Middle Fingers Up // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

Billy had tried to get you to study with him a few times after that, but you'd refused each time. It might have been petty but he did say you could just 'do it in class', so that's what you were going to do now. It didn't stop you from learning your lines in a fleeting moment of boredom, though.

Okay, maybe you actually studied for it, but if it was the only thing that was going to get you out of school then you figured it would be worth it and you can get a job in town while Eddie was still in school, then you could help him graduate too.

God, he was so screwed if he had to rely on you for that.

The oral exam had been and gone, and Billy surprisingly hadn't taken any notes with him either. His performance was definitely lacking any and all emotion, but you liked to think you picked up the slack by being too over-dramatic with your lines. 

That was how it worked, right? Or maybe your English teacher just wanted you both gone from her class so she could stop pulling her hair out from stress.

You were perched on your window seat in your bedroom, on the phone to Eddie though you were being nosy and watching Billy as he left on some date with a girl from school. How were there even any left at this point?

"So, prom's coming up." He springs on you out of nowhere, but you only grunted in response since you were distracted by what was happening outside. "You're going with me, right?"

"Mmhm." You confirm, though you honestly had barely even registered what he'd said. 

"Hey, Earth to (Y/N). Could you try  to seem a little more enthusiastic? What, do I gotta get you a thousand roses and carve your name into my van?"

"Why, are you offering?" You laugh, forcing yourself to pay attention and not be a shitty friend. "Yeah, of course I'll go to prom with you. Not like I have any other options anyway, I hate 99% of the male population in this town."

"Great. I'm not paying for your dress or a corsage or any of that bullshit though. You get a ride in my van and an evening with me, that's good enough."

"It's perfect, I could never ask for more of a gentleman than thou!" you put on a whimsical voice, feigning a fainting motion though there was nobody to actually witness it. He laughs anyway, having assumed you would do something of the like and being able to tell from the noises in the background as you accidentally fall over from it. 

"I gotta shoot. See you tomorrow, babygirl." 

You put the phone down after saying your own goodbye and move to get into bed, getting an early night for once to try and give your body a break. It was no luck though. Sleep eluded you each time you got into bed lately and you were tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable and exhausted enough to fall into a deep slumber.

It was no use. 

You sit up in bed and a cool chill trickles down your spine, the evening air coming through your open window. Standing with a grumble, you walk over to it and go to slam it down before a head pops up out of nowhere and makes you jump back, choking on a scream. 

"Woah, it's just me!" Billy whispers into the darkness, as if that explanation was enough to tell you why the fuck he was crawling through your window in the early hours of the morning.

"Billy?" You were trying to whisper, but it wasn't working out very well. "You scared the shit out of me!"

He ignores you and just keeps climbing inside until he's sat on the window seat, grinning up at your perplexed expression. "What?"

"What?" You mock his tone, half tempted to push him out of the open window. "Get out of my room, Billy. You can't just climb in here whenever you like because I let you in one time. You're not a stray cat, despite looking like one you raggedy ass."

He laughs, though it settles from the look you give him that tells him to shut up before your parents wake up. You could smell the liquor on him and that's when you clock that he's drunk. "Seriously though. Raggedy ass? Stray cat? I know you got better than that."

His teasing was only making you more frustrated and you sit on the edge of your bed, rubbing the bridge of your nose to try and ease the tension in your head that was aching. "Please get out, I'm not in the mood for whatever ... this  ... is." You raise your free hand, waving it around in gesture to him.

The bed dips beside you as he sits down on it, hands clasped in his lap and you can smell whiskey and cigarettes and cheap cologne. "It's uhh-- I wanted to ask you something."

"Could it not have waited until a more reasonable hour?" You whined, cranky from lack of sleep and the intruder in your bedroom that was very much unwelcome. "Please, you're basically nocturnal." He rebuts, earning a huff as you lay down against the sheets and stare up at the ceiling, willing all of this to be some terrible nightmare you're about to wake up from.

"Go to prom with me." He states more than asks, earning a surprised laugh from you. "Now I know this is just a nightmare. Absolutely not." You don't move, don't even look at him. The fact he had the audacity to all but break into your house while drunk to tell you to go to prom with him? When you were already tired as hell and in a rotten mood? Yep, he was asking to be thrown from the window. 

"Come on, I know you don't have a date yet. Why not go with me?"

"Uhh, maybe because I despise you? Because I'd hate to take that blissful opportunity away from your harem of women?--  Ooh, no it's because I'd rather gouge my own eyeballs out and eat them than go with you. But most importantly it's because I do actually have a date. Thanks for thinking so lowly of me, though. So sweet of you."

"Yeah? Eddie?" He says, leaning back on his elbow to look down at you. You still refused to look at him, fixating on your ceiling instead but you nod to confirm what he already knew. "You're going with Munson instead of an actual person that wants to go with you? Give the guy a break, let him go with some girl he likes." 

"Oh my GOD." You groan. That was it. You'd had enough and the string that was barely holding your temper back snaps, unleashing an anger that had been building up for some time. "Who ever gave you any input on my life whatsoever? We're not even in the scope of being friends yet you think you get opinions on my life? Fuck no. I'm going with Eddie because he's the only person I can actually tolerate, and that includes you. I can't even bare the breathe the same air as you most of the time, let alone talk to you -- or God forbid go to fucking prom with you. Are you blind? Stupid? What? Can't tell when someone just doesn't want anything to do with you?"

Your chest was heaving with unspoken words, all a jumble in your head as you think of everything you need to cover in your outburst. You could tell your words struck a chord with him too, the rejection making him sink his teeth into his lower lip as he seethed with anger. "Whatever, I was just doing charity work anyway. Didn't want the freak to be left on her own at prom." His tone was bitter, humorless despite the forced smile on his face.

"Freak, huh?" You scoff and push up to a stand, body trembling with fury as you gesture to the window. "Why are you even still here? Get out before you're pushed out, you prissy little bitch."

He just laughs though there's still no humor to it, rolling his shoulders and standing from your bed as he looks at you like you're some prey he could pounce on at any minute. "I'm not the bitch here, (Y/N). You're the fucking bitch, you know that? But whatever, I'm done. Plenty of bitches in the sea."

Billy ducks, beginning to climb out of the window and you close it on his fingers, not enough to crush them but enough to make it hurt. He makes a loud, pained sound and pulls his fingers away from the crushing weight, falling from the window and into the dense bush beneath it.

You knew it wouldn't hurt him too bad. You'd fallen into it many times while trying to sneak out, but the shock would let him know you were serious. 

You don't stop glaring at him until he's closed the door to his place, and even then you're so shocked by his words that you keep staring daggers into his door. Your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths as you tried to calm yourself down.

He seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to get you angry, and just loved to push them over and over. And then he expects you to what-? Bow down and go to prom with him? Fuck no. He can call on the harem for that.