this is a rewrite of my story "want"
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"i want you and you want me, so what's the harm, babygirl?"
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meet billie eilish; the "top dog" of franklin high. she's easily one of the most intimida...
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billie's pov monday, november 10th
"alexis!" i whisper yelled as i pulled lexi around the corner and into the nearby janitor's closet.
"nah cause who the fu— oh. hey, billie," she greeted nonchalantly. "what's up?"
"okay, so, i'm not gonna lie; i'm stressed." i started.
she raised a brow. "miss billie eilish stressed? that's a new one," she chuckled. "also, was it really necessary to pull me into a janitor's closet? 'cause it's dirty as fuck in here and i feel like it would've been much easier if you just talked to me in the hallway."
"yes, i'm stressed," i said in a mocking tone. "and yeah, it was necessary to pull you in here. i can't have no one hearing this shit."
"what exactly are you stressed about?" she questioned.
"hope. i'm stressed over hope."
"hope as in my best friend, hope?" she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"yes, as in your best friend, hope." i mocked her again as i started pacing around the small room.
"and why exactly are you stressed over her?" she chuckled.
"because," i sighed. "i deadass can not tell if she likes me and it's fuckin' confusing the hell out of me. like... she just seems like a naturally affectionate person and i don't know if i'm mistaking that for feelings. y'know?"
i stopped pacing as she let out a laugh. "jesus, billie, have you seen the way she looks at you?! she looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars in sky! duh, she likes you!" she laughed again.
"and you're a naturally affectionate person as well, and it's confusing her too, by the way."
"you for real?" i raised a brow.
"yes!" she exclaimed. "so... do you really like her?"
i felt a small blush come to my face, and i looked down, starting to twist one of my rings around my finger. "yeahhh. i do; a lot. it's seriously kinda scary how much i like her, actually."
"aww," she cooed. "that's cute."
"yo, do not call me cute." i cringed.
she giggled, poking my sides. "billie eilish is a cute, lil' softie." she sang.
"bruh, just because you're hope's best friend, doesn't mean i won't throw hands." i threatened as i swatted her hands away.
