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Summary: You remember the reason why Billy Hargrove has changed so quickly. 

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, grabby/desperate/dom!Billy, unprotected sex (wrap ur wang b4 u bang, kiddos!), biting, overstimulation, swearing, tipsy driving (implied)

Words: 5,037

Nobody quite knew what exactly happened to Billy Hargrove at the end of 1984. Sure, there were charges pressed on him late in the year due to an altercation with Steve Harrington (the charges were pressed by Steve’s greedy parents), but he hadn’t changed much as a result of that. You knew, however, that it had happened New Year’s Eve in the back of a fogged up blue Camaro a block away from Tina’s New Year Bash (“A new shot at being a better you!”). Billy as a result of that night had become quieter than he had ever been. He was still the Alpha Male of Hawkins, but he was now a quiet source of power. People moved out of his way now without him making noise, and now they moved out of his way to make a messy path towards you. 

His hand was perched now just above your head and you could almost taste the cigarette he had smoked an hour ago along with the mint gum he was now chewing to mask the odor. You closed your locker and sent a coy smile up at him. You shoved your hands into the pockets of his denim jacket that you had refused to give back and tilted your head, teasing him with a small view of the scarred mark he had left on you.  

“Can I help you?”

“Isn’t that the question of the year.” Billy blushed, not finding the willpower to look away from the bruise on your neck. 

“If you need something, say it now. Otherwise, I have to get to class.” You crooned, reaching to touch his Virgin Mary pendant lightly and smiling softly at the goosebumps that erupted over his chest. You look up at him with a tilted head and waited for any sort of noise to come out of his plump, gaping lips.

“Nothing? Really? Alright, I have to go now, Pretty Boy. Come talk to me when that cat lets go of your tongue.”

You had made it to your next class without anyone in your way, arriving three minutes before the class started and sliding into a seat near the front of the class. You loved whenever Billy would walk up to you in the hallway because it made your in-between class commute that much easier. Sure, people had stared and pointed and whispered, but it gave you some sort of power to have so many people talking about you. It was easier to live when you were powerful. You jumped when your best friend Tina slid into the seat behind you and tapped your shoulder hard. You turned around with a smile.

“What’s up?”

“I was just about to ask you that!” She squealed quietly, a mischievous glint in her eye. “What the hell is going on with you and Billy? You left him in the hallway and his face was as red as a tomato!”

“I have no idea what you mean?” You laughed.

“Oh, come on Y/N!! You can’t be completely oblivious to him! He practically worships the ground you walk on. It’s like you constantly have some sort of spotlight on you. It’s fucking awful trying to have a conversation with him whenever you’re in the same room because he literally becomes like, socially castrated.” You laughed loudly, and quickly covered your mouth to suppress the noise.

“That’s fucking hilarious, Tina. You should become a comedian one day.” You said, starting to turn around.

“I’m serious, Y/N!” She whisper-yelled, noticing that the teacher had now begun writing the lesson on the blackboard. You just shook our head and opened your textbooks.

You personally didn’t understand why everybody cared so much. It was a change in Billy’s character that was needed if you were to be quite honest. Since that night, he had stopped getting into fights. He had stopped yelling at and badgering Steve Harrington. He had just stopped being a child and had become a man.

There had been drinks involved that night sure, but you had personally wanted nothing more than to see if you could tame Billy Hargrove; Alpha of Hawkins High and Reigning Keg King. It was New Year’s Eve (your favorite holiday, if you were to be quite frank) and you and a group of your closest friends had arrived at Tina’s Bash, immediately being swallowed by everything the party had to offer. The bass of the music had made your chest rumble, and there was a bottle of Gin almost immediately pushed into your hand. You took a shot from the bottle before handing it back to our friends to enjoy, and lead them to form a circle in the living-room-turned-dance-floor. You shucked your staple denim jacket and threw it over a nearby couch while swaying your hips to the tune of Prince. His high-pitched voice intoxicated you more than any other alcohol had, and you grabbed the friend who was closest to you, swaying your hips slowly and playfully towards her. She laughed and played along, swaying close enough to you that you could have been grinding. You were interrupted from your fun and dancing, however, when you heard a whistle carry across the room. You looked to see who had done so when you almost immediately locked eyes with those of Billy Hargrove. He had his bottom lip in-between his teeth and he wore a smug grin on that face of his. He also had minimal regard for the temperature— as his denim jacket was wide open, showcasing the absence of a shirt, and his low rise denim jeans left little to the imagination. His chest was glistening lightly with sweat and the sweat on his chest plastered the light dusting of curly hair to his sternum, and only darkened the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans. You stopped dead, and your smile dropped from your face so quickly it was like someone flicking through a photo album. At your reaction to his presence, his smile only grew as he drew closer to you.

