sins of my youth. // Billy Hargrove x oc !plus size

001 ➶ Fast Times

A/N: Reposting an old fic. Flawed characters that I won't condone. TW: Light bullying, hints at an inappropriate relationship between a teacher/student, and teenage jerks. Billy and Evie start out as enemies who find more in common than they like. Evie is plus size and a woc, don't be a bigot under my story. This story gets dark at times. LOTS of 80s movies refs ;D Please leave words if you enjoy my writing, ty!

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A blaring bell trilled. Lunch time. So close and yet so far. Scrambling high schoolers like zoo animals clamored into the cafeteria. Knocking shoulders and bouncing around. No one really cared about knowledge today, the last day of school before winter break began.

   1984. Coming to a close.

   "Evie!" A hand rose to wave. One pink scrunchie around the elegant wrist. Heather Holloway. Cute as a button smiling there. Hands pulled headphones down to acknowledge her. Evangeline Fenny. Best friends since the sandbox and now seniors. "This stupid day is dragging."

   "It's killing me." Evie whined to herself, settling her beat up lunchbox on the table. Red and blue pattern, scribbled all over with song lyrics in black marker. "Mrs. Stockard fell asleep at her desk, I wanted to die."

   "She snores so loudly." Heather sparkled when she laughed, sweeping her hair back into a high ponytail with her scrunchie. Evie held a mirror up for her to see out of habit. "Thanks." It was particularly louder than usual. Teens pregaming the parties to come over the two week vacation.

   "Going skiing with the folks this year?"

   "No, they're going up to the cabin and I'm staying home after Christmas." Heather unpacked her lunch, carefully organizing it. Evie pulled a regular PB and J out, amused.

   "Sushi?"

   "My mom's going through a phase." Heather poured herself a bit of soy sauce and plucked up chopsticks.

   "Your rich is showing, Heath." Evie giggled when a foot kicked at her under the table.

   "Trade you a piece for half the pear."

   "Deal." They switched. Evie tucked some unruly dark curls aside, sitting back.

   "So...there is a party tonight. Loch Nora. Bunch of schools."

   "Which ones?" Evie's brow rose.

   "Ridgemont will probably crash, but who cares. It's winter break, we'll go and have some fun then crash at my place. Eat chips, make fun of them, and pass out like we always do." Heather bounced a little. "C'mon, Evie. I'll pick you up and we can walk from my house."

   "I'll think about it." That meant yes to Heather. She grinned, reaching across to pat her friend's arm playfully.

   "It'll be fun."

   Evie just whined and crunched on her pear, brows scrunching. Parties weren't the same since the incident. But, she picked the popular, social butterfly for her closest friend.

   The two couldn't have been any more different.

   Heather Holloway. Rich girl from Loch Nora befriending Evangeline Fenny, a Cherry Lane girl, in preschool. They switched beaded hair ties and the rest was history. Bonded over music and fashion. Heather was classically stunning as if she jumped off a magazine.

   Students used to make snide comments. That Heather kept Evie around because she made her look prettier. Sweet Heather shut that down. Loudly. Whenever the subject came up. Evie Fenny was a bigger girl. Plush. Fat. It wasn't a dirty word. She was a strange and pretty teen who carried herself too high to be bothered with comments.