Runaway ~ (Completed) ✅ ~

09

(y/n) - your name

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"(y/n)!" Billy peaks over his shoulder as he heard one of the prissy goody two shoes call out her name, the brunette chick waving her over to the table she sat at in the cafeteria. Billy watched her go over to the brunette, sitting down with her. He had been keeping an eye on her the whole day today at school, from the moment she left the house till now. That didn't stop him from flirting with girls like routine and pulling them into empty classrooms for a quick fuck, but that also didn't mean that he didn't stop all that once he saw (y/n).

She wore an off-shoulder long sleeve shirt with cargo pants, a flannel shirt and those damn combat boots she wore every day. It was her normal getup but it was unusually hot today in Hawkins so why wasn't she wearing short sleeves like she sometimes did on heatwaves like this. He had regret eating up at him from the inside, leaving her the way he did last night knowing she was terrified of being alone. He should've stayed and not just being a fucking pain in the ass like he always was.

"Billy..." some chick on his lap whines like an annoying bitch, turning his head to kiss him and he doesn't waste a second to pull her in closer. She smelled horrible, cheap perfume drowned on this girl and her hair was crunchy like she sprayed too much hairspray on it. It wasn't soft like (y/n)'s, didn't have her heavenly floral scent like (y/n).

"Does he have to do that here? I'm gonna puke..." Carol tries to whisper to Tommy but fails, Billy ignoring her as he pulls the girl on his lap off him. He had enough of her, winking at her as she giggles shamelessly and walks to her group of friends that squeal. Billy looks over at (y/n) again to see her chatting with the three loser musketeers, Harrington and her having a heated argument.

"Why did he drop you off at school yesterday!?"

"Like I said, I woke up late and my car wasn't working!"

"He didn't do anything to you? Make any moves on you and do something you didn't want him too?"

"No! He's a good guy when he isn't acting like a fucking pain in the ass!" Billy smiles lowly at that, turning around on the bench to lean his back against the table with his legs spread. He closes his eyes behind his sunnies, arms up on the table on either side of him as he chewed on his gum.

"A good guy my fucking ass-"

"-Steve. I'm ok. He's my neighbour and we look out for each other. I'm safe with him ok."

"Fine, if you're good then fine but I will beat his ass."

"You can try. Don't think I haven't heard about him getting the beat on you." Billy snorts at (y/n)'s reply, clearing his throat before standing up to spit out his gum and pull out a cigarette. Billy was lighting up the stick when a wash of flowers drifted over him and he closes his eyes, sighing from the sweet smell and opening his eyes to see (y/n) walk past him. She didn't look at him, didn't give him a glance and he was stuck watching her walk away.

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"O-Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl since the flood. Oh, Ophelia, h-heaven help a fool who falls in love~"

The night was quiet as it usually was but in the dead of midnight, it was broken by drunken slurring and singing by a single girl that walked down the road with a bottle of Jack in her hand.

"O-Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl since the flood. Oh, Ophelia, h-heaven help a fool who falls in love~"

(y/n) sings out lowly, taking a swig from her bottle as she stumbled down the road to god knows where. All she knew was that she wanted to run away again. She felt trapped again. Like she did before moving to this godforsaken invisible town. The road was empty of cars and living people, free reign to drown out the silence that clawed into her brain. It was the fucking silence she hated so much, hated the deafening quiet.