“Hey, you seem to be having a little too much fun. I wanted to make sure that didn’t happen without me.” He smiled.

“People can exist without you, Pretty Boy,” You yelled over the music. “You could benefit from knowing that in the future!”

“What if I don’t want to exist without some people, huh?” He said, grabbing the Gin bottle from one of your friends and chugging from it. Some of the Gin he had drank pooled in the corners of his mouth and ran down his neck to collect in the hollow of his collarbone before trailing down his chest. You watched it drip down his stomach until it dripped underneath the loose band of his jeans. You blushed heavily when he coughed expectantly. Your gaze sped up to his face and you took the bottle from him. Before you drank from it, however, you reached up to Billy’s face and wiped the trail of gin off of his face and brought it up to your lips and made a point to look into his eyes as you sucked the gin from the pad of your thumb. You kept your gaze on him as his breath hitched and turned away, dancing further into the crowd with the bottle raised in the air.

He followed you, you knew he would do this, and you felt his hands grab your hips and allowed him to pull you closer to him. You pressed your back against his stomach and rested your head against his shoulder, swaying to the music. The sounds of Eurythmics pulsed through the house and you spun in Billy’s arms bouncing to the song. This is when you found that once in the mood, Billy Hargrove was one grabby son of a bitch. He stepped closer to you and pressed his hand into the small of your back and pressing your pelvis into his own.

“You feel that, Little One?” His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear and you swore you stopped breathing. “That for you, and only you.”

You moaned loudly in his ear at his words and pressed harder into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the long strands of his mullet. You trailed your teeth over the sweet spot of his neck and he gripped your waist hard enough to leave bruises that you were sure was going to be tender tomorrow.

“Y/N! Stop fucking Hargrove on the dance floor and come play Pong with us!” Your friend, Alice slurred as she pried his hands off your waist. You groaned at the loss of his calloused hands and sent an apology with your expression as your friend pulled you away. That was the night Billy Hargrove was left in the middle of the dance floor angry, horny and frankly, a little disappointed.

The rest of the night had progressed without much else happening. You and Alice had lost to Tommy H and one of his goons and you had spent the rest of the night in the front yard, rubbing Alice’s back as she cried for a straight hour over how she had ‘lost her pong touch’ (followed by a ‘fuck, Y/N what’m I supposed to dooooo’.) Once her ride had shown up, you rested back on the cool brick of Tina’s house and drunkenly closed your eyes as your rested your head back. You loved Alice with your entire heart, but she was nearly intolerable when she was drunk. 

“Now that your daughter has left, where were we?” Billy crooned, walking up to you and offering a puff of his cigarette. You reached for it and took a long and lazy drag, holding the burning smoke in your lungs for a few seconds and breathing it out towards the sky. You handed the now red lipstick stained cancer stick back and smiled lightly at the buzz it gave you.

“We were almost fucking in the middle of the dance floor.” You giggled up at him. He smiled back and leaned in close enough where you could taste his breath.

“And I would have- if it weren’t for your little friend.” At his words, you felt your insides tense pleasantly.  

