𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮|| Billy Hargrove

3. 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚.𝙢𝙚.𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚.𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚.

Y/n's POV

I sat on the bleachers in the gym again. Olivia was sick today and wasn't there so it was just me. I was studying for chemistry for the upcoming big quiz I had.

Smack!

A basketball hit my head which caused me to sit up and glare at whoever hit it at me. Goddamn Billy Hargrove.

"Leave me alone, Billy! God, what's your issue?" I snap.

"Nothing. You're just in the way."

"I'm on the bleachers!!" I scream at him, annoyed.

He snickered and grabbed the ball, going back to the game. I rolled my eyes and went back to studying.

•••

I was sitting in Social Studies class, just trying to learn something but someone kept tugging on a strand of hair from behind me. I swiftly turned my head to look at them and it was Billy.

"What. You had a fuzzy in your hair." He said with a wink.

I glare and face forward. I felt him brush my hair over my shoulder and him lean in.

"You know, I think your mom likes me...is that a sign or what? *snickers* anyways, I think your mom should get to know me...she'll love me. You're single, right?"

I grit my teeth, "No, I'm not. What's your problem anyways? Leave.me.alone.Hargrove. Please."

He scoffed in my ear, "I never see you with any guy. You never cling to anyone in the halls or even outside of school. As far as I know, you're single."

"I'm not, so shut up."

"After school, meet me at my car."

That's when he backed up and sat back in his seat. I sigh and put my head down, wanting to just off myself now.

•••

It was after school and I was getting ready to walk home, but then Billy stopped me when I tried walking past.

"Whoa. Did you not hear me in class a few hours ago? I asked you to meet me here. Now that you're here, hop in. I know you walk home and that's a terrible long walk-"

"Piss off, Billy."

He gave me a look and leaned on his car, leaving forwards too to look at me. He put his cigarette in his mouth, took it out and blew smoke all in my face.

"I said...get in."

•••

His music was up load, he was smoking a cigarette, and the windows were all rolled down. He was smacking his hand in the steering wheel as he listened to the loud music. That's when he rolled them up and turned the music off.

"So, Y/n. I have a favor to ask of you."

I groan, "what?"

He glanced at me then back to the road, "I've been seeing my step sister around one of your brothers friends. Tell him to keep away. Lucas Sinclair?"