Middle Fingers Up // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿

It was Sunday before your hangover from the party finally starts to dissipate, the headache waning into a dull thud. Still, the sun was beaming far too brightly today so you elect to slip on some shades as you head downstairs to make breakfast.

"Dracula has risen," Your sister Jessica announces as you walk into the room. You just flip her off as you move to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup.

"No sunglasses in the house, honey." Your mom chides as she comes in wearing her Sunday best, hair curled and pinned perfectly. You abide her instruction and remove them, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the room. "Is there any point asking if you'll come to church with us today?"

"Hmm, you know I'd love to, but-" Cutting yourself off with a much-needed sip of coffee, you continue once you've swallowed it down. "I'll be too busy sinning."

She just sighs, shaking her a head a little though you could see the faint echo of a smile threatening to break onto her lips. "Well, if you change your mind, I know Father Bishop will be happy to see you. What are you going to do instead?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I'll go for a ride, see what havoc I can wreak."

It didn't end up that way, though. Nope, you mostly just stayed in bed most of the day sleeping off the rest of your hangover. Munson had swung by with the guys as well and you all watched a movie while your parents went out to dinner and Jessica went over to visit Max.

Then came Monday and it was time for school again, the building towering over you as you begrudgingly enter it. When you do, everyone seemed to be staring at you and whispering under their breath things you couldn't make out.

Do I have food on my face or some shit? you ponder, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear and glaring back at the accusatory stares.

"The fuck are you looking at?" You yell at a huddled group of basketball players who only mutter more about you at your question. It was getting on your nerves.

One of them mumbles "whore" and that's your undoing. You slam into him, throwing him against the locker and pointing a finger at him as you seethed with rage, "What the fuck did you just call me?"

"You heard, whore. Everyone knows all about your little after-party with Hargrove on Friday." His friends laugh and the noise does nothing for the fury within you right now. You were confused and obviously the butt of some joke but you didn't understand the context and it only made you more angry.

Oh my God. He told them we slept together. The notion dawns on you and you freeze in place. You were dumbfounded and weren't doing well with processing it. "Looks like Hargrove finally thawed the Ice Queen's heart," One of the jocks jokes, but you were still frozen. "Yeah, or something else." Another adds, causing the group to laugh once more.

Realistically, you had two options that you could think of in that moment to help the situation. You could get angry and run him over with Eddie's van, slash his tires, set his house on fire - All wonderful options but wouldn't really help your situation, just your mood. Or... You could elect to go for option number two. It was risky, but if it worked it would be far more satisfying and definitely hilarious.

"Oh, that? My bad, I thought you were talking about something interesting." You force yourself to change your demeanor to one of amusement, stepping back and folding your arms as you laugh. "Honestly, weirdest two minutes of my life."

They caught on to the bait, as you'd hoped.

The boys were clinging to your every word and moving closer together as they eagerly clutched to a newer, juicier version of events than Billy had told.

"Two minutes? Damn, man - that's embarrassing." One of them comments and you giggle, twirling a lock of hair around your finger to really drive your point home.

"Right? And you didn't hear this from me, but -- " you lean closer and they mirror your movements, your pinky finger rising and wiggling to hint to them at the size - or lack thereof - of Billy's manhood.

"No!" They say, laughing and loving every little detail you gave them. "I barely even knew he was there, to be honest." You shush them as they laugh harder at that, attempting to maintain the act that you were trying to keep the details 'hush-hush' but you could already see eavesdroppers around you passing on the information.

"The best part? He started crying right after and made me hug him for an hour before I could finally get away. The whole thing was just... sad." You snort, but don't forget to add on, "But keep this between us, okay? He'll be super upset if he finds out."

"Yeah, of course. And... Sorry for being mean, you know? You're actually pretty cool." They were obviously just trying to keep you sweet so you shared more details with them, and you didn't mind playing along, offering them the loveliest smile you could muster and batting your lashes at them. "Aw, that's okay, silly."

God, men were so easy to manipulate sometimes. You pat one of them on the shoulder and head to your first class, chin held high as you take on the stares of your classmates.

Fuck it. If Hargrove wanted them to believe you gave it up for him, you would go along with it. On your own terms that made him look as undesirable as you could. Good luck to him trying to get a date in this place by the time you were done.

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"I can't believe he told everyone you slept with him." Eddie was shaking his head, though couldn't help the laughter he released at what you'd done in response. "You don't mind that people think you did?"

Shrugging, you roll up the sleeves on your gym shirt. You were sat on the bleachers, right at the back, avoiding taking part in any of the activities down below. It was good enough that you were here, you didn't need to take part. "Nah, I don't give a shit. People will always talk bad about you, the only thing you can do is manipulate it to suit yourself. Ergo, Billy has a shrimp dick and cries after sex. It'll hit him a lot harder than it hits me since I don't want to date anyone in this shithole anyways."

"Christ. You're an evil genius, (Y/N)." He remarks, feigning a bow of respect which makes you giggle. The changing room doors open then and Billy steps out in green shorts and a grey school gym shirt, obviously running late to this class. His posture was rigid and blue eyes were alight with a stormy glare as he scanned the room.

They settle on you and his eyes narrow at you. It was definitely satisfying to know you'd pissed him off and the asshole deserved it for what he'd said about you to begin with - let alone what he actually tried to do with you that night.

"Do you think he heard?" you mutter to Eddie who simply snorts in response as you raised your hand to wiggle your fingers at Billy in an all-too-sweet wave. "Morning, honey!" You shout, but it doesn't seem to amuse him at all. People were staring again, some even laughing as they watched your little greeting and you had to admit it felt good to turn the tables on him.

So fucking good.