“She has a name, you know.” You breathed, touching the tip of your nose against his and nuzzling it lightly. You hooked your middle finger through one of his belt loops and pulled him roughly to you. The friction that you were blessed with as a result of your roughness made Billy let out a guttural moan. As a result of you doing this, he pressed his lips to yours and left open-mouthed kisses on your lips before slipping his soft tongue into your mouth. You let him be the dominant one almost immediately and he chuckled into your mouth.

“Already rolling over for me, huh?” He muttered, trailing more open-mouthed kisses over your cheek and down your jaw, nipping and biting every so often.

“Mmm. Sure. I’m sure you wouldn’t give me much of a chance in the first place anyways.” You sighed, fisting your hands into his hair and pulling him back to your mouth.

“You already know me so well, Little One.” He said, latching his mouth back onto yours briefly before straightening up and leaning against you, pushing you into the house. “I don’t know you too well, however.” You smirked up at him.

“Well, let’s find a place where we can become more acquainted.” At this, his pupils nearly swallowed the blue of his eyes and you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Instead of subtly grabbing your hand and pulling you into the house like you had expected him to, he bent down and threw you over his shoulder and began walking down the street.

“Billy Hargrove, what the fuck are you doing?” You squealed, hitting his back lightly. You didn’t want him to get hurt, and you certainly didn’t want him to stop, but you felt as if you needed to put some sort of struggle to preserve your dignity. 

“I’m finding a place where we can become more acquainted like you just said.” He replied. You squirmed a bit on his shoulder and were punished by a hard slap to your thighs. You squeaked slightly. “You should stop moving because I’m a little drunk and we’re gonna fall and at this point, I’m willing to get acquainted with you right in the middle of this sidewalk.”

 He finally let you down once you had arrived at your destination and he pressed you hard against the surface and brought his lips down to yours. Billy liked to move quite quickly when doing these kinds of things, you had realized. You felt his hand under your shirt and pressing hard against your ribs, providing a breathless pleasure. His hands were so large that they covered the area of your stomach from the middle of your boobs to just above your navel. You moaned at the pleasure it gave you and pulled his face closer to yours, not being able to feel as to him close as you wanted.

“If you don’t do something,” you growled into his mouth. “I think I’m gonna die.”

He laughed shortly and reached around you to pull the handle of the backseat of his blue Camaro.

“Classy.” You said, pulling him in with you. You laid against the far door (the backseat was surprisingly spacey), and let him settle in between your thighs. He ground down hard on you and you moaned loudly at the pleasure the denim had given you. You had noticed the skirt you were wearing was now scrunched up around your waist and your soft cotton underwear was pressed hard against his member.

“Fuck, Billy.” You swore, biting down on his lower lip. You hadn’t even been kissing but if you didn’t have some part of him in your mouth that second you would have exploded. You gasped as his cold fingers ran up your clothed slit and pressed down hard on your clit.

“Who made you this wet, Little One?” He mumbled, bending down to bite your neck lightly. You keened loudly and rolled your hips into his hand. He pulled away and smacked your pussy, making you flinch in pleasure. “Talk to me, Baby Girl.”

“You. Holy shit, you did.” You gasped, trying to catch your breath. You had done this before, but for some reason, the energy you two shared had made your senses heighten drastically. He yanked your underwear to the side and rubbed the pad of his thumb over your clit, making you cry out. He then moved his pointer finger to replace the position of his thumb and traced a line down to your core, rubbing the entrance lightly. You ground into his hand and he pulled his fingers away quickly. Another slap.

“Don’t move, or else you won’t finish.” He demanded. He pulled your underwear to the side once more and pushed two fingers into you, curling them into your stomach so deliciously that you wanted to scream or move or do anything than just lay here and take it. So, you pulled his face down once more and kissed him softly. 

He would remember the softness of your lips for days after, tracing his hand over them lightly whenever they began to tingle at the thought of you.  When he tried to deepen the kiss, you would turn your head and as a result would spread his fingers, stretching you out and making you cry out for him. He was scared of the gentleness you gave him, as he had never once had a gentle moment in his life so far— hence the rough way he lived and treated everyone around him.

