My Boy (Billy Hargrove)

07

- Sabrina's Pov -

    "First the staring and now my house? You must really be in love."

I grunt as I open my locker. "Love isn't real." Obviously I'm joking, but maybe I can scare him off.

He scoffs. "Yeah, fuck that."

"So did you set that up? You like me that much that you had to get that whole fucking dinner thing planned." He's leaning against the locker beside of mine, intently staring at me.

"No. I didn't even know." I peer at him, his face still bruised and they don't look like they're getting better. "You don't have to go." I mutter, looking back inside my locker.

He scoffs. "Yeah and then get the shit beat out of me." He mumbles just loud of enough for me to hear.

I furrow my brows. "What?"

"Nothing. Forget about it. Listen just don't bring it up to anyone okay? It doesn't need to be known." He tells me.

"I wasn't going to. I haven't even thought about it until you said something just now."

Which is a lie. I totally thought about it the whole night.

He nods.

"Billy!"

Oh great. Here's Mandy.

I quickly close my locker and head off to my class. Behind me I hear Mandy start to ramble off about some nonsense. But something in me was telling me to look back, so I did and there he was staring at me again. I face the front while clutching my backpack straps.

He's intimidating but I'm not going to let him get to me.

-

"Layla what the hell am I supposed to do?" I whisper.

Fourth period had come. Steve is sitting a couple desks in front of me and Billy once again is a couple seats behind me.

"He thinks I'm obsessed with him."

"Are you?" Layla asks me.

"Layla it's your fault we got caught anyway." I snap at her.

She chuckles. "Okay well you should be thanking me."

"For what?" What could I possible be thanking her for.

"He's going to be inside of your house."

"Oh yes. Can't wait." I glance at her before looking back at the front. Our teacher sits at his desk, reading something.

Class should've started 10 minutes ago. Most days I would've loved a free period but if I had known that Steve was going to start pissing me off once again...

"Sabrina." He takes a seat in front of our, facing me.

"Yes Steve?" I clasp my hands on top of the desk and flash him a smile.

"Can we talk?"

I roll my eyes. How many fucking times is this asshole going to-

"She's obviously not interested Harrington." A voice from behind me speaks up.

I turn around, I already knew who it was but I just needed to double check and make sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't. We make eye contact and seconds later he raises his brows, almost like he was irritated.

For some reason those words coming out of his mouth made my stomach turn. Not in a bad way but in a good way. I like the feeling but at the same time I didn't. What the hell?