My Boy (Billy Hargrove)

04

- Sabrina's Pov -

Party.

That was all I heard as I walked through the halls. The only reason why I was going was because of Layla. She insisted I went so she wouldn't be alone, but she always had the company of Mandy and everyone else.

"Sabrina!" I hear a familiar, high pitched voice shout my name. It was Mandy.

"Hey, so just to let you know, the party is tonight at my house." She hands me a flyer. I thought it was a bit much considering it wasn't a big occasion. "It's just to kick off the school year. Be there Brina."

Please don't call me that.

"Yeah..I will." I tell her.

"Great!" She says before smiling. Only seconds after her eyes widened and she said her goodbyes before rushing off.

I turn around to see Billy. He was walking into the gym and right behind him was Mandy, I guess going to give him a paper. Should've known.

I sigh and make my way to my next class.

-

"Do you know what you're wearing yet?" Layla asks Mandy who sat across from me.

I picked at the schools lunch in front of me, my head rested on my hand. The table jumped with excitement about this party, I wasn't completely against it I just didn't understand the point of a party when we're not even a week into school yet.

"I got these cute shorts, and this REALLY cute pink top. I'm gonna look so hot, just wait." She winks playfully before plopping a grape in her mouth. I subtly roll my eyes.

Layla laughs along with the rest of the table before looking at me. "You okay Sabrina?"

I place my fork down and put on a smile for her. "Yeah. I'm just- I need to use the bathroom." I lie while standing up from the table. "I'll be back." I grab my bag before walking towards the exit.

Before I step into the bathroom, I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

"Carter"

I turn around to see a familiar face leaning against the lockers. I couldn't help but stare at him as he looked at me.

How does he know my last name?

"You wouldn't happen to have any.." He makes a smoking motion before dropping his hand back down.

I shake my head. "I don't smoke." I mutter out as I face the bathroom again.

"You should, it relieves stress."

I stop in my tracks again, clutching my bag. "What makes you think I'm stressed?" I snap, my back still facing him.

He chuckles. "Babe, you can tell just by looking at your sit at your table for a couple of seconds."

Did he just call me babe? Why the hell does he think he has the right to call me that or make any accusations about my life.

I scoff and face him again, he's still leaning against the lockers but this time he has a smirk plastered across his face. "Great well thanks for that, but you don't know me and I don't need your help because i'm not stressed."