ before he could finish you quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip of him catching him completely by surprise.

He sat up and lifted his hips into your mouth shooting sticky hot ropes of cum into it as he gripped your hair a moaning and groaning mess.

The taste wasn’t good or bad, it was tolerable enough for you to swallow. You hallowed your cheeks a bit and wrapped your tongue around him savoring how he felt in your mouth and let go with a pop.

No words were exchanged as you pulled back; just Billy shoving his tongue into your mouth and you moaning at the roughness of it.

Your face was hot, your body was hot, and the heat of his and your mouths made everything even hotter.

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” you whispered against his lips, now understanding how he felt earlier.

Billy broke the lip lock you two were entranced in and pulled his sweats back up. As gently as he could, he dragged you to the edge of your bed by the back of your thighs.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, getting on his knees and locking his deep blue eyes with yours.

You did. In the short time you had known each other, you trusted him with your life. Silly, isn’t it? Vulnerability, intimacy.

“Yes,” you breathed, a little too desperately. He smiled and grabbed the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs. You lifted your butt slightly to help him get them off completely.

You were now completely bare from the waist down again, but this time he had a full view of your pretty cunt.

Billy licked his lips like a hungry animal about to devour its prey, his gaze intense and focused on your sopping wet cunt.

“So pretty,” he whispered, mesmerized by the sight before him.

“And she’s soaking wet honey, what was it?” He asked caressing her with his thumb causing you to gasp loudly.

“T-the mirror,” you stuttered, your eyes taking in the sight of Billy on his knees before you.

“Hmmm just the mirror?” He questioned like his words had a double meaning behind them.

It wasn’t just the mirror; it was him. Having him at your fingertips, your crush on him, how much you liked him—all of it intensified everything for you. This wasn’t purely sexual; this wasn’t just him helping you with your lack of experience. It was more. You had feelings for him.

He made you nervous, made your stomach dance with butterflies, and infuriated you in the best way possible.

You now knew what he was doing. He was trying to get you to admit there was something more, which is why he asked you why he made you so nervous earlier.

You kept quiet, your pride keeping you from admitting your liking towards him. He knew you did; he just wanted to hear the words from your mouth.

You kept quiet, your moans and gasps getting harder to contain as he kept gliding up and down your pussy. You were getting closer and closer to the edge.

He saw this too. You were now bucking your hips up to feel more, and he pulled back, teasingly withholding what you craved.

You groaned, annoyed at the loss of contact. He planted a kiss right on your clit, causing you to jolt up a little. The feeling was foreign and new, and you wanted more.

“Just tell me, baby, and I’ll keep going without stopping, I promise,” he said, looking back up into your eyes.

“It wasn’t just the mirror,” you gasped.

“No?” Billy asked in a teasing manner, focusing his attention back on your desperate cunt. He licked a stripe from your entrance to the top of your clit, stopping just short, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck! It was you, you! I have feelings for you. So many feelings that it makes it hard to even breathe sometimes!” You confessed, slightly frustrated at the on and off teasing.

“Wasn’t that hard was it?” He cheekily replied, now putting his entire mouth over your pussy eating you out like it was his dying wish. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, the way he moved his tongue to lap your clit was making your eyes roll back.

He was literally making out with the most sacred part of you.

Your grip tightened on your sheets and your toes curled in pleasure. “Oh-oh my gosh Billy please,” you moaned struggling to keep your composure.

He started to swirl his tongue right on your pearl and entered two fingers into your tight sopping hole, causing you to let out the most guttural moan. Your toes curled and drool started to creep outside the corners of your mouth.

The pressure started building up in your belly, feeling as if you were about to explode. He started to pump his fingers faster and faster, causing you to scream profanities in ecstasy.

“Ah! Fuck! Billy, I’m coming, I’m coming!” You screamed, and he kept his eyes on you the entire time, multitasking with his mouth still on you and his fingers pumping in a fast manner.

The feeling of release washed over you, and you finally let go, stopping fighting it.

You lifted a hand and gripped the mess of curls on his head, pushing him further into you, riding out your orgasm. You felt the vibrations of his groans on your pussy, making everything spin around you in a euphoric haze.

Your elbows gave out, and you were now flat on the bed, stuck in a haze. Everything was blurry, and you felt limp, completely spent from the intensity of the experience.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He sing-songed, tapping the inside of your thigh. “Hmm?” you asked, completely out of it, lost in the aftermath of pleasure.

“You okay?” He giggled, his head now resting on your thigh looking up at you in admiration.

“Mhmmm,” you responded weakly, with a hazy smile.

“You got anything I can clean this up with?” He asked, removing his head from your thigh. You lifted yourself up slightly, and your eyes widened at the mess you made.

His face was dripping with slick, his chest wet with the juices that squirted out of you, and the duvet underneath you was soaked.

“Again?” You groaned, rolling your eyes and facepalming. “There’s towels in my closet,” you said, plopping back on your bed and weakly pointing to the closet to the left of you.

He grabbed the towels and wiped his face and chest first, he then walked over to you and wiped below your thighs, then the inside of your legs and thighs carefully.

He slipped your panties back up and tapped your butt twice, signaling for you to lift yourself up so he could slide them all the way up and you obliged.

“I need to take the duvet off, we could sleep with the blanket that’s under it,” he said tapping your thigh again, “Come on get up,” he commanded.

“UGH! I can’t move. I feel like jello,” you complained, not wanting to move, causing Billy to laugh. “Too bad move,” he said.

You rolled over, groaning dramatically, and slipped under the blanket beneath your duvet, which Billy had just snatched off and tossed into your dirty hamper.

Billy joined you on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly as he settled in. You were facing away from him, unintentionally, simply exhausted but content and happy.

“Come here,” he said gruffly. You turned around and cuddled up next to him, finding comfort in his embrace.

You smelled something familiar radiating off of him.

“Are you wearing my strawberry lotion?” you asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I forgot mine at home,” he gruffed grumpily, rolling his eyes.

You laughed and kissed his chest, closing your eyes, ready to sleep in his comforting embrace.

He caressed the crown of your head with his hand and kissed the top of your forehead.

“I like you too,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and when I go to sleep.”

You both drifted off into a deep sleep feeling safer than you’ve ever felt in each others embarace.

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He remembered hearing a voice, he was probably hallucinating but the voice was sweet, soft, and comforting. Maybe it was his guardian angel, but he wasn't about to confess that to the nurses; they'd likely send him in for a psych evaluation.

Bits and pieces of tonight's events flashed through his mind. He recalled finally standing up to Neil, but his memory of the confrontation was hazy at best. All he can hear echoing back and fourth in his head was the fear in max’s voice.

“Get off of him!”

His gut churned at the thought, for he had once experienced that same fear when it was his mother at the mercy of Neil's hands.

Guilt consumed him once again, he looked up at the ceiling tears pricking the inner corner of his blue eyes.

God, what an aggravating feeling.

He was exhausted from the weight of guilt, he was tired of feeling. Maybe if his mom would’ve took him with her, maybe if he stayed in California, maybe he would be different.

Maybe.

The door of his hospital room opened, creaking slightly. A man in a white coat, presumably his doctor, entered, accompanied by two police officers.

Billy felt a slight panic, although he hadn't done anything wrong. His heart rate started to pick up through the monitors.

"Billy, it's all right. This is Chief Jim Hopper," the doctor reassured, motioning towards the tall man. "He's one of the best officers I know and he wants to talk about tonight,”

"Hey kid, I’m J—" Billy cut him off before he could finish, "I know who you are. I have a concussion, not a mental impairment," he snapped defensively. "You can't speak to me unless an adult is present."

Jim swallowed back whatever sarcastic remark was about to spill out of him and took a deep breath,

"You're 18, kid. I'm allowed to speak to you. I just wanted to ask you a few questions," Jim sighed carefully, hoping to gain the boy's trust with his measured tone.

The doctor left the room allowing them space to talk.

“Had some really rough sex, mind was hazy after it and I ran into a door” Billy spat, blatantly lying through his teeth. It was a terrible lie but it was the first thing that came to his brain, his concussion was preventing him from coming up with a better one.

Jim let out a chuckle, his amusement evident, while the other officer couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Running into a door isn't going to give you a grade two concussion and broken ribs," he remarked, with a tone that conveyed both skepticism and exasperation at Billy's attempt to deceive them.

"It was a really hard door," Billy retorted, annoyance creeping into his voice at the one going conversation. “And it was really rough sex, you’d think I was killing her with the noises she was making but I promise, she was enjoying every inch of me,” Billy’s said voice dripping with arrogance.

Jim and officer Callahan exchanged a glance before returning their attention to him.

"Just ask my neighbor; she had front-row seats. She'll tell you," Billy said, his voice smug with confidence.

Although Jim felt for the boy, his patience was wearing thin. "Oh, you mean Y/N? Yeah, she's right outside with your sister, scared half to death. I heard she was screaming at the nurses to be careful with you. Poor girl almost lost her mind seeing you like this," Jim said, his tone tinged with slight frustration.

"She's the one who brought you here, you know. You were knocked out cold in her embrace," Jim said, studying the way Billy's features fell.

His smug expression vanished instantly, replaced by guilt. But he quickly scoffed, putting up his usual dickhead facade to cover it up.

“Listen, kid, we already got statements from your stepmother and your sister. I know your father’s been putting his hands on you for years. We need to know if you have any idea where he might be,” he said with a serious tone.

“You’re arresting him!?” Billy asked in disbelief,

"Should we not?" Officer Callahan said, more as a statement than a question.

Billy looked down at his bruised hands, the same ones that collided with his father's face a little while ago, and started to contemplate life without Neil, life without another parent. He could no longer maintain his facade, he’s felt too much, been through too much, it was cracking. The lonely little boy he’d been his whole life was slipping through the cracks.

