𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮|| Billy Hargrove

1. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

Y/n's POV

I was outside with Olivia before class started, sitting on her car. We talked about Halloween costumes and stuff like that until we heard a roar in the distance from a car. We took our attention to the loud noise and saw a Blue Camaro pull into a parking spot right across from us.

"Who is that?" Olivia asked me.

I shrug, "I don't know."

When the car parked, the door opened and a man stepped out with curly hair, jeans, boots, a white shirt, a denim jacket, and a cigarette in his mouth. A younger red head girl with a skateboard stepped out from the passenger side and left to the middle school. Probably a younger sister?

"Oh wow..." Olivia swooned.

When he shut his door, he looked around and saw me. I blushed and looked away. He did have some good looks but it was whatever. When I looked back to him, I saw him begin to walk away and flick his cigarette away.

"Whoever that is...he's got some ass." Olivia said with a giggle.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at her.

1 week later...

I sat on the bleachers with my friend, Olivia, at the bottom. We both chit chatted about what we wanted to be for Halloween. She said she was probably just going to be a cat but I wanted to be something people wouldn't expect. But I didn't want to work too hard so I would probably choose something basic too.

"I mean—being a black cat on Halloween is so basic—but so are angels and witches and zombies!...I wish this wasn't so hard." Olivia complained.

"Y/N! Y/N!!"

I shout my head up and saw my brother running to me. Jonathan.

"Jonathan! What's wrong!?"

He panted as he stopped in front of me.

"Will's gonna be a Ghostbuster character! We need to get him a costume! ASAP!"

I nod, "after school, I got my wallet, we'll go as soon as possible."

Jonathan nods and looked at Olivia, "hey, Olivia." He kindly said.

She blushed, "H-Hey Jonathan!..."

As Jonathan jogged away, Olivia smiled.

"Is it Valentine's Day? Because Cupid just shot me with an arrow."

I laughed, "you're so weird! That's my brother!"

She nods, "he's cute too! He does photography, his dream school is NYU, he has brown eyes, he's a softie, what more is there to love!?"

I shrug, "his personality?"

She nods again, "that too."

Then boys rushed out onto the basketball court and began to play some basketball. One team had shirts on and the other team didn't. Luckily for my eyes, Billy Hargrove was on the no shirts team. He wore short shorts too which made me drool but I snapped out of it. I could not feel this way when I have someone else.