let me love you | B.E.

four

Billie's pov:

I watch the clock tick down the last few seconds of class before it rings. Everyone starts rushing to pack up their stuff until Mr. Anderson decides to be that teacher.

"The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do," he announces, causing everyone to groan.

"Suck my dick," I mutter under my breath.

"I'll be glad to tell you, Ms. O'Connell, that you just earned your first detention this semester," he says while ripping off a Friday detention slip for me, "class dismissed."

I roll my eyes and scoff. I hear Francesca giggling to herself next to me and shoot her a hard glare.

"What are you laughing at, princess?" I ask, the nickname slipping from my mouth without realizing it.

"Oh, nothing," she winks before standing up with her bag and exiting the classroom.

I get up afterwards and follow Zoe and Drew out of the classroom. We all have French class together so we exit out the west hall's doors and head over to the south wing.

"I can't believe I got a detention on the first day, bro," I whine to my friends.

"I mean, knowing you, it was bound to happen sometime in the first week," Zoe half-jokes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just don't know what I'm gonna tell my mom. I promised her I wouldn't get in any trouble this year—look how that turned out already. Now she's gonna take away my baby, Dragon," I pout.

Drew swings her arm around my shoulder to side-hug me, "I'm sure she's not gonna do that, Bil."

"Yeah, right. This morning she told me if I get into any trouble, she's taking my keys away again," I explain to her.

"She's probably just saying that. Besides, why does she have to know? You could always say you're going to my house after school as your cover up," Zoe suggests.

"I guess you're right," I give in to the thought, "I'm gonna use that excuse, thanks Zo."

We make it to our next class and sit down right as the bell rings. Ms. Dubois clears her scratchy throat before introducing the class. I copy down the practice regular verbs written on the board onto my conjugation chart, conjugating the respective -er, -ir, and -re verbs as I silently pay attention to the lesson.

Francesca's pov:

I'm currently sitting in Biology class next to Nova, communicating by writing notes to each other on the edges of our notebook paper. I get bored eventually of just sitting in this stale, old classroom and decide to use the restroom. I write a note to Nova to ask if she wants to come with me:

me: yo imma go blaze up in the bathroom, wanna come?

I see her smirk and she writes back to me:

nova: nah im good, u have fun tho babe

me: ight can u bring me my stuff after tho cuz imma be a while

nova: i gotchu girl

I raise my hand and wait for Ms. Alvarez to call on me. Once she clears me to go to the bathroom, I get up and leave, not bothering to take the hall pass since I won't be coming back.

I wander around the empty halls until I found the girls bathroom. I checked under all the stalls to make sure it was all clear before going into the big stall and locking it. I put my left foot up against the wall and bunched up my sweatpants, taking my hidden weed vape out of my long sock. I hide it there so that it's not visible to teachers when they walk by.