Brighter Stars // Billie Eilish gxg

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I wake up to my phone buzzing nonstop next to me. I reach for it and look at the screen. It's so bright that I swear I can feel my eyes burning. I quickly notice tons of instagram dm notifications.

──   @zack_reynolds   ──

i KNOW you aren't leaving me

 in eng lit alone right now.

what are you doing??? You're 

never late

not gonna lie, kinda worried

3 MISSED CALLS FROM @ZACK_REYNOLDS

──

"Oh shit!" I exclaim, sitting up in bed realizing that I was supposed to be in class thirty minutes ago.

I turn to Billie, who is still out cold next to me in bed.

"Hey..." I say, nudging her lightly.

She hums in her sleep and readjusts slightly.

"Billie. Wake up." I say louder, shaking her a little.

"What's wrong?" She sits up, half asleep in a panic.

"I forgot to set my stupid alarm and now I'm missing class." I pout.

"You were seriously gonna go to class this morning after everything that happened last night?" Billie says, rubbing her eyes.

"Yes... kinda don't have a choice." I scoot myself off the edge of the bed and leave my phone on the night stand.

"Well you're a better student than I could ever be." She flops back over onto the pillow and pulls the covers to her chin.

I make my way to the bathroom mirror and notice I'm still wearing exactly what I had on yesterday, and my hair looks ratty and gross.

If I shower and get ready now, I can still make my later classes. I make my way over to my bag and grab an oversized sweater and some cute pants. I make sure to grab my toiletry bag because I can also taste how bad my breath is.

"I'm gonna shower and get dressed ok?" I say, heading back over to the bathroom.

I don't get a response, so I'm pretty sure that Billie already passed out again.

I close and lock the door behind me and begin to undress. I brush through my hair as best as I can, then I climb into the shower and start to rinse off. I stand under the hot water for a while just thinking.

How am I supposed to just keep living my life? There are people that can obviously break into the one place I used to feel safe. I don't know what their intentions are, and whether or not they're being serious or anything like that.

Do they think I'm rich since I have an instagram following? Do they want to hold me for ransom? Do they want me dead? So many questions I'm unsure of have been swirling around my head since this all started happening.

I take about ten more minutes to shower then I grab a towel and start to dry off. I throw my wet hair in a bun, before I realize I left my bra and underwear out in the room.

I wrap the towel around me and quietly open the bathroom door to see Billie sitting up on her phone, drinking some coffee from the keurig.

"I forgot my bra..." I say, awkwardly shuffling into the room while holding onto my towel for dear life.