The Other Side ~ b.e

Grammys Night

this one...was rough...i dont even wanna talk about it.

February 10th 2019 ~ Highland Park

Billie POV

"It's not that bad."

I was showing the scratches Chantel put on my car to Finneas and as per usual, he was no help.

"Are we looking at the same car?"

I was pissed because she knew how much this car meant to me.

She keyed my car over a piece of fabric? It's never that serious.

"Billie, you can literally get this buffed out. It's just the paint."

"Finneas. Look with your fucking eyes. Look how deep the scratches are,"

Finneas stands up, I knew he was going to say something stupid so I stopped him before he could.

"But if I key her car back, I'm wrong?"

"I'm sure her car is insured for millions."

Of course it is.

"I have to get her back. This isn't right."

Finneas rubs his face, "Billie please, I'm honestly tired and we have to be on the plane at 3am tomorrow, just go to the shop and get it fixed. You have money."

"That's not the point."

Finneas starts walking back into the house and I get a call from Chantel.

So she decides to talk to me after a week of denying vandalizing my car and think everything will be fine and dandy?

I don't think so.

I answer, "Are you finally admitting you keyed my car?"

"Can you just shut up and meet me at my house?"

Who does she think she is?

"No. How about that?" I scoff.

"Meet me or I'll put sugar in your tank next."

"So you're admitting to it?"

"When you admit you ruined my dress on purpose."

"It was a fucking acciden-"

"My house now. I won't ask again." Chantel hangs up.

Fuck Chantel.

I don't have to do anything she tells me.

February 10th 2019 ~ Calabasas

Chantel POV

"Took you long enough." I open the front door letting Billie in.

"What do you want?" Billie stands there not walking in the house.

"I need to talk to you."

"I don't wanna talk to you."

I smile, "Well that's too damn bad."

I grab her arm pulling her into the house, closing the door behind me and practically throw her on the living room couch.

"You're holding me hostage, I can report that along with the vandalism." Billie crosses her arms.

"Am I holding a gun to your head?"

Billie sits silent and looks away.

"Then you are more than welcome to leave." I look at her, tilting my head.

She shrugs still not looking at me.

She wasn't going anywhere, "That's what I thought."

We sit in silence for a few seconds and sit on the couch across from her, thinking of what to say.