DETENTION // B.E

THIRTY FOUR

sage

i adjusted my cuban link chain as i looked into the mirror. i watched as billie came up behind me. i flinched a little as she placed her hands on my waist and rested her head over my shoulder, though she didn't seem to notice.

"there's something about the way you look tonight," she hummed with a smile as she pressed a sweet kiss to my shoulder. "i dunno, you just— you look so pretty, my love."

"thank you." i murmured before moving out of her grasp.

she watched as i walked over to grab a few rings to put on, as well as the necklace that she had gotten me for my birthday.

"you need help putting it on?" she asked, referring to the necklace.

"i've got it."

she let out a deep sigh as she sat on my bed. i took in her appearance.

she was wearing a silk, black button up shirt, though she had left the top few buttons undone. she had white pants on, and she had a gucci belt secured around her waist. she had on a pair of air force ones as well.

she wore only one, simple chain. she wore all her usual rings though, one on almost every finger. she had my class ring on her ring finger.

her hair, which had faded to a metallic, teal-like color, laid across her shoulders. she ran a hand through it, flipping it as she watched me finish getting ready.

as always, she looked fine as hell.

she always looks so pretty; like an angel or something.

she was far from being an angel though.

if anything... she was the devil.

on monday, me and her had gotten into that fight about her going out to that party. it's now saturday.

on monday, after i had gotten out of the shower, she had practically showered me with love; she told me how much she loved me, how much i meant to her, and threw compliment after compliment.

she makes me feel good about myself.

but at the same time, she makes me feel so shitty.

she makes me feel like everything is my fault, and i feel like i'm always walking on eggshells around her so that i don't upset her or make her angry.

once again though, she makes me feel good about myself sometimes. it's not like we always fight either. we have good times.

"are you ready, lovebug?" she asked as i grabbed my phone.

i looked down at my outfit. i was wearing a tight, black dress that stopped just a little below my ass. i was wearing a pair of black heels, which made me just a tad bit taller than billie.

"yeah," i answered. "i am."

she nodded. she then started walking out of my bedroom. i followed her outside. she insisted that we took dragon, so we walked over to it.

she opened the passenger door of dragon for me, and she waited until i had sat down to shut the door. i buckled up as she walked around the front of the car to get in the driver's seat.

once she got in, she started the car before buckling up. she then backed out of my driveway before trying to grab my hand and interlace our fingers. i moved my hand to rest it in my lap instead.

thursday, we had gotten into another argument. over something small and stupid, of course. she had yelled at me the entire time, which was admittedly scary.