My Boy (Billy Hargrove)

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- Sabrina's POV -

    Two, long, excruciating days passed. And here Billy was once again, leaning up against the house with a cigarette. He watched Max and Beth play, as did I.

Nothing had really been said between the two of us except for a simple greeting. I guess he thought today had to be different.

"So. You're going to the game?"

I sigh. My eyes stay focused on the girls. "Yep."

"Why?"

I really don't know why he thinks he has to always pry in my life. Why he always has to ask the stupidest questions. I know that he really doesn't care that much.

"Didn't you hear the conversation..?" I asks, almost sarcastically. My fingers now tapped against the deck, something I did to control my anxiety.

He scoffs in response. "What you're going because Mandy asked you? Yeah right." He let out a laugh, one that infuriated me.

One thing that really did confuse me was why he was so stuck on me being "friends" with Mandy. Why that was the topic that he always brought up.

"What's your deal with this whole thing?" I finally ask, turning to face him, he was in the same stance, facing the girls.

He just looks at me with confusion written all over his face.

"You're literally dating her, but you talk shit about her and pester me about being friends with her. I don't get it." I made sure to keep my voice low enough so the girls don't hear.

He doesn't answer. I didn't think I was going to get an answer so I just turned back around.

"Like I said Carter, there's something different about you. You're not like Mandy or Layla or any other of those whores that you call friends. I think you're trying to hide something." He flicks his cigarette before stepping on it. His voice stayed level but I could tell that the last part of that was more of a question.

"Hiding something.." I muttered. The tapping grew more aggressively. "I'm lost." I spoke up.

"They're shadowing you.." he pauses. "and you're letting them shadow you for a reason, not sure what that reason is but I'll figure it out," he walks towards her.

"Max! Time to go!" He shouts. Groans are heard from the young girls before she grabs her skateboard.

"I'll figure you out." Is all he says before walking away to his car.

I freeze. My fingers stop. My eyes stayed glued to the ground as I hear the engine rev. What did he mean by that? His words sent shivers down my spine, which eventually turned into a gut wrenching feeling in my stomach.

"Going inside Sabrina." I hear Beth tell me. A slight nod was all I could give her in return.

"I'll figure you out"

His words replayed in my head. I sit there until the street lights come on. Dissecting and dissecting, trying to figure out what exactly that's supposed to mean. Only one thing came to my mind.

Does he know my secret?

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    I avoided Billy at school the next day, when it came to lunch I hid in the bathroom. I know that's childish but the thought of being anywhere close to him made me want to vomit. When the girls asked me why I wouldn't be joining them at lunch I kind of just dodged the question. How could I tell them what happened? They'd think I'm exaggerating or going crazy.

Because the truth of the matter is

he was right

I do have a secret.

A secret that I'd have to keep hidden from everybody, even my parents.

So I sat in the stall with my head against the wall, my mind racing and my heart pounding. My fingers aggressively tapped my thighs. Deep breaths Sabrina. Deep breat-

"Sabrina?" A voice interrupts. A deep voice. A familiar voice. "Sabrina" He calls out again.

Harrington?

How the hell does he know I'm in here, more importantly, why does he want me? I quietly lean forward, my heart still racing but now for a different reason.

"Come on Sabrina I know you're in here. Layla told me."

I bite my lip. Seriously Layla..? A sigh escapes my lips before I grab my bag and unlock the stall door. I make my way out of the bathroom and sure enough, I'm greeted with Steve fucking Harrington.

"What the hell do you want Steve?" My eyes flicker to the ground before looking back at him.

He places his hand on his hips. That was the famous Steve stance. He stares at me before opening his mouth to speak..

"You wanna tell me why you're eating in the bathroom like a freshman?" He nods his head to the bathroom, still looking at me.

My arms cross over my chest. No, I really don't want to tell you. My head turns to the side before sighing. "If you must know.." I figured I'd tell some of the truth, he hated Billy just as much as I did. "I'm avoiding Hargrove."

His brows raise as he adjust his stance. "What?" I almost laugh at how taken aback he seemed.

"Yeah, so-"

"Is he bothering you? What happened?" He rushes to ask.

"No- Steve, I don't need you to "protect" me. You lost those privileges." I shake my head. Yeah, I get it, he's worried about me, but what right does he really have?

"Brina-"

"Don't call me that.." I snap.

He sighs out. "Sabrina. I know we ended on bad terms, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. Hargrove isn't a good guy to hang around, I'm just trying to look out for you." He runs his hand through his hair, I stare at him with narrowed eyes.

"Well don't. I don't need nor do I want you to look out for me. Understand?" I ball my fists by my sides before walking past him. The bell had to be close to ringing now, I figured I'd just hang by my locker.

"Sabrina please. Are you that pissed at me?"

I stop. My back facing him. Was I pissed at him? Yes. He humiliated me and I promised myself that I'd never forgive him no matter what.

"Just leave me alone Steve." I mutter before continuing my way down the hallway.

I really can't talk about my problems with anyone. My thoughts circle around and around. No, there was someone. Someone that would understand. Someone who has dealt with similar problems.

Someone like me.