𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝙱.𝙴

-chapter 2-

All that's been on my mind today is that girl from first period. Billie intrigues me in a way I've never really felt before.

Normally, I see someone like that and I could kill them without a second thought, but I don't know, maybe having some fun with Billie first will be more satisfying.

So, here I am, walking into the bathroom, greeted by the same, nervous girl, cheeks still the same flushed shade of pink.

"You actually came." I muse humorously, locking my lips as I take in the girl infront of me. "Good."

"W-why did you want m-me here?" Billie trembles, making my eyes narrow in curiosity. She knows nothing about me yet is still scared.

Weird.

"Listen, if you're going too have that stutter, none of this is going too work. Get me?"

Nodding, Billie's gaze diverts everywhere but my eyes, making me smirk.

Even from where I am, I can already imagine the creepily carved smile, the light gone from her eyes as I thread the stitches, plump lips parted helplessly, got the thought is making me hold back a smile myself.

"You really are a desperate thing, aren't you?" I mumble, taking my chances and walking up too her, her chin finding its way back into the grip of my hand, turning side too side as I admire her face.

This girl has so much potential.

"You going too answer, princess? Or am I just going to have to do all the talking?"

"Why did you want me here?" Billie repeats, face still close too mine. God, those eyes on her.

What am I saying?

"Cause you, pretty girl, have peaked my interest. So I'm giving you a chance." Billie stays silent as she waits for me too continue, clearly paying attention too every word I say. "Either, you can leave this bathroom right now,"

Releasing her chin, I walk slowly into her, making her back hit the wall, for eyes looking up at me fearfully.

"Or, you can kiss me."

Why am I doing this? I couldn't tell you.

Maybe it's just so much more fun if you know the person you're killing.

Maybe it's because I'm bored too death of Santana's uneventful make out sessions.

And I mean the proper make out ones, not the ones that lead too sex. I can't really complain about those.

Or, perhaps part of me wants too know how she tastes. No feelings,just interest, pure want of the unknown.

Billie doesn't have a social status enough too tell anyone about this little interaction, let alone the confidence. Besides, who would believe her? And even if they did, not like I would care. Santana can't do shit that would scare me.

"What?" Billie asks shakily, eyes wide with disbelief as my breath winds across her face.

"Or, I could just make the decision for you." I breathe huskily, pulling at her collar, eyes locked tightly with hers.

Obviously, Billie doesn't have enough confidence too reply, I bravely take my lips in hers, capturing her mouth before she can even register it's happening, the unfamiliarity of it all being electrifying.

It takes a moment for her too react, completely taken aback by my action, before she does anything about it.

And even when she does, it makes me grin cockily, feeling as she kisses me back, the desperation I had hinted in before definitely being there, clearly wanting this as much as I do.