"I'll have no one," Billy said, a knot forming in his throat, the weight of loneliness settling heavily upon him.

Jim walked over to the side of his bed and kneeled, “You have three women in that waiting room worried sick about you, I know two of those women personally and they are fighters, they love with every fiber in their body,” Jim said looking at the California boy who reminded him of himself at his age.

He knew you? And max? Surely he wasn’t talking about Susan.

"You have them, and you have me whenever you need it, kid... you just need to try," Jim added, encouraging Billy to lean on their support and make an effort to move forward.

Billy hardly knew you. But the glances, seeing you every morning, watching you in the halls at school, you watching him, he felt a strong pull from you, excitement, a connection, one that scared him. This feeling, this thing was only something he’d see in cheesy movies, shitty romcoms.

“He might be somewhere in the city, but he’ll be back. He’s not leaving without his shit… or maybe he will, who knows.”

Jim nodded, stood up, and patted his shoulder. “We’ll be on the lookout. For now, I’ll have an officer parked outside your house just in case he comes back.”

.

Hop exited the room and headed towards you and Max. Susan left to lock up both your house and hers, since you both forgot to do so earlier, given the circumstances

"He's a smart ass," Hop muttered. "But he's going to be okay physically. He might need a little time to adjust to what's going to happen from here on out, but he has you two, and I made it clear that he had me to talk to as well.

"Yeah, sounds like Billy," Max said, rolling her eyes. “Thanks Hop.” Despite it all, she felt content; her brother was going to be okay, even if it took time. With Neil out of the picture, she held onto hope—for Billy, for their relationship.

He was definitely shitty to her, but Billy did care for her, and she cared for him, at least a part of him. There were times when Neil and her mom argued, and Billy would offer her solace in his own way. He’d take her to the arcade, for burgers, but they never really talked. It was evident they struggled to bond with each other. He was angry that his father met Susan, which was the reason he left California; he blamed her and her mother. However, what Billy didn’t know was she resented him for that same reason.

Max thought that in California, they’d both be safe. She wouldn’t have to face the trauma of encountering interdimensional monsters or deal with Neil’s presence. She wouldn’t witness her mother losing herself to him, or observe Billy’s escalating anger day by day. It felt like everyone was losing themselves in that house. Neil was like Vecna, sucking the life out of people, but not swiftly—rather, in an agonizingly slow manner.

“Can we see him yet?” Max asked.

Hop nodded. “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you two later. I’ve got an asshole to catch.”

.

You and Max slowly entered the room, Billy was staring up at the ceiling lost in thought, his head snapped towards you two when he realized you both came in, he tried sitting up again but the pain he felt was a reminder of the condition he was in.

Max walked towards the front of his bed and you followed right behind her.

“Hey,” Max greeted slowly, “How are you feeling?” Billy looked at her with annoyance as if it wasn’t obvious, “Oh I’m just great Max, feeling like a million bucks,” he said sarcastically.

Max rolled her eyes huffing in annoyance.

“You know you should be thanking us, asshole, we’re the ones who practically carried your ass here,” you spat chiming in, “And you’re not exactly light.” Max added.

Billy’s features softened, and for the first time in a long time, he set his pride aside. “Thank you, Max… I’m sorry you had to see that,” Billy spoke, his voice filled with sympathy.

Your heart broke for them both. Max was such a compassionate soul, and despite whatever barrier Billy had built around his heart, he climbed out of it from time to time for her.

Max nodded and smiled. “I’m just glad you’re okay, shit head. You scared the shit out of me, out of us,” she said, looking over at you.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than Neil Hargrove to take me out,” he replied, his tone smug.

Billy then glanced at you, feeling his heart start to race. God, you were breathtaking. Despite the fatigue evident in your appearance, it only added to your beauty.

Max noticed the way you two looked at each other, and felt as if she was interrupting something.

“Yeah…” max trailed, “I’m gonna go get snacks from the food court, I’ll be back later.” And with that she left, leaving both you and him alone for the first time in what felt like a long time.

You looked at him the same way he looked at you—admiring his beauty, his tough exterior, which only made him more intriguing. Despite his bruised eye and cut lip, he remained mesmerizing. On the way to the hospital, in the back seat of his car, you gently brushed aside the single curls of hair that fell on his face, wishing you could do the same now.

Wait. Back seat of his car? Oh my god the backseat of his car!

You then twisted your face in disgust, “God!” You said in realization, “I sat in the back seat of your car, where you fucked Tina!

Billy struggled to contain his laughter, knowing that doing so would only increase his pain.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shouted angrily. “Ugh, I need to drown myself in disinfectant tonight, damn the consequences,” you huffed.

You glared at him, but a giggle escaped your lips when you noticed him wincing in pain. "Yeah, keep laughing, Hargrove. I'll be right here," you said as you pulled a chair next to his bed, "enjoying every ounce of pain that laughter gives you."

Billy rolls his eyes, the playfulness leaving them before being placed with seriousness.

“I, um,” Billy struggled to get the words out, “T-thank you for helping Max and getting me here.” Before you could respond, he continued, “A-and I’m sorry for being a dick. You didn’t deserve that. I was just…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “My dad, he’s an asshole. He seemed to like you, or at least acted like he did. He’s a damn narcissist, probably did it just to piss me off... Anyway, I lashed out and took it out on you and him. I guess I wanted to piss you both off.”

Billy kept taking deep breaths, you can tell he was struggling, like he wasn’t used to explaining himself or even apologizing. Before he could speak again, you placed your hand over his bruised one gently.

“Billy it’s okay, I understand. I have a pretty clear idea of what goes on in your house, what’s been going on with your father, I’ve been through it too once…” you sighed as his blue ocean eyes bore into your saddened expression, “My mom… she was a bully. She would strip me of my humanity with her words. I was a bitch for a while... I was like a exactly like her, God, I was so awful Billy,” you said as you looked at him through teary eyes, “So I understand.” Billy looked at you with love, understanding now why he felt so drawn to you. You reminded him of himself, but he saw the good within you—the good he hoped to find within himself. Even if it meant putting in the work to mend his heart, he was willing to do it. He needed to do it, for Max, Susan, and for himself. After all they were his only family.

You and Billy sat like that for a while, eventually ending up intertwining your hands. You felt flustered by him, despite him being in a hospital bed. Together, you shared laughs and occasional smiles, enjoying each other’s company. Max eventually came back munching loudly on her snacks, gagging at the two of you, irritating Billy with her sarcasm and with how loud she was chewing. You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing she’d gotten her sarcasm from him. You could get used to this and the warmth that spread through your body filled you with hope.

A few weeks later…

Hawkins Sheriff’s Department focused their efforts on finding Neil, especially since Hawkins was a small town and there seemed to be little else happening besides neighborhood complaints about trivial matters.

Neil returned a few days after Billy was released from the hospital. An undercover car, hidden on his street, swooped in and arrested him just before he could set foot on the porch. That night, you, Max, and Susan comforted Billy, reminding him that he still had a family.

Billy was introduced to the gang the following night to get his mind off things. You threw a little get together at your house. They were all wary, given their past interactions with him, especially Steve. Throughout the night, they exchanged glances. Billy felt sorry; he just couldn’t find the words for Steve. However, he grabbed him a beer, attempting to find some common ground, and Steve accepted. Surprisingly, he and Eddie clicked over their common taste in music. If Eddie could accept that Steve and he had become friends, there was room for one more. Meanwhile, Robin and Nancy chuckled at how smitten you and Billy were, teasing you both about it. Jonathan was cool about it like he was about everything, I think given everything that’s happened this year he had no room for judgments or criticism; he was over it and extremely high out of his mind.

Despite everything, Billy was healing emotionally. He had already recovered swiftly from the injuries he endured from his father, and now everything was slowly falling into place.

Now.

“Y/n let’s go! We’re losing light!” Billy screamed from the driver seat of his car repeatedly honking his door. You huffed loudly and slammed the front door of your house locking the door behind you, “I’m coming GOD!” You yelled back, stomping towards the passenger seat.

You threw your bag of sunscreen and spare clothes through the passenger window, not caring whether it hit him or not, and settled into the passenger seat of his car. You couldn’t stand when he rushed you; it was the most annoying thing. “Jesus, are you ever patient?” you asked rhetorically. Billy was about to respond with a sarcastic comment until he saw what you were wearing. You reminded him of California sometimes. You were wearing a red bikini top with nothing covering the rest of your body, and some blue denim shorts. He tried so hard to keep from lunging at you and devouring every bit of your body.

He’d been doing this for the past few weeks, and it was flustering you more and more each day. You remembered one time you did his laundry. He was gawking at you as you picked up his clothes that were scattered all over his room, making things easier for him since he couldn’t really move given his injuries. He thought you looked like a housewife, his housewife, and it aroused him profoundly.

He teased you about it, and he was very blunt about how he felt. It was infuriating because you actually enjoyed it.

Billy was glad he had planned today just for the two of you. The sun was shining brightly, and Lovers Lake seemed like the perfect place to cool off and relax. Recently, you two had only been around friends—Max, or Max and Susan. He hadn’t been able to spend time alone with you since that night.

After settling in and buckling up, you noticed the car still wasn’t moving. Glancing at Billy, you found him staring at you with an intense gaze, as if he was about to devour you. Your face flushed a deep red as you crossed your legs. “We’re losing light,” you mumbled, attempting to tease him, but you failed miserably. However, you successfully snapped him out of his trance. He licked his lips and chuckled, putting the car in drive and taking off.

You couldn’t help but stare either. Billy was wearing a muscle shirt, showcasing his buff arms, along with some swim shorts. His hair was styled perfectly, as usual, with a single curl falling onto his forehead against his beautiful tan skin. As he held a cigarette in his mouth and drove, butterflies fluttered in your belly.

