My B- Billie Eilish

Chapter 26

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"How have you been?" she gives me a warm smile which makes me want to rip those teeth straight out of her face

How could she be acting so calm like nothing ever happened? These past few weeks she has been acting distant, always made excuses just to not speak to me and now shes talking to me like nothings wrong

"What are you doing here?" I ask, making eye contact with a cactus on the window sill in the distance

"Marc invited me so I came along" she shrugs "You know I'd never turn down a good party" she adds with a stupid little chuckle

"So..." she breaks the awkward 5 second silence, I sense that Billie is getting annoyed beside me, my guess is if another three words leave Emily's mouth she's going to go off

"Why don't you go bother someone else" I stand up and Billie does the same as we make our way past her into the kitchen where theres less people

"Oh my god hi Jenna" Jennifer opens her arms out for me as we enter the room

In the corner of my eyes I can see Billie's eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, poor girl

"I'm going outside to smoke" she mumbles as she pulls out one of the cigarettes she had in her pocket for tonight

"Emily is fucking here" My smile turns into disgust in a split second

"Who" she cringes

"This one toxic mother fucker but anyways" I wave my hand in front of her face as I pour myself two shots of vodka

"Is that why she's in such a mood today" she points her head in the direction Billie went in

"I guess so, and now she seen you too" I smile awkwardly

"Tell her she doesn't have to worry about me I have a date next Friday with someone off Tinder" she says in her diva voice as she sways her arms in the air, it's very clear she's already had a few drops of alcohol before this conversation

"Slut" I chuckle

"Like you aren't" she gives me an up and down stare as she downs my shot in a split second

"Only for Billie" I smirk

"We never even talk about you and Billie, come on aren't we like besties or something" she sits us down on the tall kitchen chairs

"Well what do you want to know" I say fidgeting with the vodka bottle, trying to decide if I want to drink it or smash it against my own head

"Oh everything, how's the sex and is she treating you good? When's the wedding and kids and stuff you know" the alcoholic says taking the bottle from me to make herself a drink

"Slow down girl how many drinks have you had already"

"Enough to be curious about your love life" she replies

"Sex 10/10 wedding tomorrow hopefully, kids never and princess treatment, how about your new 'Tinder' match person" I quote with my fingers

"She's so good you don't understand, apparently she's meant to be here today but I haven't seen her yet so I don't know maybe I'm getting scammed" she lets out a laugh

"Enough of alcohol for you" I take the bottle from her and fill the two shot glasses up, downing both of them as soon as I could so she doesn't have the chance to take them from me this time

As we continue talking I hear shouting and cheering coming from the outside, it's been loud for the past minute or two but we both chose to ignore it as we were too deep into our "perfect wedding" talk