Runaway ~ (Completed) ✅ ~

08

(y/n) - your name

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"About fucking time!" Billy hissed out and (y/n) glares at him.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?"

"Just get in." (Y/n) sighs and jumps in, buckling up as Billy drove off. She turned to question him but frowns at the bloody nose he had.

"Again?"

"Harrington caught me off by surprise. Gotta say, the kid had a good right hook but the skinny fucker wasn't strong enough. Beat his scrawny little ass." Billy smirks out but falters as (y/n) narrowed her eyes at him. "He swung first! And I ought to teach the fucker not to mess with Billy Fucking Hargrove!"

"Why did he start the fight with you?" Billy sighs, still clutching his nose.

"He saw me dropping you off at school today. It's none of his fucking business so I don't know why he was pissed. Said something about staying away from you and that you weren't like the other skanks and sluts here. You were too good to be around me like I'm some sort of bad influence."

"I mean, to be honest Billy, you do fuck the girls one after the other. That's your whole shtick here, the king banging dumb dolls left and right. Steve was just being a protective friend."

"Protective friend bullshit. It's none of his fucking business."

"I get it. I know that he doesn't really know that we don't fuck around." Billy glances at (y/n) who sighs softly. "And I know that you like to keep this, only between us and I'm fine with that, but please don't fucking beat up my friends to a pulp. For fucks sake..." Billy raises a brow at (y/n) as she pinches the bridge of her nose, whispering the last sentence in annoyance.

The car ride went silent after that as Billy took them home until he chuckled lightly. "You think the girls I fuck are dumb dolls?" (Y/n) gave him a 'you fucking kidding me' look.

"Please, they got nothing in their heads except for air and cum I swear to god. Dumb fucks who think they're the top bitches of the school. Wait till they leave high school and face the real world, then they'll be royally fuck. And not in the good way." Billy laughs out at (y/n)'s angry grumbling, enjoying her rant about the bimbos at school which he agreed, were dumb and easy.

"I like this side of you. Feisty."

"Don't start with the flirting, god Billy. Just give it a rest for today." (Y/n) rolls her eyes, smiling lightly and Billy catches it again. It was a small but sweet smile. He brought them home, getting out of his car and inside (y/n)'s house as he heads straight up to her room. (Y/n) follows after him, flipping all the lights on and getting the aid kit stuff before walking over to Billy who sat on her bed. He removed the tissue and (y/n) quickly gets a damp cloth to try and stop the bleeding. "Jesus fucking Christ Billy..." he chuckles at her frantic state.

"This is nothing. Doesn't even hurt-" Billy hissed lightly when (y/n) prods the bridge of his nose after taking the cloth off when the bleeding stopped.

"It feels broken, is it broken?"

"It's fine." Billy shakes off her hand.

"Do you have any other bruising or wounds except the one around your eye?" Billy shakes his head. "Ok, you need to change out of your clothes. They have blood on them." Billy quickly took that as an invitation to take his jacket and shirt off while (y/n) went to grab something big enough for him to wear. When she came back with a hoodie, she shrieked as he was unbuckling his pants. "Pants on! Pants on! Leave them on!"