Metallica blared through the radio as you two drove with the windows down, feeling the warm air on your skin. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling, savoring the moment. It almost felt surreal that you were sitting in his car right now, like something out of one of your romance novels.

“Dammit!” Billy groaned in frustration. “Forgot my fucking lighter.” You rolled your eyes and assured him he’d survive a couple of hours without a lighter. With Billy’s frustration, you noticed the vehicle starting to accelerate more, getting faster and faster. Your belly started to jump with the increasing speed, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as Billy’s car felt like a roller coaster. He looked over at you with admiration, recognizing that same feeling, prompting him to go faster on the empty road. You stuck your body out the window, relishing the speed of the car and the harsh wind hitting your face. You felt free, out of this world free. Not a care in the world, just you and a beautiful boy speeding down a ghost town, or rather, a hell town, you might say.

“Fuck you, Hawkins!” you screamed, with Billy joining you in whooping with excitement at the top of his lungs.

You sat back in your seat and looked over to Billy, who was smiling with his foot still pressing on the gas. He started to slow the car down, but you couldn’t help but continue staring. He looked over to you, “You liked that, huh?” he asked, glancing at the tightening of your thighs. The adrenaline rush of it all was enough to get you excited down there, and his presence only intensified the feeling.

You bit your lip and looked over at his. He placed a hand on your thigh, causing your breath to hitch. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Y-yeah, s’fine,” you responded, taking a deep breath.

Billy took pride in the nervousness he caused in you; it excited him.

He kept driving, but his hand now started moving up and down your thigh. Your heart started to race, and the warmth between your legs began to spread. You weren’t being dramatic; you were touch-deprived for God’s sake, and you’ve never made it past second base with anyone.

He then moved his hand higher up your thigh and squeezed tightly, eliciting a slight moan from you. You looked over at Billy, his face filled with awe, while yours was flustered, as if you were in discomfort, eagerly awaiting his touch to ease the pressure building inside you.

“Stop the car,” you said, out of breath, face hotter than the sun.

“But we’re 3 minutes away—” Billy began, but you cut him off.

“Billy, I don’t give a shit, stop the car!”

With that, he pulled off to the side of the road, removing his hand from your thigh as he put the vehicle in park.

Before he could turn to ask what was wrong, you lunged over the center console at him, unable to contain yourself any longer, and kissed him. You grabbed the sides of his face, and it was a passionate kiss that you held for a moment. Then, as you were about to pull away, he took advantage of the slight opening of your mouth and shoved his tongue inside, grabbing the back of your head and adding incredible pressure and pleasure to the kiss. You both fought for dominance, but he won every time. You were in heaven, and the warmth between your legs was becoming harder to contain.

He stopped the kiss for a moment,

“Climb in my lap,” he said through the clashing of your tongues, slightly out of breath, and you obliged, legs going over the center console as you straddled his lap. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought, and you felt some of the pressure down there relieved as you settled.

Your eyes then went wide as you felt something poking at the denim of your shorts causing Billy to chuckle. You then looked down and seen the outline of his hard cock that was straining in his swim shorts.

He bucked his hips slightly into yours, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from both of you. “Can we keep doing that?” you asked shyly, not wanting him to stop.

“Before we dive into this, there’s something I gotta ask.”

You nodded your head, signaling him to ask his question, while both your hands rested on his face.

“You ever been touched, pretty girl?” Billy asked, his voice rough, as he brushed the hair falling over your face behind your ear.

“I—” you sighed nervously. You felt embarrassed. Everyone your age seemed to be having sex or had some type of experience. Robin and Nancy always talked about their experiences, you loved hearing their stories and always hoped you’d experience the same one day. But, the boys you made out with never did it for you, so second base, making out, was all you knew. They’d try to touch you, but you’d never budge. It wasn’t exciting, thrilling, or intimate; it was just plain boring.

You weren’t an idiot you knew what happened during sex and everything that led up to it you’ve just never taken it to the next level.

“S’okay, baby. You can tell me; I won’t judge,” he spoke, now caressing your face, which was hot to the touch.

“No. I’ve only ever made out with a few people but I’ve never made it past that,” you said looking away,

“Hey, look at me,” Billy said. “Look at me, Y/N… I’m gonna show you everything you’ve been missing if you let me.” His hands moved down your sides. “We can take it slow, and then we’ll build our way up. How does that sound?” Billy’s asked voice smooth like honey.

You nodded furiously, excitement building in your belly.

“Good. Now take these off,” he said unbuttoning your denim shorts, “I need you in just your bikini bottoms.” You obliged opening the drivers door quickly hopping out to take off your shorts, then hopped right back in straddling Billy’s lap once again.

The pressure felt different this time, you almost moaned at the contact because it was much more intense as you felt the outline of his cock on your pussy.

You let out shaky breaths as he put his hands on your hips, pushing you down to apply pressure on his throbbing cock. “I’m assuming you’ve never had your big O either, hmm?” he asked. You furrowed your eyes in confusion at his question and tilted your head to the side.

“An orgasm?” Billy spoke again. Your eyes lit up at the familiar word. Robin had told you all about the extraordinary feeling, but you’ve never come close to experiencing it.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, finally understanding what he was talking about, but your expression shifted to a frown. “No, never,” you mumbled.

“Oh, you’re breaking my heart, baby,” he said as he guided your hips to grind up, then down his clothed length. “Ah, shit,” you cursed as you grabbed at his muscle shirt, almost tearing it off with how hard you were gripping. “That’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you, darling,” he rasped against your ear, licking at it.

A big part of him found comfort in the fact that no one else’s hands had touched you but his own, knowing that no one else could make you feel the way he did. The mere thought of anyone else touching you drove him to the edge of insanity. He was possessive, and he couldn’t help it.

The sensation you felt was otherworldly. It felt as though your body was craving this, yearning for this level of attention. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, like tiny electric shocks. Billy locked his deep blue eyes with yours, his mouth slightly agape. You couldn’t fathom how he was finding pleasure in this, but he did. His face flushed slightly, and he emitted small grunts as you took charge of your movements. Unable to resist any longer, you leaned in and shared a sloppy, passionate kiss with him. The mutual fervor intensified your arousal, and you found yourself moaning into his mouth as he guided your pace.

“That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?” He grunted through the sloppy kiss. You kept going like that for a few seconds, then Billy slipped his hands down, ghosting your clit with his fingers, and pulled your bikini to the side roughly. Your bare pussy was now grinding on his clothed member. “Fuck, you’re killing me, Y/N. You’re dripping through my shorts,” he said in a low grunt.

“Ah, feels so good, Billy, feels amazing,” you whined, your eyes half-lidded, lost in the sensation. It was incredible. Your wet folds were soaking through Billy’s shorts.

“You’re almost there, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” Billy groaned into your mouth. Both your tongues explored eagerly, creating an intense heat. Drool dripped from your mouth, mingling with his, and you savored each other’s taste, lost in the moment.

Billy was on the edge, trying hard to control himself. You were driving him wild, completely absorbed in your own pleasure as you kissed him passionately. It was a new experience for him, seeing you like this, and he knew he would never forget it.

It was difficult for him to restrain himself from touching you, from speeding up the process and bringing you to orgasm faster. But he resisted, wanting you to explore and discover on your own, to use him as you pleased. He desired to corrupt you, to be the one to show you the way, to introduce you to pleasure. It felt selfish and sinful, but he wanted to be the one, and he always would be.

“Billy, I think… oh, fuck, I think I’m coming,” you whimpered as the knot tightened at your core. It was overwhelming, your movements becoming erratic, and Billy gripping your hips roughly as if he was about to burst too.

Billy then released one hand from your hip, cupping both cheeks with it, and forced you to look into his eyes as you unraveled. Your eyes screwed shut, and your hips stuttered with pleasure, drawing out a stream of curses from Billy’s mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy groaned as he shot a load into his swim shorts.

Your moans grew louder, and then the knot snapped. Your mind went black as waves of pleasure took over your body, riding out your first orgasm. Billy’s intense groans and moans added to the overwhelming sensation.

You collapsed onto his heaving chest, both of you needing to catch your breath.

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was filled with joy and hope. You both were still shocked that this had happened.

“Can we have sex now?” you said, out of breath, lifting your head a little from his chest and batting your lashes at him.

Billy chuckled, “Easy there, tiger. Remember, we’re taking it slow. Don’t want to overwhelm you,” he said, gently brushing the back of your soft hair with his hand.

“Is it always like that?” you asked curiously. “Do you feel like this with other people? Is it always this intense and earth-shattering?”

Billy pondered for a moment. He knew the answer; he just couldn’t believe it. He had came in his pants from just your grinding. It was unbelievable.

“Nah,” Billy responded. “It’s never like this. It’s us. It’s you.”

You blushed and buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling warm inside. You were excited to explore this world of pleasure together.

“Looks like we’ve lost light,” you giggled, poking his chest, your gaze drifting to the darkness outside.

“Yeah,” he smiled, remembering how he had hurried you out of the house. “We sure did.”

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As he was about to get into his car, your eyes met his ocean-blue ones, but they held anger towards you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You immediately shook it off, offering him a wave and your bright, sweet smile. He maintained eye contact for a moment but disregarded your greeting, hopping into the driver’s seat of his blue Camaro.

You stood there, dumbfounded, watching him speed off, cringing at the loud sound of his departure. Did you do something? You thought to yourself.

You found the interaction between him and his father last night rather odd. His father’s presence was intimidating and uncomfortable, yet Billy left with a small smile directed towards you. It seemed like he was grateful for your conversation, so you couldn’t understand what could’ve happened.

Steve arrived momentarily, surprisingly on time, his burgundy bmw stopping right in front of you house. You climbed into the passenger side, a mixture of frustration and disappointment bubbling within you. With a heavy hand and a distracted mind, you slammed the passenger door of Steve’s car.

