online love (billie eilish)

teacher's pet

inspo: teacher's pet, melanie martinez

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You got a wife and kids, you see them daily, don't know why you even need me...

Freya's POV:

Sometimes I miss college. I miss Jules. I even miss Jo. But that was another lifetime. I'm a woman now. I've been used and abused too much, something needed to change. And if not me, at least my environment.

All 3 of them have wives and kids. They all lie and say they're divorced and lonely. I know a bit about spinning a story in your head to make yourself feel less guilty about the things you're doing. But these men are bad people, redistributing their pocket blood money. Wave a blacklight over the dollar bills and the stains appear clear as day. It makes me sick to my stomach to interact with them, to rely on them. So I like to check up on them once in a while, watch them go about their days, to make me feel less guilty about taking from them.

I know so many secrets, all I'd have to do is wait for the right moment to use it as blackmail. Get enough money to be set for life. But where's the fun in that? I've only got four of them. Imagine what I'd get from 10, 20.

I push up the thick-rimmed black sunglasses and write more notes in the little red journal. Their names, names of their wives and kids, their business partners, the other girls they're "sponsoring." I watch the second man I met, Chris, leave the black car and enter his work building. He kisses his wife on the cheek before she heads off to do errands. Really just buying more clothes for charity galas while her husband works to take properties from the poor to turn them into fancy apartments rich people will buy and stay in for maybe 3 weeks out of the whole year.

I follow her into a store, wearing my most expensive dress, shoes, and handbag to blend in. I search through the racks while the workers greet her with open arms, pulling out dresses for her to try on. I gasp a little on purpose at one they show, and she turns to look at me.

"Sorry, it's just so beautiful," I blush, looking down, and she takes a step towards me.

"Which would you choose," she nods at the employee to hold up the options.

"Hmm, what's it for?"

"Me and my husband's anniversary. We decided this year instead of a night alone to host a charity gala," she says and all the employees ooze compliments at her fantastic generosity. Fucking cunt.

"That one is perfect. Graceful, while still flattering, I'm sure," I point at one dress and she nods in agreement.

"What's your name, honey?"

"Ashton," I think of a pretentious name and she smiles at me, shaking my hand.

"Say, how would you like to come to the gala? We're always looking for younger fashionistas to make these events less boring old people," she jokes and I laugh.

"I'd love to!"

She nods at her assistant who gives me information and takes down mine.

Soon enough, I leave the store, heart beating fast. I ask myself what the fuck am I doing, getting too close to this.

Billie's POV:

Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?

What the fuck is Freya doing?

I watch her leave the store from across the street, in my car. I have a million questions. Her life is a sinkhole and I'm falling fast back into it. She's always getting into trouble.