10 Things I Hate About You

Chapter 4-

"Y/N?" Eddie said, knocking on the bathroom door again when you didn't answer. "Are you okay?"

"Go away." You responded, hating how weak your voice sounded.

"Can you let me in?"

"I said, go away!" You shouted, your voice breaking as you wiped the tears from your eyes with shaky hands.

There was a pause on the other side of the door before the door handle suddenly started to turn and you quickly realised that you never locked the door. Shit.

You hastily grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall and covered your front, but to your surprise, Eddie didn't try to look or even try to come inside. Instead, his hand shot out through the small gap, his ringed fingers holding up his leather jacket.

"I won't come in, I promise. Just take my jacket. It won't fit great, but it will, uh... it'll cover you up."

Hesitantly, you reached out and grabbed his jacket before Eddie retracted his hand and closed the door like a gentleman despite probably knowing that you were shirtless inside, he still didn't try and enter.

"I, uh, I'll leave you to it then." He said awkwardly before you heard his footsteps retreating down the hall.

You turned back to the mirror, tossing your shirt into the trash can on the floor before you pulled on Eddie's leather jacket and zipped it up. He was right, it didn't fit great, but it did the job.

You waited in the bathroom for a few minutes, debating whether to hang around for a bit longer or just go home before decided that home sounded like the better option. You didn't want to deal with anyone's questions about the scars or their judgement. You just wanted to go to bed and forget it ever happened.

Without further thought, you walked out the bathroom and made your way downstairs only to bump into Billy Hargrove, of all people. His nose was still bleeding sluggishly from the fight earlier, but he didn't seem to care.

"Here." He said, pouring a shot of vodka from a bottle of Smirnoff before holding it out towards you.

"You spike it or something?" You asked bluntly, not wanting to deal with his shit.

"No. I just... I get it." He said, motioning towards your jacket covered back with an almost sad, relatable expression. "Drinking will help forget about the people that hurt you. Believe me, I know."

There was so much to process in just that sentence, let alone the fact that Billy Hargrove, Hawkins newest bad boy was actually being nice to you, despite clearly already knowing about the scars.

"Fuck it." You said, taking the shot and downing it in one mouthful before handing it back to him.

Billy chuckled, pouring the vodka again and you downed another before walking off in search of a drink that didn't make your throat burn so badly.

It wasn't hard to find another drink. Steve literally had coolers across his marble bench top that were filled with various brands of beer and cider, along with a bowl of punch and a stack of solo cups.

That must have been what Nancy had in her cup. It had smelt nice, hopefully it tasted nice too.

You grabbed a cup and scooped it into the bowl before taking a sip. It just tasted like tropical juice with a little bit of a kick, it was actually kind of good.

"You know you don't have to drink that. It's loaded with rum and tequila and God knows what else." Eddie's voice suddenly said as you filled the cup right up.

Turning towards him, you noticed that he wasn't wearing his usual leather jacket, just his Hellfire shirt and you briefly wondered where his jacket had gone before remembering that you were literally wearing it.