“Hey, easy!” He yelled, his tone irritated at your lack of consideration for his precious baby, bringing you back to the present moment. “Sorry,” you mumbled, shifting your belongings to the front of your legs and fastening your seatbelt.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve huffed. “Who pissed in your cereal this morning?” He glanced towards the driver’s window, checking for any incoming cars or pedestrians.

“Billy Hargrove,” you muttered grumpily, turning your gaze out the window as the trees and houses began to blur with the increasing speed of Steve’s car.

Steve looked over at you, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white in the process. “Yeah, well, at least you’re not being benched today because of him,” Steve said, his tone tinged with anger at the fact that Billy clearly upset you and at the realization that he’s not starting or playing the opening game today.

You remained quiet still distracted by your thoughts.

“What happened?” Steve asked, glancing over towards you. You straightened up and began explaining what had occurred the night before.

You started to explain the night in vivid detail to Steve, although he wished you wouldn’t have because he already didn’t like the idea of you and Hargrove together, and hearing the details made him inwardly vomit.

The car came to a halt when you had arrived at school. Steve parked and took the key out of the ignition, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Billy’s always kind of had a weird temper, y/n," Steve spoke carefully. He wasn’t being judgmental; he's just been a firsthand witness to it. "Him and I have roughed each other up a couple of times," he admitted.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You guys fought?! MORE THAN ONCE? ” You felt a surge of anger; Steve had lied to you. “So that one day after school, when you had a bruised eye, it wasn’t from bumping into a locker, it was from Billy?!” You mimicked Steve’s stupid voice, scolding him.

Steve rolled his eyes at your reaction, his head hitting the back of his headrest. It was the very reason he didn’t want to tell you, because he knew you’d freak out like this. “Can you let me finish?” he asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

You waved your hands at him, signaling for him to continue.

“It was after practice one day, Neil, his dad had come to watch our scrimmage game,” Steve spoke.

Steve never forgot that day. Neil Hargrove looked like the biggest dick of a father anyone could have, and the way he spoke to Billy that day confirmed it.

"Billy, stop being a fucking pussy and get on defense!" Neil screamed, as if he were the assistant coach or something. Steve knew Billy could play defense; hell, he was the one who taught him to plant his feet properly.

Steve had the ball, with Billy defending closely. As Steve dribbled, scanning for an opening, he noticed Billy's distant and uneasy expression; it wasn’t filled with arrogance and a cocky smile like it usually was. "Hey man, you alright?" Steve asked, still dribbling. Billy's response was a glare of rage, yet he seized the opportunity. With a swift move, he snatched the ball from Steve's hand, pushing past him, sending Steve on his ass. Smoothly dribbling past him, Billy scored.

When Billy scored, he yelled and smiled as he usually did, then looked to the sidelines where his father stood, seeking some sort of approval or applause from him. However, he received nothing. Neil walked out, acknowledging nothing and Billy’s smile faltered immediately.

Coach Williams called an end to practice, and everyone left for the locker rooms to shower. Steve stayed for a couple more minutes to stretch his legs. As he walked out, he heard some yelling. Curious, he peeked over the wall to his right and saw Neil and Billy. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he did see Neil push Billy into the wall. Although he wasn’t close enough to hear the exchange, Billy looked frightened, and Neil appeared angry at God knows what. Steve witnessed Neil slap Billy once in the face, causing even him to flinch. With that, Neil left, leaving Billy there. Billy’s head hung low as he looked at his shoes and wiped his eyes.

Steve didn’t know what to do but he did what felt right. Again he asked like a broken record. “You alright?”

Billy flinched at the sound of Steve’s voice. “What did you see?” Billy spat with rage. Steve was confused and even hurt by his response. He was just asking if he was okay? Jesus Christ, was this kid always angry and defensive? Steve thought.

Steve decided Billy was a lost cause. He rolled his eyes, turned his back on him, and decided to just leave.

"Are you deaf?" Billy spat, his voice filled with anger, as he followed behind Steve and forcefully pushed his back, causing Steve to stumble and fall once again.

Steve's empathy ran out, replaced by anger. He got up and pushed Billy back. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all, Harrington!" he laughed manically. Steve noticed Billy's bloody nose, but it wasn't from him; it was from Neil.

Billy then charged at Steve, landing a punch on the right side of his face, and Steve retaliated almost instantly. They grappled and exchanged blows for a couple of minutes until Tommy H. and another teammate intervened to break up the fight.

You let out a deep sigh as Steve finished speaking.

Your heart broke for Billy; his father was a despicable, abusive piece of shit. You felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier, but it still didn’t justify him taking it out on you. Did his father say something about you? You glanced sympathetically at Steve, who had tried to help and ended up with a blow to his right eye. Billy had no right, and while you don't excuse his behavior, you can't help but empathize with him.

"Just be careful with him, y/n," Steve said, his tone filled with concern. "He’s erratic and unpredictable," he added, his worry still evident.

Billy wasn’t a monster; you knew that. You also knew you could handle yourself; you didn’t need protection. After all, you had experience in this department; you dealt with a verbally abusive mother once upon a time.

You smiled at Steve. “I can handle myself. If I can handle the demogorgon, demo bats, and Vecna, I can handle Billy Hargrove,” you said, grabbing his hand that was resting on the center console and squeezing it gently. “Now let’s get to first period before clickety-clackety marks us late.” You finished letting go and opening the passenger door.

Steve did the same. “You know I hate when you and Robin call her that,” he said, now closing and locking his car. “It sounds nerdy,” he explained, speeding up to walk next to you.

Steve grabbed his hand attempting to calm the tingle he felt it in after your touch.

"Too bad," you said, playfully sticking out your tongue as you headed to class, earning you a classic Harrington eye roll. “Wait, how is that nerdy?” You chimed in again, sparking a lively banter between the two of you that continued until you reached class.

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You got through your classes today only to be bombarded with more work.

The day you’d been dreading all week: the opening game of the season for Hawkins High.

You only ever enjoyed it when Steve played, but with him not playing tonight, the day seemed even worse. However, I suppose you could try to look on the bright side because it was Billy’s debut.

You walked around the gym, proud of yours and Billy’s work; the banners looked great. You double-checked that everyone was in their rightful place. Cheerleaders? Check. Band? Check. Student council? Check. Eddie Munson? Wait, Eddie Munson? At the Hawkins High opening game? No, it couldn’t be.

Eddie strode your way, wearing his infamous hellfire tee, paired with black ripped jeans and a silver chain that hung at the loops of them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You questioned, smiling, genuinely surprised to see Eddie Munson at the opening game.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m thinking about convincing coach Williams to let me join the basketball team,” Eddie said, mimicking shooting a basketball poorly. “Gotta work on my basketball moves,” he added, moving on to mimic dribbling, which was downright horrid.

“Clearly,” you said, laughing at his terrible performance. “Your form is so off, and you look like you have no rhythm,” you added with a chuckle.

“Oh, I have rhythm. But it’s all in the fingers, baby… And trust me, the ladies love it… both ways,” he said with a smirk, punctuating his words with a wink.

You roll your eyes. “Smooth, Casanova.”

“Why are you really here? Is it Chrissy?” you say, raising your eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner. “Or oh no, wait a minute, are you swooning over Billy Hargrove too?” you tease.

He scoffed slightly, his cheeks flushing at the mention of Chrissy’s name.

“No, but if you must know, O’Donnell said if I checked in with her after the game tonight, she’ll give me extra credit,” he explained, wiggling his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dork he was.

But as you conversed, you couldn't help but notice the glares directed your way, especially from Carol and her friends, who were whispering about the two of you. Admitting it was difficult, but you found yourself affected by the things people said. It stung deeply; the cruelty of others weighed heavily on you, especially considering your own past involvement in similar behavior, which made you feel like you deserved the treatment you were receiving.

You shook off the thoughts that invaded your mind and refocused your attention back to Eddie.

“Wanna sit together? I have good seats in the student council section,” you said cheesing, reaching out to poke his stomach.

"Wow, Eddie Munson getting invited to the VIP section at his first Hawkins high basketball game? Count me in," he said, falling into step behind you as you headed towards the student section.

“You are such a dork.”

You and Eddie made your way to your seats, exchanging greetings with Robin as you passed by. Shortly after, the band started playing, and the basketball team began to roll in.

The team then huddled up and Coach Williams sent in the starting lineup, you felt the anticipation building. The game was about to begin.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Billy. Ever since Steve gave you a little insight into who he was, he had been on your mind all day. Despite your best efforts, he didn’t turn his head once to look at you in class today, You had hoped to catch him after class, but that ditz Tina beat you to it. Seeing him all over her made you physically sick. It was nothing new, but today it stung a little more.

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Billy’s facade of arrogance and confidence was beginning to crack.

He wasn’t prepared for this game, his mind consumed by the events of the previous night. His father had never offered him approval, kindness, or any form of support. But he did for you, which only fueled his bitterness toward you. Billy had dedicated himself to sports, hoping to earn his father’s affection and love. And the only commendation his father ever uttered was about you, summed up in just two words.

“Nice girl.”

Billy came to the conclusion that that’s why his father made those comments about you, realizing that Neil was drawn to submissive, weak, and timid women. It gave him a sense of control, a power trip that he relished, and it was the only valid reason.

But, he knew you weren't weak; you stood up for yourself, you were resilient, but it unsettled him. Since the age of 13, Billy had been consumed by anger after his mother left. She abandoned him, leaving him with a void. In you, he found a sense of safety similar to what he felt with his mother. He was unexplainably drawn towards you. Yet, the thought of attaching himself to you terrified him, fearing you might leave just like his mother did.

The thought of his father wanting you for him unsettled him deeply and fueled his desire to rebel. His mind was a war zone; he was caught between conflicting feelings that were tearing him apart.

He couldn’t help but think that Neil wanted him to follow in his footsteps.

