The swings | b.e

its impossible

Billie's POV:

The classroom door opens, revealing a lazy dressed y/n.

I still can't believe she beat Jaxson up. There's really no reason. He such a nice guy that he didn't even hit her back.

She notices the only seats available are beside me or beside Audrey.
She takes a deep breathe in and starts walking to the seat besides me.

She sits down beside me, placing her bag on the floor beside her.

She quickly glances at me and then back at her notebook that she just got from her bag.

I take a deep breath in, smelling her vanilla perfume.

I can't stay mad at her. It's impossible.

My hoodie falls from the seat to the floor, I take it, putting it on my shoulder and continue writing, trying to concentrate and not pay attention to y/n.

I look back at her, not being able to resist looking at her. Her y/h/c hair looking very soft and healthy, while she writes on her paper.

My eyes snap to her arms, bruises on her arms. How am I just noticing this?
Where did she get these from? Was it Jaxson? Did he hit her back?

I look at her right arm, seeing her pink scars and noticeable bruises.

I couldn't resist on asking, "where did you get those bruises from.?" I ask her in a whisper.

She looks at me quickly, with a confused face. I look at her arms, her eyes snap to her arms and her eyes grow wide for a second.

"it's nothing" she says harshly.

"Doesn't look like nothing, was it Jaxson I swe-" she cuts me off

"no, I wouldn't let him lay a finger on me" she says harshly, not looking at me.

"you did on him" I say lowly. She shakes her head with a look of disappointment on her face.

"what?" I ask lowly

"I just.. can't believe you believe some random guy over me" she whispers while tapping her pencil on her notebook anxiously, bouncing her leg.

"I.. he's not a random guy!" I say whispering, harshly.

She shakes her head, "but still, you met him less than a month ago, y'all are dating already, all over each other, y'all even fucked" she whispered

My eyes grow wide but I cover it quickly with a smirk, "how do you know that?" I asked

"you're agreeing" she whispers under her breath rubbing her eyes stressed.

"I heard that" I tease

She stays silent so I whisper again, "so are you gonna tell me where you got those from?" I ask, pointing to her bruises.

she shakes her head, snatching my hoodie from my shoulder and putting it on.

"I was gonna use that" I say

"yea but you're not using it now, it's mine now" she says while fixing her lazy ponytail.

I smile to myself, "alright then" I whisper and go back to writing.