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While on our way to school, we spotted Billy ahead of us. Anthony whistled out to me from behind as we pulled up beside him, matching his speed. I rolled the passenger window down. "Mornin' Hargrove!" I laughed. "I get the feeling you're stalking me, princess!" I shrugged, returning my eyes to the road for a second. "My brother wants to race, what do you say?"
Billy looked at Anthony before looking at me again. "Fuck it." He revved his engine before speeding up, Anthony and I following suit.

Cassidy's words replayed in the back of my head. 'Don't ride the clutch.'
I did it anyway. What the fuck does he know? A lot, apparently. I gapped the two boys and sped down the road. We drifted into the parking lot but I wasn't finished. I liked showing her off sometimes. I did a few donuts before the hood started to smoke. "Shit." I put her in park and popped the hood. Anthony raced over to me in a matter of seconds.

"What happened?" He asked. "Rode the fucking clutch."
He let out a blaring laugh. "God, shut the fuck up, will ya'?" He rolled his eyes, "Cass is gonna have a field day when the tow pulls up later."
I shook my head. "He's got work, jackass. And if you or Ash open your big mouths you're dead, got it? Dead." I slammed the hood down, rolling my eyes at the only and only Billy Hargrove who now stood next to me.

"You're a good racer, keg queen," He smirked. "Name's Bex, how 'bout you use it sometime." He raised his hand in mock surrender. "Got it, princess."
"Cabrón."
"Oh, and she speaks Spanish."

"Et le français, connard." I flipped him off as Anthony and I headed inside. We split off to get to our lockers. The one next to mine creaked as someone leaned against it. "Let me guess, another jiffy pop night?" I closed it to be faced with Steve. "Thank's but no thank you," He smiled. "Then what's up? You only talk to me when you need something."
"Yeah about that... Uh, so there's a screening of Star Wars tonight and I thought we could nerd out together."

"Can't, gotta fix Jewels." His brows furrowed. "Jew-Jewels? Who's Jewels?" He questioned. "My car, stupid." My head turned to the loud group of kids coming down the hallway. "There's your little posse, I'll catch ya' later."
"Wait-" He softly grabbed my wrist. "We're cool, right?" He seemed so... Needy. Not in a bad way, more of a concerning way. I nodded my head. "Always."
"So then go out with me tonight."

"Steve-"

"Yes, Jewels, I know. Work on it after school and I'll pick you up at seven-thirty." I sighed. He wasn't gonna give up. "Her," I corrected. He nodded. "Right, her."
I offered him a small smile. "How could I say no when you're giving me those puppy eyes?"
"Sick, don't forget." He ran up the hall to catch up with his friends.

During lunch, Anthony and I sat by one of the windows as he taunted me about my car. "You're dead." I got up to reach for him but someone held me back. Billy.
Of fucking course. "I'm starting to think you're the stalker, Hargrove."
He placed a hand over his heart, "Wow, she knows my name." Rolling my eyes, I flicked Ant's temple before sitting back down. "Fuck's going on here?" Billy asked. He took a seat in front of us. "This dickwad won't shut up about Jewels."

"Jewels?" He questioned. "The beaut outside."
He nodded in understanding. "Even though you seem like you hate me, I'll help you out. I need something to do after school, anyway."
I scoffed. "I don't take handouts."
"Neither do I, tough girl."