He inserted another finger at that thought and swallowed your moan. You felt him everywhere, and you only wanted more of him. You pushed him back and straddled his waist, making sure to keep his fingers inside of you. You began to grind down on his hand, then, and he moaned at how forward you had become in a flash of a second. 

“Fuck baby, you gon’ ride my fingers? Good girl.” He growled, moving a hand down to your waist and moving your hips along to some beat playing in his head. At the rapid change in position, your body began to shake with pleasure, and your mouth had fallen into an ‘o’ shape.

“Billy, I’m gonna— Oh fuck!” You swore, grinding harder into him.

“Come for me, Little One.” He said against your neck, biting down hard. The pain it brought you made your walls tighten hard around his hand, and you shook as he pumped his fingers through your orgasm. You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out and you settled lightly into a more comfortable position in his lap. He brought your fingers up to your lips and you wrapped your lips around them, circling them with your tongue and moaning at the taste of yourself on him. 

“Now, now, baby,” he scolded, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. There was a dark ring of red around them from your lipstick and he wanted to moan at the sight of the colour around his knuckles. “I didn’t get a taste.” He lifted you now, adjusting himself so that you were laying down on your back and wrapping your legs around his shoulders. He kissed your clit lightly through the underwear you were still wearing. You fisted his hair in your hands and brought his lips close to your core, wanting him to do anything to help you out. You already felt that coil begin to tighten in your belly and it needed to be sprung.

At the moan that had followed this thought he took this as a sign he needed to do something and ripped your underwear open lengthwise before licking a stripe up your core and sucking roughly on your button.

“Billy, what the fuck! Did you seriously just— Oh!” He held you down by pressing his fingertips on the place just above your underwear line, bringing more pleasure and overstimulation than you had ever felt before.

“They were in the way, and if you’re really gonna miss ‘em I’ll get you another pair.” He mumbled. You took your hands from his hair and intertwined them with his fingers, gripping them tightly as you neared your high once again. When he had noticed that you were shaking slightly as a result of you nearing another high, he rolled his tongue over your clit and nipped it lightly. He made his way towards your core and slipped his tongue into it, letting his nose brush against your clit.  You moaned loudly and came hard when he slipped his finger where he had been, and sucked you roughly, trying his hardest to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible. You ground your hips into his face and settled once more, letting your thighs shake in the wake of your orgasm. He kissed his way up your body and you shivered as the cold of his nose trailed up the center of your stomach.

“You taste so sweet, Little One. I almost didn’t want to stop.” He pressed his hard erection against your core and you flinched away from it. “You okay, Baby?” He asked, pulling away and looking at you with a worried expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed. You reached up and placed a kiss on the visible dip between his collarbones. You kissed your way up his throat and nipped his chin playfully. “Just a little sensitive.” You mumbled. He kissed your nose lightly and rested his weight on you just a little bit.

“Do you wanna stop?” He asked hesitantly. You blushed at his words, knowing full well he didn’t want to stop anytime soon but he was putting someone before himself and you knew it wasn’t something he did too often. “Can you handle another round?” Your heart fluttered.

“You haven’t.. you know. Plus I’m not in here fogging up your windows for a little bit of foreplay.” You laughed lightly, brushing his hair out of his face. He had his face pressed against your chest and was just quietly listening to your fluttering heartbeat as you recovered.

“You’re cute, Little One.” He mumbled. You hummed in response and sat up slightly, making Billy raise his head off of your chest. You leaned in and kissed him lightly, teasing him by not deepening the kisses more than just pecks.

Finally recovering, you kissed him hard as you pushed the denim jacket off of his shoulders, letting your hands ghost over his thick arms and gripping his forearms briefly. Both of your actions were now rushed, as if a light switch had been turned on. You watched him as he leaned back to unbuckle his belt and push his jeans and boxers to the middle of his thighs. His blushing erection slapped against his stomach and suddenly your entire body was on fire. You gripped his shaft hard and pumped your fist, eliciting a borderline-pornographic moan from his chest. Your thumb flicked over the tip and you sucked the precum off of it, watching Billy’s chest shudder in pleasure and his cock twitched at your action. His hands came up and gripped the collar of your blouse tightly before pulling roughly, ripping the actual fabric in half.