Tommy nudged his shoulder snapping him back to reality, “Hey? You ready to kick some ass Hargrove,” Tommy asked excitedly.

Billy nodded, mustering up everything within him to get his mind straight, but then he saw you in the crowd next to Eddie Munson.

His heart ached a little, he felt guilty about this morning, and he started to feel jealousy course through his veins as he watched you laugh with the mop-headed boy. He kept his eyes on you for so long that he completely missed the sound of the whistle going off.

Shit.

The opposing team took had the ball in play and Billy’s mistake was seen by the entire school resulting in the opposing team making their first point.

The crowd was visibly upset with their screams and yelling and this made Billy’s adrenaline increase and his heart rate was speeding up drastically. His father wasn’t present, dinner with his coworkers was much important than his sons first game but why was he hearing him in the crowd?

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BILLY? WAKE THE FUCK UP.”

“YOU ARE WEAK JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER, SHE LEFT ME WITH A GOOD FOR NOTHING SON.”

“Pussy. Get up pussy.”

“Nice girl.”

His father's words echoed in his mind, panic rising. In the midst of the play, he signaled the refs with his right hand while clutching his tightening chest with his left, the crowd's screams growing louder.

“TIMEOUT. TIMEOUT.” Coach Williams screamed and the game came to a halt. The crowds screams turned into whispers and murmurs.

“Billy what’s gotten into you boy?” Coach Williams asked, “Can you do this or do I need to pull you out?”

“I need a minute.” Billy said gripping the chest of his uniform, making his way towards the nearest exit.

“HARRINGTON GET YOUR ASS UP YOU’RE IN,”

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Billy held his gaze on yours, and yours remained locked with his. You both were so lost in each other’s eyes that the sound of the ref’s whistle made you jump. You cringed as Billy messed up, not because you cared about basketball, but because you knew how harsh the crowd could be.

Eddie looked from Billy to you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Okay, what was that? ” Eddie spoke up, curious about the exchange of longing between you and the jock.

You sighed deeply.

“Eddie, I have a question,” you stated, your voice catching slightly. "Can I ask you about your dad?" you asked carefully, not wanting to upset Eddie or stir up painful memories.

“My dad?” Eddie questioned clearing his throat, confused at the sudden subject change, “Um yeah go head shoot,” he said as he crossed one arm over another. You looked over at Billy which didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“After you got away from your dad, what was your personality like? Was it hard to trust people, let them in?” You asked refocusing your gaze to him.

Eddie briefly mentioned his dad while we were in the midst of hot-wiring his neighbor's RV a couple of months ago. And when you guys were gearing up for the upside-down, you had downtime leading to a deep talk about your parents, getting to know how bad Eddie had it growing up with his father. He was a schizophrenic, dope fiend, off his meds, obviously. His mother died of alcohol poising when he was about 7 years old, and he knew his father to be an addict his entire life, always in and out of jail, erratic, delusional, always up to trouble. His father didn’t take Eddie’s mother's death well; his mental state started to deteriorate, the drugs clashing with his illness more and more, and he started blaming Eddie for his mother's death, beginning to put his hands on him. Cigarette burns, bruises, black eyes—you name it, he had it.

CPS got involved, and his father was thrown into a psychiatric home. Eddie was alone, abused, for eight years until his uncle Wayne took him in at 15.

“Oh yeah, definitely. It took me a while to trust anyone,” he said with a dark chuckle. “My uncle Wayne was a patient man. I was rebellious, and I started to follow in my old man’s footsteps. It scared the shit out of me because I was hurting my uncle Wayne, but it was all I knew.” Eddie said, “My uncle Wayne taught me what love was, what it meant to be a true father. If I didn’t have that or some type of good in my life, I would’ve been screwed,” he reflected eternally grateful his uncle saved him.

You pulled Eddie in for a hug, grateful that he had shared with you, and he returned the gesture. After letting go, you took a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity as you connected the dots.

“Billy’s in the same boat,” you admitted, “but he’s not letting me in,”

Eddie let out a sigh, looking at you sympathetically.

“You’re still a kid, y/n, and you’re not responsible for him. It took my uncle Wayne a while to snap me out of it. It wasn’t easy,” he said, looking over at you with genuine concern.

“Eddie, I’m far from a kid. I practically raised myself since my mom left. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to,” you said, slightly irritated at his reaction. Eddie regretted his choice of words, but he still meant them. You weren’t responsible. “He needs people like us around him. He’s not a bad person; he just doesn’t know any better, just like you at one point.” You said, your words making Eddie feel sympathy for Billy Hargrove.

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The ref’s whistle blew, signaling the game was about to begin once again, and to everyone’s surprise, Steve was in?

“Holy shit! Yeah, Steve!” You exclaimed, leaping up from your seat in excitement. “Look, Eddie, Steve’s in!” With a playful slap on his chest, you urged Eddie to stand and join in applauding Steve’s entrance onto the court.

Eddie rolled his eyes and threw Steve a thumbs up filled with fake enthusiasm. You slapped his chest again, but this time it wasn’t playful; it actually hurt.

As the game commenced, you glanced over to the bench, Billy nowhere to be found. Concern gnawed at you, but you opted to give him his space, especially since he made it clear he didn’t want to be near you. You also needed time; you wanted to talk to him, but you didn't know how to go about it.

"I don’t understand the love for this stupid game. Don’t people know about D&D?" Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, feeling ashamed he was even here.

“Oh, people know about it alright,” you said sarcastically, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “devil worshipper.”

Eddie dramatically gasped. "Take it back now or I’ll scream," he threatened, his voice filled with mock horror.

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The night was an absolute blast. Steve's buzzer-beater brought the crowd to their feet, while Eddie's extra credit points from O’Donnell raised his grade to a D+. Principal Higgins even praised your role in the evening's success.

Steve confidently informed you about Billy’s failures, claiming he caught a bug that prevented him from continuing to play today. However, this seemed odd to you, considering he appeared perfectly fine this morning.

Billy was obviously lying.

You congratulated Steve as you bid him farewell, somewhat pleased to see King Steve back in action. Not wanting him to miss out on tonight's fun, you asked Eddie to give you a ride home.

The ride was nice and quiet which was much needed after todays events.

He dropped you off at home, and you made your way to your door. You jangled your keys until you found the right one and stuck it through the keyhole.

You found your way inside and you were welcomed to an empty house yet again, the same note still stuck to the fridge.

You went to your room and started to tidy it up until you heard the sound of Billy’s car pulling up, music blasting from it. He drove like such a maniac, he reminded you of Eddie.

You took a peek out your window and saw that he wasn’t alone.

Oh?

Tina was with him, and they were making out like fucking animals. This angered you beyond words. Did he have no consideration for his neighbors?

You opened your curtains aggressively, then your window which made a loud noise when it hit the top. You didn't know what came over you, but you couldn't care less.

"Hey! You two, mind shutting the fuck up?!" You yelled with all your might from your window, pulling Billy and ditzy Tina away from their heated make-out session.

"You mind fucking off?!" Billy yelled back. Your laughed bitterly which was then accompanied by a defiant middle finger thrown his way, to which he replied the same. With a frustrated sigh, you shut your window and cranked up the volume on your Walkman, drowning out the rowdiness from outside.

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Your interruption infuriated him, rudely disrupting his moment with Tina and making things much more difficult between them.

“Billy maybe we should go somewhere else?” Tina purred, “Maybe lovers lake?” She implied, shoving her tits in his face.

"Nah, here will do. I can’t wait, doll," he said roughly, ripping the bra off her chest along with her panties. Billy’s dick was rock hard, it angered him so much, because all he could think about was you.

Tina lay sprawled out in his backseat, completely nude, and he couldn’t help but think about you, right next door, likely to hear every bit of it.

He lined his dick up at her entrance and hissed at the feeling. He closed his eyes and began to thrust mind falling back to you.

The way your nipples poked through your shirt that night, your perky tits filling his mind with so much imagination. Your flushed face and the way you clenched your thighs when he spoke to you, oh doll you don’t know what you’re missing. He was sure you hadn’t been touched properly with the way your body responded to him, hell, you probably hadn’t been touched at all.

Fuck, he thought, as he thrusted harder into the poor girl. If only she knew who he was imagining instead of her.

Her moans filled the car, echoing through the entire block. Billy was in for a treat tonight with his father.

"Oh god, Billy, right there, yes, yes!" She exclaimed with pleasure. Billy drowned out the sound of her voice and replaced it with the way you screamed at him a couple of minutes ago, you turned him on so much, especially when you were jealous.

Anger quickly consumed him again as he started to think about everything that took place yesterday, today’s game, and you. God, you were infuriating. You invaded his brain like some parasite, and he couldn’t decide whether it was a butterfly larvae destined to flutter around inside of him or a brain-eating parasitic worm who would gnaw at him for a eternity.

He fucked Tina harder, and harder feeling her clench beautifully around his cock. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his tan chest, the feeling quickly filling his body with pleasure, his movements starting to slow.

Unable to contain himself any longer, his groans grew louder.

“Ah, shit, fuck y/n,” he said with his eyes closed, tilting his head back cumming hard into the condom. As his high came down, he mentally scolded himself and closed his eyes once again, but this time in irritation.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Tina screamed, pushing him off of her, “You’re fucking that freak?!” She yelled dramatically.

Billy rolled his eyes.

"Need a ride home, or are you walking?" Billy asked, his tone nonchalant as he completely disregarded her reaction, casually pulling up his pants and getting dressed.

Tina rolled her eyes back at him. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Hargrove. Take me home,” she huffed, quickly redressing herself.

Billy smiled, hopping into the front seat, and drove off.

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Once he was done with that, he drove back home, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

"Left eye? Right eye? Nah, too noticeable. People will start asking questions. The stomach? Yeah, that's more of Neil's style," he laughed bitterly, talking to himself.

