Every step is like the nail in a coffin - loud and echoing on polished linoleum. punctuated by laughter that can only be described as biting. a hyena in human clothing, really. With a ravenous pack at his heels, nameless clout chasers who all wanted his attention. their presence was as close to static as a one could get, meaningless background noise he can brush aside. They don’t matter. Not when he has better things to occupy his time with -- and as his eyes trail to a kitschy little ice cream parlour, Billy is brought up short by an all too familiar person behind the counter. it’s an instant shift - eyes bright and smile hungry as he changes his prowl. 

    Like he owned the damn place, Billy practically struts into the brightly lit establishment - one hand tucked into his pocket with the other poised to strike. With a look to his ‘groupies’ that was entirely for show, he licks his lips before slamming his palm hard on the bell. Damn near breaking the thing. 

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              it’s not that he’s scared of what max’ll do to him       he knows she doesn’t have the bat , knows she doesn’t have any more of whatever that shit in the needle was       if she finds out he’s fucking with harrington again. it’s that unless billy goes out of his way to put himself in harrington’s path , they don’t see much of each other this semester. and for a school the size of hawkins , that’s a feat in and of itself. it doesn’t stop billy from making a comment in passing in the hallway or in the lunch line , but that’s the extent of it. til now. 

harrington’s sleep-filled voice reaches his ears and it takes a second to process , blue eyes cutting up from where he’s been focused on carving his initials into the wooden tabletop for the last . . . thirty minutes to where harrington sits across from him. there’s a stack of papers billy’s supposed to be working on , supposed to be completing because he didn’t bother doing them in the first place and gladys fisher’s idea of makeup work is saturday morning detention. neil’s gonna tan his hide if ( when ) he finds out , but that’s something to worry about later. 

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HIDE  HOW  YOUR  FACE  FALLS  FROM  HIS  PRYING  EYES .     he  is  right ,     is  he  not ?     why  does  the  fleeting  kiss  they  shared  mean  anything ?     she  can  feel  her  heart  fall  through  to  her  stomach  to  the  ground ,     feel  how  her  breath  catches  in  her  throat  as  she  stares  at  him .      ❝      doesn’t  mean  anything ?       ❞       she  asks ,     eyes  narrowing  as  she  stares  at  the  KING  OF  HAWKINS  HIGH !      ❝      that  wasn’t  NOTHING ,     steve .      ❞       

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john wick prompts - accepting

      the reaction is instanteous - fire and venom in a single fluid motion. Teeth bared in a rage he can’t contain. It’s that WORD. That fucking word that set him off. Ringing loud in his skull, over and over. One voice shifting and transitioning to another of poison. Disappointment. Discipline. It made his skin crawl and set his blood boiling. 

      Hands curling tight into the fabric of Steve’s shirt, Billy’s entire weight went behind the force of a shove. Two steps was all it took to pin him to the nearest surface. A door that RATTLED under the force of the motion. But it was all static noise as Billy pressed in - breath hot and face contorted into an expression of pure RAGE. 

      “ Don’t you EVER call me that – do you understand? DO YOU? ” spittle flew from snarling lips as his hands shoved harder into him, the resounding thud loud in the quiet of the room. “ You call me it again and I’ll make sure to dislocate your jaw enough to shut you up for months. And we both know your pretty little face can’t hold up against another beating like that, don’t we? ” 

      A heavy pause - his chest heaving with barely contained contempt – before a harsh shove cleared the space between them and Billy was backing off. Eyes filled with hate as he stared Steve down.