Converse | Eddie Munson x OC x Billy Hargrove

Chapter 14

It was a Saturday in early February. Eddie hadn't asked me to the dance, and tickets were selling out. I didn't expect him to, I didn't think we were anything more than best friends. But I also had a part inside of me, deep down, that hurt at the fact that he hadn't even joked about it. Nothing, nada, not a word. I had been painting my nails during this train of thought, and to add insult to injury, I accidentally had swiped my whole finger pink. I clenched my eyes shut to quell the fury, my breath coming out in a huff.

I took no time wiping away the mistake, having to start that finger all over again. I was focusing, attempting to quiet down the whining in my head, when the phone began trilling. I side eyed it, knowing full well who was calling. I glared a second longer, then hesitantly yanked it off the ringer.

"Pain and loathing answering," I grumbled, once again having to fix the troublesome finger.

Eddie snorted. "Why's that, sweetheart?"

The pet name felt like a bitter sting to my heart. "Just keep getting interrupted while I'm painting my nails."

"Ah- sorry 'bout that." He chuckled apologetically, "So, I was wondering- can I come over?"

"Now?" I scoffed.

"Yeah, now," He responded nonchalantly.

I looked around at the books littering my room, and the nail polish balanced atop my bed. "I'm busy, now."

"Aw man," Eddie soughed.

"Yeah," I drawled, assessing my work.

Maybe I was being petty. But god, was I tired of the little dance we were doing. I wanted clarity, but part of me still just wanted to believe that I could just go to school and sit with the normal table and be left alone because this was getting too real. So real that I was genuinely fuming because of the situation. I was becoming one of Eddie's people, and it was becoming noticeable. It was annoying me that we weren't more. That was a change I'd never expected.

"Well, if you're not busy tonight I have a gig- we're performing at the bar." Eddie supplied hesitantly. I could tell he was trying to figure me out.

I considered it, then I groaned, hitting a pillow on my bed. "I'm really busy tonight,"

"Aw, come on, man," He laughed, but it seemed a little hurt.

I sighed. I looked over at my wall of pictures, then I realized something I hadn't before. My tone uplifted immediately. "Actually, you know what- I'll be there."

"Really?" He was surprised. "I mean- great. Ok, seeya then, Harrington."

"Seeya." I only responded, hanging the phone up. Right after, I dialed up Rob's number.

"Hey! Rob, do you want to go out tonight?" I kicked my feet in the air innocently.

I'd been ready to drive myself, but Rob had offered to pick me up- and every opportunity I had to save gas I took. He was a little bit hesitant when it came to where we were going- he wasn't Eddie's number one fan- but he also had been chasing me around for years. I liked him well enough, he wasn't a complete moron. So, he'd given in. He just didn't want to "get too friendly" with Eddie. Which I could support.

Rob picked me up at 6, and we got there in a half hour. I had given up trying to wear outfits Eddie might like- tonight I wore an outfit I felt good in. It didn't match the vibe of the venue well at all, however. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I felt like a side-piece in my outfit than the main course. In fact, looking down at my mini skirt and heels combination- I felt almost foreign to myself. Like someone who didn't know how to dress themselves, so they just wore what they found as soon as they saw the racks.