My Boy (Billy Hargrove)

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- Sabrina's Pov -

Next thing I know, my hand is on his cheek. He's cold. He's hurt.

"I will listen to you."

A couple tears fall from his eyes. A part of me is surprised that he's showing this much emotion around me. I mean not even 10 hours ago he was ignoring me.

"Whatever you have to tell me Billy." I whisper.

He takes a hold of my wrist and removes it from his face. I thought he was doing it out of annoyance until he just didn't let go. His hand moves to mine and he just, holds it..his grip is tight but I didn't say anything.

"I don't know where to go."

I look at our hands. The feeling in my stomach makes me speak before thinking.

"You can stay."

"What?"

"Just be gone in the morning. We have school." I finally look in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. I take in how they sparkle due to the tears.

He lets go of my hand and stares at me. "You can have the bed." I say. "Just..get comfortable, I have to use the bathroom." I try to play it cool and calmly walk into the bathroom.

As soon as I shut the door, I start to freak out. Billy fucking Hargrove is in my room. He's about to be in my bed. What the hell am I doing?

I stare at myself in the mirror. Then I laugh.

"Sabrina Carter. Billy Hargrove is in your room." I whisper at myself in the mirror.

Pull yourself together.

-

Billy is taking his boots off when I walk into my room. I have an oversized shirt and shorts on.

I walk over to my closet and grab extra blankets. As I do this, I can hear the bed shift behind me. "You can't sleep in the bed?" He asks.

I pause what I'm doing but I didn't turn around. Is he implying that I should sleep in the same bed as him?

Finally I turn around and look at him. If you weren't looking close enough you would think he had a straight face. No no. I can tell that his lips are upturned. He knows what he doing.

"It's a pretty big bed."

"I said you could stay because I'm trying to help you. You can leave if-"

He sighs. "I know. I'm sorry. Don't kick me out."

I smile and drop the blankets on the floor. "I think I should."

He watches me as I arrange the sheets and pillows into a little bed. I'm not too excited about sleeping on the floor and the only reason that is keeping me from sleeping in my bed is him. Not him but his ego. His pride. I'm not letting him win.

I turn my light off, now the only source of light is the street lamps outside and my tiny lamp on my desk. I always sleep with that on though, ever since the-

"Why do you hang out with Mandy?" He interrupts my thoughts.

I scoff slightly as I stare at the ceiling. "Why are you dating Mandy?"

He lets out a laugh. "I'm not."

"So you're kissing, driving home together, with each other all the time and probably screwing her..but you're not dating?" I ask. "Makes sense."

"You always have some shit to say don't you?"

I chuckle a bit. "Am I wrong?"

The room goes quiet. I could hear his breathing, only slightly though.

"No. You're not wrong."

I smile.

"So you're really not going to come up here?"

"I'm comfortable down here."

"So it's like that." He's getting tired so his voice is getting gravely. It's making it so hard to resist it.

I'm not letting this asshole think I like him. I can use my mind to move stuff for fucking sake.

"Good night Billy." I say before turning over on my side.

I hear him sigh, and then laugh a little. "I'll get you Carter. Just wait."

A smile forms across my face. I'll play this game with him if he wants. But I also want him to know that I'm not going to let him win.

"Whatever you say, Hargrove."

-

The next morning he was gone. Apart of me wanted him to still be in the bed when I woke up but we have school today and I did tell him that he needed to be gone in the morning.

I sigh and throw the blankets back in the closet before making my way into the bathroom to start my day. I wash my face, brush my teeth and brush my hair before walk back out. I decide to wear a brown tube top with black jeans, complimented with my black converse and black jacket.

I stare at my bed for a while. It's hard to believe that Billy was right there not even 5 hours ago. Maybe it was a dream, maybe it didn't really happen.

I know it did though. The jacket that he left on my floor tells me it did. I didn't notice it when I woke up. I pick it up and stare at it for a while. I wonder if I should give it to him today.

Or I can keep it and give him an excuse to come back.

That's sounds like a better plan. I hang the jacket up in my closet, hidden behind my clothes just in case and then close the doors.

"Sabrina are you ready! Layla is gonna be here soon!" I hear Bethany shout.

"Coming!" I shout before making my way down the stairs.

Let's go face the day. Let's go face him.