Why Hate? (Billy x Steve)

Nurses office

Tw: cursing, blood mentions and slight bullying.

Billy swiped his hand through his hair as he ran across the basketball court, his shoes skidding as he halted and dunked, knocking Steve over in the process

Billy smiled, walking over to Steve and reaching a hand down, sweat dripping off his forehead.

"Not such a king now are you?" He asked, sneering as Steve's face grimaced, hair sticking to his forehead.

" Is this really it? I heard so many rumors about you. And now that I've proven I'm better it's like all the fight has left your body." Billy stuck his hand out, lifting Steve up effortlessly with a pull.

" Sounds to me like you're scared, Harrington. It's a shame to say I actually wanted to play the game." Steve rolled his eyes shoving billy away from him, his hands brushing against his nipples and a blush appearing on both of their faces.

The game resumed both boys staying away from each other before a basketball landed straight on Billy's face. The stoic male shocked as his nose began to bleed.

Steve was the first one over, his hands going to grab at Billy's face before a hand grabbed his wrist. Billy's face was turned to the side, his usual frown deepening.

The coach walked over, snorting as he pointed towards the double doors. " Harrington, escort him to the nurse, I can't have my best player hidin an injury."

Steve nodded, grabbing Billy's arm before being shoved off once more.

" I don't need a fucking babysitter. I can walk to the office perfectly fine on my own." He spoke aloud the doors closing behind the boys.

" Maybe that ball should've hit you a little harder." Steve muttered.

"What'd you say Harrington?" Billy asked, his eyes gleaming.

" I said maybe that ball, should've hit your ass a bit harder Hargrove. Maybe that ball did hit you hard after all."

His shirt was grabbed, his back slammed into the wall as Billy eyed him, hands on his collar.

" So... you do have your usual fire. It's a shame your too embarrassed to show the school this side of you."

Steve shrugged, wrenching Billy's hands off his shirt.

" I just like to see you embarrass yourself."

Billy suppressed a laugh. " A brat I see."

Steve's face blushed red, his eyes darting to the floor.

Billy rolled his eyes, tilting Steve's face upwards, his eyes traveled up his body, blood dripping onto his shirt from the bloody nose, his uniform hugging his body tightly.

" I'm not a brat Hargrove. Your just intimidated by me." Steve explained.

Billy laughed, his hand resting on the wall." oh really."

"Yeah. And to prove it I think you should kiss m..." Steve continued on with his sentence not noticing how Billy paused.

Billy came back after Steve pushed Hargrove off of him, not realizing all his weight was leaning onto Steve pushing him further against the wall.

" if the idea of kissing my ass is so enticing to you. You should've asked." He shrugged, walking down the hallway.

Billy started, watching as he left.

And then took himself to the nurses office quietly.