⥠hargroeveâ / BILLY.
âmore colorful than dancing naked in the woods? no,â absolutely. âno. i donât think anyone could top that.â no truthful rumors had followed him here from his old school, which he supposes is fortunate enough given the scandalous nature they held. unsurprising to anyone who knew him, but then â no one really knew him at all. lydia seemed as good a person as any to assist in climbing that social ladder. if his loud entrance and brash, spit-fire personality wouldnât do the trick. heâs never had any issue in the past, knows the advantages and disadvantages of popularity â generally succeeds in avoiding the latter. perks only. he leans closer, slamming his locker door shut. âyou wanna make that last one fact over rumor, my friday nightâs just freed up. i hear itâs supposed to be warm.â
    â  i  didnât  think  so.  but  honestly  ?  itâs  almost  fun  letting  them  figure  out  which  ones  are  fictitious,  â she  adds  with  an  almost  coquettish  smile.  99%  of  them  are,  but  lydiaâs  charm  veils  a  different  set  of  issues  they could  never  envisage.  this  must  be  what  celebrity  status  feels  like,  but  she  takes  it  all  in  stride  when  her  party  girl  privilege  makes  getting  what  she  wants  a  cake  walk.  surprise  parts  lush  lips  momentarily  at  billyâs  insinuation,  but  she  has to  admire  his  audacity  &  sheâs  tempted. she  isnât  even  close  to  as  fruity as  they  whisper,  but  lydia  martin  knows  how  to  have  a  little  fun.  she'll  definitely  make  that  work.  â friday  ?  hmmm ...  â  she  tilts her  head,  pretending  to  decide  with  a  fiery  glimmer  in  myrtle  eyes.  why  not  ?  heâs  every  inch  her  type,  and  she  canât  find  any  sense  in  wasting  time  by  playing  games  â  while  it's  typical  of  lydia,  she  has  a  feeling  she's  going  to  wish  she'd  taken  her  chance.  â i  think  iâd  have  to  be  really  insane  to  pass  up  an  offer  like  that,  wouldn't  i  ?  â