Tw: blood, fighting, violence, hinted mental health disorders ( not explicitly stated), cigarettes, cursing, and screaming
Billy stomped across the halls, his leather jacket falling as he grabbed his lighter, walking up to billy and shoving a lit cigarette near his face.
" I heard you talking shit Harrington." He seethed.
Steve shrugged, grabbing Billy's cigarette and pushing the lit stick into his own mouth, puffing the smoke out into Hargroves face.
" It's a free country. I can say what I want. Especially if it's true." He said nonchalantly.
Billy shoved Harrington against the lockers, the hallway silent as everyone scrambled to leave.
" You bitch. Figured you couldn't say shit to my face so you said it to everyone else?!" He asked, his hands tightening.
Steve sighed, pushing the cigarette back into Billy's mouth and giving a bullshit smile.
" since you want me to say it to your face so badly..."
He leaned forward, pushing Billy off of him before dusting off his shirt.
" your an angered issued bitch who walks like there's a stick constantly up your ass..." Steve walked closer, watching as Billy's hands scrunched up.
" who can't control his emotions, and instead of talking them out, he likes to hurt others. Often with his sloppy fist." Steve finished, grabbing the cigarette again before dodging Billy's punch, his hand hitting the locker door.
" looks like I hit the sore spot Hargrove. You gonna prove me right?"
Billy licked his teeth, his eyes widening before throwing punches, his hands colliding with Steve's stomach before feeling a harsh punch to the head.
" It's a damn shame I'm right, Hargrove. Your an ass who can't control his own damn-"
Billy roughly grabbed Steve, shoving him down onto the floor and screaming. " I didn't think you had it In you Harrington, I thought this whole time you were too much of an ass to say anything."
Steve's eyes widened as Billy laughed maniacally, his body hunched as he wiped his bleeping lip, bruises already starting to form on his face.
"Is that all you got bitch? Don't tell me the big and bad Steve Harrington is scared to get his ass whooped?!?" He screamed, charging before falling to the ground and raising his fist mere inches from Steve's face.
His face leaned forward, his breathing harsh and heavy. Steve stared shocked, a brief hint of calculation in his eye before gently pushing upwards. Billy's body following.
" your.. you..." he was shocked. His hands gently pushing the long haired boy off of him while he was still calm.
Steve glanced at his dilated pupils before sighing and staying silent.
Billy grunted, standing up and wobbling for a bit, the side of his head hurting from the punches.
He collected himself and started off towards the bathroom, Steve slowly standing as well and grabbing Billy's jacket off the floor.
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Why Hate? (Billy x Steve)
Fanfiction*More so a collection on one shots* Billy walkes into school and automatically assumes he's boss, deciding to ignore the rumors about Steve. Steve doesn't fight back at first, but as feelings arise and time passes, Maybe they realize fighting isn'...
