GIRLFRIEND // B.E

twenty-five.

•billie•

"jesus, christ, billie, what the hell happened?" finneas asked with wide eyes as i walked into the house.

"i got into a fight."

"you look like you murdered someone!" he claimed as he got up to bring me into the bathroom; he was gonna tend to my hands and shit without me even asking him to.

"nah, she's still alive," i sighed, then coughed out "unfortunately."

he sent me an unamused glare. i laughed, though quickly after cussed as he tried to scrub the blood off of my knuckles. my knuckles were busted, because i did not pull my punches at all.

"who did you even fight?" he asked.

"leila."

his brows furrowed briefly. "zayda's girlfriend?"

i nodded. he was silent for a moment as he continued to clean up my hands. "so... i'm assuming that zayda wasn't too fond of that, considering the fact that she isn't here."

"no. she was pissed," i huffed. "leila threw the first punch though!"

"and why did she throw the first punch?" he questioned, though he clearly already knew the answer. he just wanted to see if i would tell him.

"i kinda started it by telling her about me and zay..." i sighed. "but she was trying to make me stay away from zay, as if she owns her or some shit, and it really pissed me off. there's also the fact that zay still hadn't told her, and i— i was just really fucking mad at everything that was happening."

"jesus, bil," he mumbled. "i can see why zayda got mad. it really wasn't your place to tell her."

"but—" i started to defend myself, but he cut me off.

"but i can also see why you're mad. zayda should've told leila," he told me. "have you talked to her about why she hasn't told her yet?"

"i'd ask her when she was going to tell her or if she had yet, and she would just respond with 'soon.' she wouldn't tell me exactly when, and it was really starting to feel like she would never tell her," i explained.

"when's the last time you asked her?" he quizzed.

"uh..." i trailed off as i thought for a moment. "monday."

"that was at the beginning of the week; for all you know, she could've planned to tell her tomorrow," he pointed out.

"you don't know that," i muttered stubbornly.

he thumped my forehead. i pouted as he did. he continued to clean up my hands. he put some shit on them that made them burn like hell. whenever i complained about it, he just told me that i was overreacting and being a baby.

rude.

he then cleaned up my face. leila did manage to get in a few solid punches, but nothing like i had done to her. i'm honestly surprised that she was able to get up and walk away after.

imagine losing to someone shorter than you. couldn't be me.

"so... what all did zayda say to you about it?" fin asked.

"she got all mad about how that wasn't how she wanted leila to find out. she tried to tell me that she was going to tell her soon, but i yelled at her," i mumbled as i stared down at the ground. i refused to meet his eyes.

after all the times that zay has told me how she doesn't like it when leila raises her voice or yells at her, i went and did the same shit...