“You’re gonna have to buy me an entire outfit if you keep on ripping my clothes!” You yelled, helping him by letting it fall off your shoulders and reaching behind you to unclasp you white floral bra. “Seriously, you’re gonna have to start thinking about starting a tab if you keep on keepin’ on the way you are.” You grumbled. You threw the bra into the front seat and your boobs were immediately assaulted by his mouth. He sucked harshly at one while he pinched and flicked the other and the suddenness of his actions left you breathless. His rough hands massaged them hard, and he littered you chest with nips, kisses, and licks as if you were something to be worshipped. 

“As long as I get to see you again, I’ll rip as many clothes as I can.” He whispered kissing you softly and pumping his cock a few times before placing the head against your wetness. You gasped at how much the head alone made you stretch.

“You sure you wanna do this in the back of my car?”

“Will you just fuck me already?” You huffed.

“As you wish, Little One.” He grunted, thrusting hard into you. You mewled at the sudden intrusion and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. He drew back his hips slowly and snapped them into you quickly, drawing out cries of his name and various noises that he felt he would never get tired of. You pulled him closer by the pendant dangling around his neck and caught his lips in yours. He pressed you back into the seat by your lips and he reached back to pull your ankle up over his shoulder, finding a new angle.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gon’ makes cum like some sort of pre-teen.” He cursed into your mouth, beginning to rut hard into your sex, his thighs slapping hard against yours. You were screaming now, and he had buried himself into the crook of your neck, licking and kissing the bite mark he had made just minutes previously.

“Fuck, Pretty Boy. You need to hurry up because oh my—“ You arched your back into him and clenched hard around him, your orgasm sneaking up on you and tearing through your person. “Oh fuck, God!” You yelled, teeth gritted and head thrown back in pleasure. He only rutted harder into you and the grip he had on your waist was surely leaving more bruises than you had had on the dance floor.

Soon, his hips had faltered in their quick rhythm and he whimpered into your neck as he came inside of you, thrusting shallowly into your core. He let a sob of pleasure tear from his throat and he once again bit hard down on your neck. He cried out once more into your neck before he was able to lift his head from its place. He let you ankle drop from its place on his shoulder and pulled out. His load was already dripping from your swollen pussy onto the leather seats underneath the two of you and he let out a raspy chuckle.

“Seems as if we’ve made a mess, huh?” He whispered, kissing your forehead softly and wiping the tears from the sides of your face.

“You mean you’ve made a mess. All of my fluids are still inside of me.” You joked. He wrinkled his nose at the word ‘fluids’ and you rolled your eyes, pulling him down to rest on your chest. He kissed each boob before nuzzling into you and resting his weight on top of you.

“You made me do that.” He replied, yawning widely.

“Nobody made you rip my fucking shirt though. What am I supposed to wear home? My parents are gonna kill me!” You complained. He sighed and sat up, pulling his pants up over his butt and stopping to stare at you. You had become the woman of his dreams in such a short time, and the picture of you laying in the back of his car topless, skirt bunched around your bruised waist and cum dripping from your pussy was something he never wanted to un-see.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He said, pulling your skirt down and helping you sit up. You groaned at the pain he had left in your core and on your waist, and he only chucked at you, handing you his own crumpled denim jacket. You blushed and wrapped it around yourself, taking in a breath as you felt it rub against your sensitive nipples. “When can I see you again?” He whispered, fingers tracing over the bruised bite mark he had left on your neck.

“Billy, I’m sorry but I can’t. If I’m in a relationship, it’s do or die. Like, if I’m in a relationship it’s because I don’t see us ending anytime in the future. Don’t get me wrong, tonight was one of the best nights of my life but you’re so angry all of the time. I’m scared of that anger— I don’t want it to carry on into our future if there even is one.” You said, reaching forwards and fingering the Virgin Mary pendant around his neck. “I could see myself really liking you, Billy. Just not with unhinged Billy, you know? I’m sorry, I’ve ruined the mood.” You scolded yourself, not looking unto meet his eyes and continuing to play with the medallion around his neck. He grasped your chin gently in his hands.