This is what he wanted. He didn’t care anymore. He always managed to piss his father off somehow, and it would never be on purpose. This was him taking his power back. He’ll give him something to be upset about, he thought, determination coursing through him.

Stepping out of the car, Billy was enveloped by the quietness of the night.

He walked up the steps of his porch and took a deep breath before opening the door. As he entered, there was Neil, seated on the couch as if he were some kind of king. Billy closed the door behind him, locking it securely.

The silence stretched on for a few tense seconds, with nobody daring to break it. Neil waited for an immediate apology, hoping to see Billy cower in fear, but as the apology failed to come forth, Neil's anger only grew more intense.

"You know, with the amount of times I've beaten you, you would think that respect is drilled into that thick fucking brain of yours," Neil spoke up, his voice laced with venom and rage.

Billy stood there unfazed by his father’s words, bored even.

"Don’t you get tired, Dad? Tired of being a shitty fucking father?" Billy spat, laughing bitterly. Neil's eyes widened, and he stood up. "When you act like a shitty parent, this is what you get—a shitty son," Billy finished, his words dripping with resentment and defiance.

Billy’s heart pumped vigorously.

“I pity you. You’re a coward,” he spat out with contempt.

Neil charged at Billy, causing him to fall onto his back, and started throwing punch after punch at his face. “Who do you think you are, huh?!” Neil stopped to grab the collar of Billy’s shirt, bringing his face up to his.

"Your son," Billy spoke, his voice wobbly, blood coming out of his nose, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He was deeply saddened by the poor excuse of a father he had.

Neil laughed dryly. “God, you’re a spitting image of her. You’re just like her too, pathetic,” he spat. “And I’m a coward? Are you forgetting that she abandoned you? She left you with me. What does that say about her?”

Billy now fueled with rage pushed Neil off of him and punched him dead in the face. All hell broke loose after that, with both men fighting seemingly to the death. Billy ended up on his back again, and this time Neil didn’t stop. Billy's vision started to blur, and the last thing he heard was Max and Susan's frantic voices as they attempted to pull Neil off of him.

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You were drifting into a deep sleep until a loud banging on your door jolted you awake. Your eyes widened, and you got up immediately, the sound of your Walkman still playing in the background.

You ran towards the door as if it were instinct, and there stood Max. She was sobbing, tears staining her red cheeks.

“Max, what’s going on? Is he back?” you asked, reminded of what still lies beneath this town. Max shook her head vigorously.

“No, it’s Billy. Please, y/n, you need to help me and my mom get him into his car. Neil just beat the shit out of him and took off. We need to take him to the hospital!” She cried.

Without hesitation, you grabbed her hand and ran to the house next door. As you entered, you saw broken frames, beach shell decorations scattered everywhere, and broken glass littering the floor.

And there was Billy, his face bruised and gushing with blood. You wanted to sob instantly. The beautiful boy, with the most mesmerizing smile, lay unconscious on the floor, broken.

“I’ll take his arms, you two grab his legs. We need to move fast,” you said, suppressing every ounce of emotion and acting on pure instinct.

You all carefully descended down the steps, giving it everything you got, Billy wasn’t exactly light but you pushed with everything in you to get him into the back of that car. You fell into the back seat with him his head falling in your chest and Susan hopped in the drivers seat and max in the passenger seat.

You search Billy’s pockets and grab his keys, tossing them to Susan.

"Step on it, let's go! We have to hurry!" you said, your voice remaining calm but urging Susan to make haste.

Susan backed out of the driveway and stepped on the gas pedal of Billy’s car hauling ass to get to the nearest hospital.

You checked his pulse and confirming it’s still present, you notice his breathing is a bit light, sparking an overwhelming amount of anxiety within you.

You whisper softly in his ear, “You're going to be okay,” feeling tears welling up, but you quickly wipe them away, pushing your emotions down once more.

"Hey Susan, take a right here and pull into that spot," you instruct, recognizing the familiar surroundings.

You’d been here one too many times.

We pull right up to the emergency room entrance. Max rushes out, calling frantically for help. Two male nurses immediately respond, rushing out with a stretcher and opening the back seat of Billy’s car. You help him sit up slowly, and they swiftly pull him around with urgency, their movements slightly rough in their haste.

"Hey, watch it! Be careful with him!" you yell at the nurses, frustration and concern evident in your voice.

"Ma'am, please let us do our job," they respond firmly, their tone professional but reassuring.

We all hurriedly follow behind the nurses as they wheel Billy into the emergency room. A doctor approaches Susan, hoping for some insight into what happened so he can provide the best care possible. Susan tells him everything, providing as much detail as she can to assist in Billy's treatment.

"Please wait in the waiting room. We'll call you once we've assessed him and he's stable," the doctor says sympathetically, reassuring you as you reluctantly make your way to the waiting area.

You, Susan, and Max waited anxiously. Max buried her face into the crook of your neck, unable to contain her sobs. You brushed her hair gently, trying to offer comfort, but you were struggling to hold yourself together as well.

Being there brought back uneasy memories, and the uncertainty of Billy's condition only deepened your depression.

Over 25 minutes had passed, each second feeling like an eternity in the tense waiting room until,

"Miss Hargrove, miss Hargrove?" called a nurse, breaking the tense atmosphere. But as the nurse approached, her expression unreadable, a chill ran down your spine, leaving you to wonder what news she was about to deliver about Billy's condition.———————————————————————————

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“Shit guys, we totally forgot to hang up banners in the gym for tomorrow's basketball game!” You screamed like a madwoman startling the entire student council.

With just two minutes left until dismissal, exhaustion hung heavy in the air. The entire week had been a relentless blur of preparation for the school's first basketball game of the season and its accompanying activities. By this point, everyone, including you, was over it.

As the bell rang, everyone dashed out of the classroom as if their lives depended on it. They gave you apologetic looks, patted your shoulder, and mumbled every excuse imaginable to avoid putting up those banners in the school gym.

“So fuck me huh?!” you yelled after them, throwing both your arms up in frustration before dropping them in defeat.

As head of the student council, you couldn't afford to procrastinate. The principal had emphasized that those banners had to be up and ready for tomorrow's game, or there would be consequences. That prick didn't intimidate you in the slightest, but, you had a reputation to maintain, and everything had to be flawless.

You huffed and grumbled as you entered the gym, your arms hugging a variety of large banners needing to be hung up. Your frustration completely blinded you to the sight of the gym full of shirtless basketball players.

Suddenly, a basketball collided with your shoulder at full speed, knocking the banners out of your arms.

The gym erupted in laughter.

“This isn't the student council club you do know that right kooks?” Tommy H. yelled from the court, laughing, trying so hard to impress his dickhead teammates.

Kooks.

They had given you that nickname after the scene you caused at Tina's Halloween party last year. It's the reason you no longer associate yourself with that crowd.

You remember it like it was yesterday.

You arrived at Tina's party with Tommy and Carol by your side, just one week after your harrowing experience of getting stuck in the Upside Down. It probably wasn't the wisest decision to be out, and you knew it. You had been home, cutting class, and ignoring their calls, and they had noticed a change in you. You were easily irritable and on edge. Carol even made a snide comment about how you'd probably been hanging out with Munson, snorting too much Special K.

According to them, you were a real drag to be around. So, they dragged you out of the house, urging you to let loose and forget about whatever it was you were dealing with. And so you did. You drank until you couldn't feel anymore, indulging in anything and everything that was being passed around.

Carol was never truly your friend; she was someone you grew up with and were kind of forced to know. She never really cared for you, so it was no surprise when you overheard her snickering with a few girls from the cheer squad.

They all eyed you up and down as you drunkenly swayed to the music.

“Wonder what hell she's been living; she's out of fucking control,” Carol remarked, smacking her gum as she laughed with the girls next to her, rolling her eyes at you.

Your ears perked up at her words, and they echoed in your head on a relentless loop, amplified by the effects of alcohol and marijuana.

Hell. Hell. Hell.

Images from that fateful night flooded your mind—the frantic sprint through the woods, the desperate attempt to escape the unknown terror pursuing you. You ran until your lungs burned and your legs gave out, only to find yourself in a place that resembled home but felt like a nightmare. It was as though you had fallen into a pit and landed in a realm you could only describe as hell. Darkness enveloped everything, the air thick with swirling black particles, and a monstrous creature hunted you down as if you were its final prey.

Tears welled up at the memory, and you couldn't hold back any longer. You had been bottling up your emotions, feeling isolated because what you had experienced sounded utterly unbelievable.

You charged at Carol and shoved her into the wall, causing picture frames of Tina's seemingly perfect family to crash to the floor.

Like the breaking picture frames, the smiles masking their true essence shattered that night, much like your own exterior, revealing the turmoil within.

You started to laugh manically, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Oh, Carol, you haven't seen hell,” you chuckled, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “It's right beneath this town, and it's anything but pretty. It's downright awful.”

Carol was frightened tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she felt powerless in this position.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem, Y/L/N? Get off of her!”Tommy yelled, rushing towards you and Carol, pulling you away from her.

You pushed him back. “Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me!” you yelled, your words laced with venom. He backed away, refocusing his attention on Carol, attempting to comfort her throbbing head.

The images flashed in your head: your screams, the Demogorgon, the overwhelming sense of isolation. You turned to face the party, and all eyes were on you as the music came to a sudden stop.

“How can you all just sit here and party,”you sobbed, your voice growing louder, more terrifying with each word. Nobody dared to approach you or even attempt to calm you down. It was clear you were experiencing a psychotic break.

You hadn't spoken to Steve in months, ever since he started distancing himself from you, Tommy, and Carol. But you couldn't forget the moment when he threw you over his shoulder, with Nancy by his side, and dragged you out of that party.

