GIRLFRIEND // B.E

eight.

•billie•

the next morning, i woke up to zayda clinging onto me tightly with her head buried in my chest. my arms were wrapped around her too, just not as tight as her's were wrapped around me.

i was going to get up and leave. i would leave her a note, along with some medicine for the hangover she'll most likely have, but the longer i laid there, the harder it got to actually want to do that.

it's still pretty early in the morning, so if i got home now, i could still act as if i was home all night.

i looked at zayda, watching as she slept peacefully.

i really don't wanna leave though.

i laid there for a few more moments. i eventually got up, because if i wasn't home before my parents got up, then i'd probably get grounded and wouldn't be able to come over to zay's for a bit.

when i tried to get out of the bed, zay clung onto me tighter and wouldn't let me leave. i gently pulled her arms off of me. she pouted, but just buried her face into her pillow and stayed asleep.

she's so cute.

i looked around before spotting some paper and a pen. i wrote a quick note explaining that i had to get home. i set it beside her bed before walking out of the room.

i got a glass of water and some medicine. i took them to her room and set them next to the note. i took one last glance at z before i walked out of her room again.

when i got outside, i rolled my eyes. leila had just pulled up, and she was coming up to the front door.

"what are you doing here?" she asked as she cocked a brow.

"well, someone had to take zay home," i sent her a pointed look.

"why'd you stay over?"

"zayda didn't want to be alone," i shrugged.

i started to walk towards my car and just leave it there, but i couldn't help but turn around and point an accusing finger at her. "you know, you're a real ass for last night. leaving zay alone at a party when she was so drunk that she could barely fucking walk on her own? you kidding me?"

"my friends were watching over her; it was my best friend's party. she was fine," she defended.

"well, they obviously didn't do a good job 'watching over her' if i was able to just leave with her," i scoffed.

"dude, chill the the fuck out. mind your own damn business."

"no, because god knows what could've happened to zayda last night because you left her alone. we're lucky that i was there and that she found me," i huffed.

"i trust her and everybody there; she was fine."

"what the fuck ever, man," i scoffed before turning back around and going to my car.

i was this close to beating her ass; the only thing holding me back is that zay would be pissed if i did.

i got into my car and backed out of zayda's driveway.

leila doesn't even deserve zay.

•••

it's now a while later. i'm at my house, and i'm in my room with atticus. i'm sitting on the floor with my back against my bed. atti is laying on my bed.

"now we're on the bed in my room, and i'm about to fill her shoes, but you say no. but you say no," i sang as i strummed my ukulele, though i changed the lyrics a bit. "does she take care of you? or could i easily fill her shoes?"

i continued to sing. as i did, atti said "just make a move on her already, dude."

"she has a girlfriend anyways," i sang.

"beat her girlfriend's ass."

i let out a laugh as i shook my head.

i should though; she deserves to get her ass beat.

i let my ukulele sit in my lap as i leaned my head back across my bed. i let out a sigh.

my face scrunched up as atti placed his hand on my head. "cheer up, bils. i'm sure her girlfriend will mess up soon enough, and then you'll have your chance."

"i hope so," i blew out a puff of air.

i picked my ukulele back up. i strummed a different set of chords. "wait a minute, let me finish. i know you don't care, but can you listen?"

"i said cheer up, bitch!" atticus exclaimed as he leaned down and blew into my ear.

"dude," i whined as i leaned away from him. "just let me be sad in peace!"

"no," he narrowed his eyes.

"i like being sad."

"liar," he accused.

i flipped him off. i then stood up and put my ukulele up. after i did, i walked over to my bed and plopped on top of atti. i giggled as he grunted and tried to push me off of him.

"that hurt," he grumbled.

"whatever, you big baby," i rolled my eyes. "now, cuddle me, whore."

"you're begging to be cuddled, yet i'm the baby... right," he said sarcastically, though he still pulled me close to him.

i poked his neck just to annoy him. he swatted my hand away and poked my neck too.

i stopped poking him and shit, and i just laid there, cuddling with him. he's annoying, but he gives good hugs and cuddles.

earlier, not too long after i left zayda's house, she had texted me. she thanked me for taking care of her last night and all that, as well as for the medicine i left for her. i assured her that it was no problem.

after i had left zay's house, i went to mine and snuck in without any problems. i fell back asleep for an hour or two. after i woke up, i bothered finneas for a while.

after i had got bored of that, i invited atticus over and that's where we all now. we talked a bit before i had started playing my ukulele.

"go to sleep; stop fighting it," atti chuckled lowly.

i had noticed that i had been drifting off to sleep, only to snap back awake.

"shut up," i grumbled, though i still cuddled closer to him and quickly fell asleep.

•••

a/n ayooo

thoughts?

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