“You didn’t, Little One. Let’s get you home, yeah?” He asked, pulling you to him and kissing you passionately. You nodded and both climbed into the front seat and then just— went home.

It had been a month since that night, and as you sat back in your car plastic chair in the middle of Math Class you were stuck with a realization that changed your life in a split second.

Billy Hargrove had changed.

He had become a quiet Alpha. He had matured rapidly in the past month, he hadn’t gotten into fights, he had stopped flirting with anything that had legs, and he had actually gotten his anger under control. He had changed.

You turned around quickly to Tina and she looked up quickly and surprised. The teacher was still lecturing, and scratching on the board so while his back was turned you began talking lowly with the brunette.

“What class is Hargrove in right now, Tina?” You asked quickly. A light ignited in her eyes and an expression of joy flashed across her face.

“Oh my god, something totally did happen between you! Oh my god, wait! That’s his jacket! I found a denim jacket behind the couch the other day while cleaning and I had no idea who’s it was! I didn’t realize it was yours because you had been wearing that one every day and oh my God—“ You cut her off quickly before the volume of her voice caught the attention of the teacher like it had neighboring students.

“Tina. What class is he in?”

“Uhh, English next door I think?” She smiled. You thanked her quickly before slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the class. You walked the few steps it took to peak in the window and you pressed your face to the window to see if you could spot Billy. He was sitting in the back, half listening to the teacher and half focussing on twirling his pencil through his thick fingers. You caught the attention of the person sitting in front of him and you mouthed the boy’s name while pointing to him. You smiled as he seemed to get the message and scribble something on a scrap piece of paper and passing it behind him. Shortly after doing this, Billy looked up to see you in the window and a smile so widespread across his face that your pupils would have physically changed into hearts if they could. You motioned for him to grab his stuff and then disappeared from his view, pressing yourself against the lockers beside the door. He appeared within seconds, notebook in hand and an eager look in his eyes.

“Hi.” He smiled. You simply responded by grabbing the back of his neck and crashing your lips against his own. He responded immediately and dropped his notebook, pressing you back into the lockers. He slipped his tongue between your lips and you fought against him, wrestling him for control.

“Get back to your classes!” You heard from a Hall Monitor nearby. Billy grunted as he pulled away and looked at the scrawny sophomore angrily. You watched his profile fondly as he told them to ‘get lost, freshman’ to which the kid gaped at him and angrily stomped away. When he looked back down at you, you had your swollen lip held between your teeth and a small smirk. His thumb pulled at your lips until you released it and he held your chin gently like he had so many nights ago and kissed you so softly you wondered if it even happened.

“Take me to lunch, yeah?” You asked. He smiled in response and grabbed your hand, leaving his books behind and running down the hallway to the front door. Finally.

Ok, so where do I start?

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~ One of Billy’s favourite things to do with his favourite girl is making out

~ Whenever, wherever - Billy would have you wrapped around his little finger (and vice versa), as his mouth moved against yours

~ The feeling of your lips together would drive him into a frenzy - his tongue dominating your own

~ Billy would nip at your bottom lip, causing you to whine and sometimes moan against his lips - the sounds almost making Billy lose control of himself every time

~ His hands would be all over your body- usually one of his hands is cupping your jaw, while the other rests on your ass because, let’s face it, this is Billy we’re talking about

~ Billy would love to have you on his lap, straddling him as the two of you made out

~ ^^ Especially when you’re in his car

~ He would grind up into you, letting you know what you do to him

~ If you weren’t on his lap, he would have you pressed against something, whether it be some lockers, a wall, his car - he didn’t care

~ The two of you would sometimes sneak off during lunch at school to make out in his Camaro

~ Sometimes, after yours’ and Billy’s parents go to bed, the two of you would sneak out to go for drives, and consequently, get hot ‘n heavy in the backseat of his car

Prompt 57: “Is that my shirt?” & 180: “You have no idea what you do to me.”

