Billy Hargrove Oneshots X reader

Love you from afar

Plot: You like Billy, but he is oblivious to it.

Warnings: None really, just the normal Heavy Swearing.

Words: 3000

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"Look at her."

"Disgusting."

"Just the way she throws herself at him is enough to make me gag."

Carol and you were smoking on the hood of your car and watching as Tracy from Biology kept flirting with Billy on his way out of school. Carol smirked at what you said and jumped off of your car. She walked in a mocking way and pretended to trip with a "Oops" She then flipped her head up and looked you in the eye.

"I tripped; can I suck you off?" Carol batted her eyelashes as she grinned at your burst of laughter and stood up again.

"You gotta gasp more, she always sounds like a fucking Porn star." You muttered as you blew another puff of smoke. Carol had already finished hers and stomped it out so you handed her yours so she would continue to talk shit with you. She sat back down on the hood of your 1967 Chevy Impala that your dad gifted you when you first turned 15.

The two of you started acting out the voices of Billy and Tracy as they walked and talked. You spoke in a deep dumb voice as you played Billy.

"Ya know, my car has great mileage, so does my dick."

Carol used a higher pitched voice but spoke with panting breaths, just like how Tracy talked. "*Breath* Wow, *breath* that's so hot *breath*." 

"God, she sounds like she's getting ran through constantly." You growled as you watched her balance on his chest while fixing her shoe.

"She wishes she was getting ran through constantly. By Billy specifically." Carol handed the cigarette back to you as she kicked her feet impatiently. Carol was always moving; it was like she was on drugs 24-7 and couldn't control half her body. 

Billy looked over to where his car was and spotted you sitting on yours which was parked next to his. He smirked when he saw you glaring at him from your spot on your hood. He pointed to Tracy as she still wasn't looking and mouthed 'Should I?' to you as if he was trying to piss you off.

You shook your head slowly as she finally stood up straight and gained his attention. Ignoring your warning, Billy placed his hand on Tracy's lower back and guided her to his Camaro. You growled lowly, gaining Carol's attention from her nails and directing it to the scene in front of her.

"*Gasp* He isn't." Carol said as she watched the scene unfold.

"He better not be." You said as you jumped off of your hood and stomped out the remainder of your cigarette bud.

Halfway up the small hill to the parking lot Billy removed his hand from Tracy and gave her a small wave as she walked in the direction of her car on the other side of the parking lot. Your glare remained on your face but the tension in you deflated.

Billy placed his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, the smirk he wore still permanently on his face as he reached the cars. You were leaning up against the Impala when he came, your gaze facing forward towards the school and not him. He kicked your shoe as a greeting and as a sign to move over. You moved further into the center of the vehicle as Billy leaned on the left side of you, Carol on your right. Billy pulled out a cigarette and felt for his lighter but couldn't find it, that's when you pulled it out of your left pocket and handed it to him. He slowly took it from you, eyes never leaving your face as he tried to remember lending it to you.