That night, you cried until you fell asleep, finding comfort in the presence of Nancy Wheeler and your old friend Steve Harrington. When you woke up the next day, you found yourself in Nancy's bed, bombarded with all sorts of questions. You ended up sharing the horrifying experiences you had down there, and for the first time in a long while, you didn't feel alone. Now, you were stuck with a new nickname and a family bonded by the traumas of the Upside Down.

You laughed at the memory but the anger you felt in the moment snapped you back to reality.

The basketball rolled to the side, catching your attention. With all eyes on you, including Billy's intrigued gaze, you felt an itch for release. Without a second thought, you picked up the ball and with one swift motion, threw it at full speed. It struck the side of Tommy's head, catching him completely by surprise as he was too preoccupied trying to make his teammates laugh.

“You do realize there's a basketball game tomorrow, right?” You questioned voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe you should practice your passes a little more, you fucking prick!” you shot back, mimicking his tone with a hint of venom.

The laughter in the gym was quickly replaced by a chorus of “oooh's,” and Tommy was visibly seething with anger, clutching the side of his head where the basketball had struck him.

“You're so lucky you're a girl, freak!” Tommy yelled, pointing his finger at you in frustration.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Your reaction sparked something in Billy's gut, a mix of amusement and something else. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, though you might not have noticed being too preoccupied with picking the banners up.

Before he even realized it, Billy found himself inexplicably drawn towards you, as if some invisible force was guiding his steps.

Like his legs had minds of their own.

“That was quite a throw,” a deep, angelic voice sounded from behind you. Shit, you had totally forgotten he was here.

“Those throws are especially reserved for dickheads,” you retorted without turning around, your face turning as red as a tomato.

Billy's chuckle caught you off guard, something you never thought you'd hear up close. As you started to walk off to finish what you came here for, you heard him clear his throat, stopping you in your tracks.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” he questioned, giving you no choice but to turn around and see what he was referring to.

And god all mighty

There he was, shirtless. His tan skin glistened with sweat, revealing defined abs and muscular arms. Geez, you could've passed out right then and there.

He wore a proud smirk, revealing a perfect set of teeth as he held out the tape you needed for the banners. You almost drooled at the sight of him, feeling your core heat up and your cheeks flush.

“Oh, uh—thanks” you nervously said, quickly grabbing the tape from his hand. Surprisingly, you still maintained eye contact. God, he loved the effect he had on you.

“You need any help with those?” he chuckled once again. That's twice now; one more and you might just jump on him.

“Don’t you have to get ready for tomorrow’s game?” You asked timidly.

Jesus, why did you care?

“They can’t overwork their star player sweetheart.” He winked, once again flashing his pearly whites

You died and went to heaven at this point.

Sweetheart? That wink?

Your mouth hung open and he left you speechless, like a crazed fan girl. You started to wonder how he’d look at you if you were on your knees taking all of him.

How he’d talk to you..

“Look at you taking all of me sweetheart.”

God you really needed to get your shit together.

“Come on sweetheart don’t leave me hanging,” he said as he waved his hand in your face, trying to bring you back to reality.

He really needed to stop calling you that.

“Um, yeah, I guess I could use a little help,” you said, swallowing harshly. Your gaze shifted from the banners in your hands to his lips.

You really hated how flustered you got around him but a small part of you loved these new feelings.

“Great.” he responded with a cheeky grin.

You found yourself not being much help; he took charge and handled the banner hanging almost entirely by himself. He insisted on doing it, claiming it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

Tommy looked over at the two of you, confused. Billy Hargrove being a gentleman, to the psycho? Hell must've frozen over, he thought.

With Billy taking on the work, you had no choice but to stand there, looking all pretty, as you ripped pieces of tape with your mouth and passed them to him. You guided him on how to position the banners into place.

You couldn't help but notice the way his back muscles flexed when he reached up to position the banner, sending a flutter through your stomach.

You’d never been this close to him.

It also didn’t help that he brushed his fingers against yours every time he went to grab a piece of tape from you. And with him on the stool, towering above you, looking down at you, there was plenty of room for imagination for you both.

You were convinced he was trying to fucking kill you. Was he aware of the effect he had on you?

Every touch from him sent every single nerve in your body into a frenzy.

And those were just your fingers; you could only imagine what would happen if his fingers touched the spot you longed for him the most.

In the past few weeks, Billy had noticed that he was always running into you one way or another. So, he decided he might as well make it fun.

You were different from the girls he usually pursued, and he liked that. It made things all the more exciting. Billy had learned a few things about you: you were timid but had a backbone, responsible (an assumption he made because you were the student council president), and not too worried about your appearance, which didn't really matter because you were already breathtakingly beautiful.

“LADIES, HUDDLE UP! HARGROVE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” Coach Williams's voice rang out, snapping both you and Billy out of your thoughts.

Billy climbed off the step stool and leaned in towards your ear, catching you completely by surprise. He whispered, "Glad I can be of help, sweetheart. If you need help with anything else, I'm only one house away." With a smirk, he pulled back and left to return to his team captain duties.

The hot of this breath made your body shiver.

The look on your face was embarrassing, with your cheeks hot and your mouth slightly hanging open. Billy would never forget it; in fact, the mere sight of your mouth hanging open made him twitch in his pants as his imagination ran wild once again.

Your thoughts wouldn't allow you peace of mind as you finished tidying up the banners into place. Lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed that everyone had already left the gym, leaving you alone in the empty space.

The sound of the door gym doors opening startled you, snapping you back to reality.

You smiled at the sight of the tall brunette.

“Ah if it isn’t King Steve” you say teasingly, “or should I say EX King Steve who has been dethroned by the new California hottie.” You tease poking at his face

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Steve replied dryly swatting your fingers away, taking fake offense to your comment.

Steve could care less about his so called “throne” he had new priorities, which consisted of ooking after you and his newfound family of children.

“Very funny y/n,” he said sarcastically.

Steve couldn't help but wonder if you and Billy had been hanging out. He had noticed how fond you had grown of him ever since he stepped into town. Lately, he had observed a change in your demeanor, how excited you were to get home, and how your face lit up at the sound of Billy's name. Steve could practically feel the butterflies radiating off of you.

“Hanging around is pushing it, Steve. We're just neighbors,” you reply, with a slight blush on your face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve.

“Yeah, I don't blush when someone mentions Agatha, my next-door neighbor,” he scoffs, shivering at the thought of his creepy stalker neighbor.

You roll your eyes at him, though it's quickly replaced with a smirk. “Well, Billy isn't a creepy stalker,”you say, though you wouldn't mind if he was. “Plus, he's kinda hot,”you finish, nudging his shoulder as you two make your way out of the gym.

“Yeah, gross,” Steve dramatically gags, though he also cringes at the slight twinge of jealousy he keeps feeling in his stomach.

You and Steve never hooked up. However, you two did develop some weird feelings for each other, but it was probably because you were so close to dying together.

You frown at the memory you thought was going to be the last.

Vines from the Upside Down began to wrap around your neck and body. Steve was right next to you, suffering the same fate. He looked at you, his heart breaking at the fear in your eyes. Trying to bring you some comfort, he gathered as much strength as he could and reached his hand out for yours, interlocking them together.

Thankfully, Eddie and Dustin saved you and everyone who thought it would be a bright idea to fight off Vecna. Ever since that day, though, Steve has been attached to your hip, making sure you get home safely after school and always ensuring you aren't alone.

Sometimes he'd find himself gazing at your lips or absentmindedly brushing away strands of hair that danced across your face on a windy day.

Steve didn’t know where you two stood. Neither of you had made a move, and he was too afraid to make one and face rejection.

You weren't sure how you felt about Steve, but you knew how you felt about Billy, and that feeling was becoming increasingly difficult to brush off.

“Coach still benching you for tomorrow's game?” you ask, changing the subject immediately. You regret it the moment you see the disappointment on Steve's face.

Basketball was his first love and ever since Billy got to town he’s slowly been losing the love he once held for the game.

He ran a hand through his messy head of hair and sighed.

“Yeah, thanks to your boy toy over there,” Steve says, glaring at the blonde who was a car away from Steve's. You wrap your arms around him as you two reach his burgundy BMW.

“You're a great player, Steve,” you state matter of factly, squeezing him a little tighter. “I think everything that's been going on—the Upside Down, us fighting interdimensional monsters, and almost dying—has taken a toll on you.” You reassure him and then let go to look into his eyes.

“It's normal to have a little setback; it's understandable. Plus, you've saved the world multiple times!” you said, slapping his chest lightly. “That beats being a starter on the stupid Hawkins High basketball team any day.”You finished, smiling at him.

Steve’s eyes softened at your words and smiled.

Christ, this is exactly why his feelings were a mess for you.

Steve brought you in for a tight hug because words couldn’t express how grateful he was for you.

From the next car down, Billy observed the two of you and couldn't shake the thought: had you and Harrington ever been a thing? The idea unsettled him because Billy Hargrove didn’t want to share you.

.

Steve dropped you off at home, as he usually did. He would usually stay for a bit and keep you company, but tonight he promised Dustin he’d take him to Mike’s for their D&D campaign.

You walked into the house, which was eerily quiet and empty, as it always was. Switching on the kitchen light, you noticed a note attached to the fridge.

Be back in the morning. Love you. -Dad

You sighed as a your traced your finger up down the note.

Your father traveled for work most of the time as a tech service representative for a variety of chemical companies. He'd often be gone for days, sometimes even weeks, so being alone was something you had grown accustomed to.

Your relationship with your father was also very complicated. You would even say it was nonexistent, given that he was always gone, and when he was around, he'd sleep the days away.

You pretended like it didn’t bother you but deep down it was something that made the cavity in your heart unbearable.

You weren't completely alone, though. Steve and you bonded over your shared loneliness, as both of his parents were also always away on business trips, calling only once a week, if he was lucky.