A/N: I hope this is okay! Enjoy!

Warnings: language and cheeky Billy

I could feel my arm being shaken, but it was far too earlyto even register what was happening. I mumbled something incoherent and movedmy arm under the sheets, tucking it out of Billy’s reach.

“Babe, wake the fuck up,” he whispered, shaking my wholebody now.

“I swear to God Billy I will kill you if you don’t leave mealone,” I grumbled, refusing to open my eyes.

“That can wait,” he rushed, “Your Mom won’t stop knocking.”

As soon as he said those words, I was awake. I turned tolook at him, the panic on my face reflected onto his. I threw the covers off ofme, kicking them away with my legs frantically, and heading over to my bedroomdoor.

I opened it a crack, not sure how mad my Mom was going tobe.

“What have I said about himstaying over?” She hissed as I opened the door.

“Uh, to not to?” I answered, hardly being able to comprehendwhat was happening.

“I’ve told you not to do it when David stays over, you knowhow he disapproves,” she reminded me.

“It’s not my fault you’re dating a snitch,” I retorted. Iknew I didn’t like David, at least now I had a valid reason.

“He is not a snitch, young lady, he just doesn’t believeit’s morally right for you two to be staying over together at this age.”

I rolled my eyes, brushing the mess of hair away from myface. I knew my Mom liked David, and I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t,but the truth is that I couldn’t fucking stand him. Unfortunately, at this timein the morning, my filter was nowhere to be seen.

“What do we live in the town from Footloose all of a sudden?!”

“Lower your voice, young lady,” my Mom warned.

“It’s such bullshit,” I whispered angrily.

“And you’re nearly late for school, don’t give me anotherreason to tell you off,” she scolded, making her way down the corridor,presumably to check on my brother.

“Wouldn’t want to piss David off!” I shouted back, beforeclosing the door and stumbling back over to my bed, landing face first onto mypillow.

“David doesn’t like me, huh?” Billy smirked, rolling out ofbed and reaching for his jeans.

“Don’t take it personally,” I laughed, “he hates me too. Youknow he says we’re corrupting my brother?” I informed him, and Billy laughed,raising his eyebrows.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, apparently you staying over is ‘tainting hisinnocence.’ I air-quoted, not quite believing the rubbish this guy came outwith sometimes. Billy laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. My Mom likedBilly, before David came onto the scene she had no problem with him. It’s notthat she had a problem with Billy now, she’d just started to be a tad lessrelaxed about our relationship, and I knew it stemmed from David.

“I need to shower,” I grumbled, not wanting to get out ofbed.

“Babe we have to leave in ten minutes,” Billy pointed out. Isighed heavily, dramatically rolling myself out of bed and throwing my pyjamat-shirt off, that I had so gracefully spilt cereal down the night before.

I grabbed the first thing I could find, throwing it on, justto cover myself until I made it into the bathroom.

“Is that my shirt?” Billy questioned, and I looked down atthe t-shirt I had put on, pulling the front of it away from my body to get abetter look at the print.

“Oh yeah, sorry do you want it back?” I asked, lifting theedges up, ready to pull it back over my head. The look on Billy’s face was farfrom wanting it back though, instead I could see the look in his eyes that hegot all too often, and he shook his head slowly.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he confessed, takinghis bottom lip between his teeth as he looked me up and down. I looked down atmyself, shrugging at the sight of my shorts being almost covered by Billy’st-shirt on me.

“You need to stop,” I laughed, “We have ten minutes,remember?” I mocked, doing my impression of his voice.

“It’ll only take ten minutes, promise,” he winked, and I automaticallyrolled my eyes.

“Am I meant to be impressed by that?” I threw back, restingmy hand on my hip suggestively.

“Take it how you want it.” He ran his tongue over his bottomlip, a smirk forming at the corners of his mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh at thedouble meaning.