𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗬 || 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿

𝟬𝟬𝟯 - 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬

-🗞-

Detention had finally finished, and i was leaving the building robin caught up with me.

"You want to sit with me and my friends at lunch tomorrow?" He asked.

"Sure," i said, getting on my skateboard, "see ya."

As i was skateboarding home i saw the kid who delivered newspapers, playing catch with his dog.
The ball was thrown and bounced against a tree, and the next thing i knew i was on the floor.

"oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said, running over to me, his dog following behind him.

"Its fine..i guess," i replied, holding my head where the ball hit.

"Here, let me get you an ice pack," he said, quickly running inside his house.

The ball hit the side of my head, but i wasn't bothered, you'd be surprised with the amount of injuries I've gotten from skateboarding. (Unless you roller skate/skateboard)

He came back with an ice pack and handed me it, "again, I'm so sorry,"

"Its fine, I've had worse," i replied, he stared into the ground, as if to think of something.

"Hey, how about i take you for icecream tomorrow?" He offered, "to make up for hitting you in the head,"

"Sure, whats your name?" I asked.

"Billy, billy Showalter, you're y/n right? English class," he said, referring back when i sat next to him this morning.

"Yup." I replied, "i got a detention for that one,"

"Drawing on your hand?" He said, looking down at my still drawn-on hands.

"Mhm, anyways, ill see you tomorrow, thanks for the icepack," i said, still having it on my head.

"Anytime, ill meet you after school for icecream?" He said, as i nodded.

"See you tomorrow, paperboy," i laughed, as i started skating away.

"Alright, skatergirl," he playfully scoffed, referring to the nickname i gave him before he went back into his house.

-🗞-

I unlocked the door, my brother standing there, just staring.

This town was definitely getting to him.

"Shit! When will you stop doing that?" I said.

"Who was he?" He asked.

"Paperboy, like i said this morning," i said, trying to go upstairs before he blocked the first step.

"What, is he like, your boyfriend now?" He shrugged.

"The fuck? No, we literally moved here yesterday, dumbass," i replied, before going under his arm to get up the stairs.

Weirdo.

The icepack in my hand, i realised there was something stuck to it, a note.

'call me :)
***-***-***'

That desperate, huh?

Ill call it later.

"Y/n! Dinner!" My mom yelled.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

I ran downstairs and sat at the table.

"Y/ns got a boyfriend," my brother teased.

"I have not, shithead!" I protested.

"Hey! Don't swear at the table, but who's this 'boyfriend'" she asked, she was really taking my brothers side?

"Ok, first he isn't my boyfriend, but who your referring to is the paperboy," i rolled my eyes.

"Ooh, he cute?" My mom said, smiling.

"Mom!" I yelled.

"Alright, not your boyfriend, just a crush then?" She said. I continued eating, too tired to carry on the silly conversation.

Once i had finished i out the dish next to the sink, and went back upstairs.

Time to call the number.

(Please tell me if this is rushed)