He'd often spend the night at your place, or you'd spend the night at his, rewatching ‘The Breakfast Club’ or ‘Sixteen Candles,’ his personal favorite, although he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

The bond between you two wasn't solely fueled by loneliness; fear played a significant role as well. It was the fear of that night—the night your friends almost died—that kept you together.

You felt goosebumps travel throughout your body at the thought of it. You instantly shook it off and decided to wash your feelings away with a warm, hot shower. You dreaded the night to come because of the insomnia you developed this past year of living in this small town. But thankfully, you had a couple of your favorite romance novels on deck to keep you occupied throughout the night.

You slipped into one of Eddie’s well-worn Metallica tees, its length reaching down to your knees. It was a keepsake from the day you and the gang had spent the night at his trailer, after an exciting evening of sneaking into the Hawkins community pool.

It was one of your favorite memories you’ve made in this shit town.

After slipping on the tee, you put on some black laced panties you pulled from you drawer.

You glanced over to your window, partially covered by your curtains, and wondered what the dirty blonde was up to. Curious, you walked over and took a peek, wondering where he was because he was usually out at this time, either smoking a cigarette or sitting in his car, or doing both at once.

Like clockwork, he slammed his front door, grabbing the red lighter he always kept in his back pocket and reaching it to the cigarette hanging out of his pink lips.

He cupped the cigarette out of habit and lit it, inhaling the silent killer.

He then hopped onto the hood of his car and reclined, still smoking the cigarette as he gazed at the starlit sky, lost in deep thought.

You wanted to join him, eager to learn more about the California boy, even if he didn't show interest in you. Something inside you just needed to know who Billy Hargrove was.

You also wanted to try to settle the intense feelings coursing through your body.

You stared at him for what felt like a lifetime, admiring his chiseled jawline, how his pretty blue eyes looked in the moonlight, and the rhythmic pattern of his inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke.

Fuck you cigarette.

You envied his cigarettes.

You wanted to be inhaled and exhaled like that, and you didn’t even care if you were disregarded like them when he was done.

Billy felt your gaze through the window, and as he smirked, you couldn't help but notice. Despite being caught, you couldn't suppress a smile of your own.

Billy sat up and looked directly into your window. Your face grew flustered as you two made eye contact, but you held it, unable to look away.

You pushed yourself to do something you found so uncomfortable and you ignored the negative thoughts running through your head.

Billy tossed his cigarette to the ground and he was about to pick up a new one.

That being you.

You quickly threw on some discarded sweats from the floor and made your way to the front door. As you wrapped your hand around the doorknob, you hesitated for a minute. Nervousness gripped you, but you were determined to make things different this year. You wanted to push yourself beyond your comfort zone. No longer content with just fantasizing about romance, you wanted to live it, even if it meant risking a broken heart in the process. After all, at least you'd have a story to tell.

The cool night breeze kissed your face, sending shivers down your spine as you stepped out of your door. Closing it behind you, you were wrapped in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the streetlights. Your heart raced as you descended off the few steps of your front porch.

As you turned the corner, you were met with Billy Hargrove's infuriating smirk. It would've been irritating if you didn't harbor this crush for him. With determination, you walked in front of his car, mere inches away from where he sat. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

“Hi,” you spoke up slightly out of breath. Billy knew it was nervousness that caused you to sound that way.

You think back to the conversation you had earlier in the day.

“If you ever need help with anything, I’m only one house away.”

You wanted something. You knew what you wanted, and you knew what he meant by it, but you didn’t want to jump his bones immediately. You wanted to get to know him, and maybe that was foolish of you given his reputation, but you didn’t care.

“Hi, Y/N,” Billy greeted with a chuckle, his eyes roaming over your figure. He noticed your shirt and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“You listen to Metallica?” Billy questioned, his gaze shifting to Eddie's worn-out black tee. "Oh, this?" you said, grabbing onto the thin material of your shirt. “No, it's a friend's. He let me borrow it,” you partially explained, letting out a shaky laugh.

“Hmm, didn't peg Harrington for a metal kinda guy” Billy remarked, assumingely, lighting yet another cigarette.

"You think Steve's my only male friend?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have more than one?" Billy questioned back, the movement of lighting his cigarette coming to a short pause, his eyes widening momentarily. Billy could take Harrington, but any other male suitors would be a problem for him.“Is that a problem, Hargrove?” you questioned, once again amused by his reaction. Was he jealous?

He laughed and took a drag from his cigarette. He looked so beautiful like this, the view from your window couldn’t compare to the view you had right now. Despite the chill outside, you felt a warmth spreading through you.

“Not that I can’t compete with Harrington and?” He asked waiting for you to provide the name of said friend.

Compete?

“Eddie,” you said filling in the blank for him. “Ah, Munson, the freak,” he chuckled, taking yet another drag from his cigarette.

“You do know you’re talking to right? You remark, raising an eyebrow at him hinting that you fell into the same category as Eddie.

“Never said I had a problem with ‘freaks’,” he said smiling, as he looked down at your lips before meeting your gaze. “If I’m being honest they’re my favorite types of people.” He added licking his lips.

You gulped as his intense gaze met yours. He was undeniably gorgeous. The ache between your legs begged for relief, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed, especially when he then said ,

“Come sit,” making space for you on the hood of his car. You obliged, sitting on the cool surface, crossing your legs, relieving some type of pressure. “You smoke?” he asked, handing you the lit cigarette. You took the cigarette, his warm fingers slightly touching your cold ones.

“Nope, but there's a first time for everything, right?” you smiled, taking a drag of the cigarette. The sensation immediately made you almost cough out a lung and you hadn’t even inhaled it completely. Billy laughed once again and slid his hand onto your back, lightly patting it attempting to ease your coughing fit.

You handed the cigarette back to him and laughed, the coughing fit dying down. “Yeah, first and last time doing that. God, that is nothing like weed,” you remarked.

Billy removed his hand from your back, and you couldn't help but groan slightly at the loss of touch. He looked at you with an amused smile. "I could only imagine how you reacted to hitting a joint for the first time," he said with a grin.

“Oh, trust me, it was nothing like that. I almost died just now,”you said as you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes from coughing.

You leaned back on his car like he did on countless nights and looked up at the starlit sky. Billy did the same after putting out his cigarette.

"The only good thing about this shit town is how pretty the sky looks at night," you said. He looked up at the sky and thought the same. There were so many stars, each one representing hope.

"And the rain," he added, which surprised you. “But you're from California, it’s all sun over there!” You exclaimed, giggling a bit.

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled at your excitement. “It hardly rains over there, but I loved it when it did,” he said, reminiscing about his life in California.

“I liked sitting in my car and listening to the rain; it brought me some sort of peace of mind out there. Especially here, it's stronger and louder, drowns out the thoughts,” he added, tapping his head in a playful manner.

You smiled at his explanation.

“It makes me feel like a kid again,” you added, your voice soft with nostalgia. "Running around, no jacket, laughing, feeling the water down your face and drenching your clothes. Sometimes I sit outside and look up at the sky, enjoying the way it feels on my face," you said, still smiling at the sky above.

Billy turned his head to look at you now, and you were oblivious to it for the first time. He felt his heart skip a beat at your explanation and the way you smiled at the sky full of stars. From that moment on, Billy was determined to know more about you.

You two continued talking, giggling, sneaking glances at each other, but it all came to a halt when you both heard a loud slam from the door of his house. A man in his mid-40s descended down the stairs of Billy’s front porch and made his way towards you both. Billy straightened up immediately at the sight of this man.

“It’s late,” the man spat, keeping his eyes on Billy, completely ignoring your presence. “Get inside; you need to take Maxine and yourself to school tomorrow.”

“Hi, sir,”you timidly intervened. “I'm Y/N. I live next door. I'm sorry for keeping Billy out so late. We were just talking about class, and I lost track of time.” You finished

Billy looked at you in shock as if you said something out of turn.

He looked you up and down with a deadpanned look before giving you a tight-lipped smile and nodded. Then, he gave Billy a warning glance before leaving. Odd. You thought.

You noticed the shift in Billy’s demeanor he was noticeably uncomfortable and even seemed scared. Billy took a deep breath after his father left and ran a hand over his face, visibly tense.

“You okay?” You carefully asked not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“Yeah, I will be,”he exhaled, mustering up a small smile. “Thank you for tonight. I'll see you around, Y/N.” With that, he left. You waited until he made it inside and you returned home yourself.

As you stepped into the house, the loneliness of it consumed you once again. But you disregarded it, shaking it off, because a bigger part of you felt content and happy.

.

Billy grew accustomed to loneliness; sometimes, he even preferred it. But when he saw how present his friends' parents were in their lives, the loneliness spread and often consumed him. His mother was gone, her whereabouts unknown, leaving him abandoned and stuck with his monstrous father. He had the shell of a parental figure, but in reality, his father was a bully, a coward. This left Billy feeling trapped and hopeless, like a prisoner in his own home, with no one to relate to, no one to vent to, nothing.

When Billy made it inside his house he had already prepared himself for the worst. His father was seated on the sofa waiting for him to come in.

“I'm sorry, sir, I lost track of—“ Neil raised his hand to stop him from explaining, and like a trained soldier, Billy shut his mouth immediately. Neil stood up, making his way towards him. Billy flinched as Neil raised his hand, and to Billy’s surprise, he patted his shoulder. Billy furrowed his brows in confusion; he hated his father's touch. “Nice girl,” Neil remarked before walking past him and heading to his room.

What the fuck?

Anger coursed through Billy’s veins, his heart beating furiously in his chest. Why you? What the hell was so special about you that had Neil Hargrove's fatherly approval? Billy scoffed. He didn’t care if he'd get beatings for what he had planned or about your feelings at the moment, but he was going to royally piss his father off. Fuck his approval. He didn’t want it nor did he care for or it.

Billy disregarded his strong feelings for you and decided to be the dick he knew himself to be.