lost cause | billie eilish

28 | before i let that happen

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"so," she started as she stood next to me. "trouble in paradise?"

i glanced at her and rolled my eyes. "just when i thought shit couldn't get any worse."

"you missed me?" she asked.

"paige," i started. "get the fuck away from me."

"you know," she started with a smirk. "i always thought we could be good friends if you ever got over moony."

"mhm that's great," i said before walking up to the food truck and retrieving my fries from the lady. "thank you," i told her.

"cheating on her in public?" paige followed me. "bold bold move. i didn't think you had it in you."

i stopped in my tracks and turned to face her. "i did not cheat on saylor."

she chuckled. "does saylor believe that though?"

i just squinted. "what the fuck do you want? like why are you ever here?"

"like i just said," she shrugged. "we could be great friends."

"paige i don't want shit to do with you," i furrowed my eyebrows. "and saylor and i are still together."

"really?" she rose her eyebrows in genuine shock.

"yeah," i nodded. "sorry to burst your bubble."

"it's been almost a year right? you aren't sick of her yet?" she looked at me.

"no paige," i tilted my head. "im not sick of her. just leave me the fuck alone," i rolled my eyes as i turned to walk away.

"no way," she followed me. "i think we should catch up."

"you honestly have nothing better to do with your life?" i rose my eyebrows.

"saylor was my life," she started. "and you took that away from me."

thereeee she is.

"here we fucking go," i sighed.

"i had that bitch wrapped around my finger," paige said to me. "she did whatever i wanted."

"maybe but she still cheated on you multiple times with different people," i shrugged as i ate a fry. "i don't think you have any room to flex here."

she then smacked the box of fries out my hand, having them now scattered all in the grass. "i didn't fucking ask all of that eilish."

i furrowed my eyebrows and looked in her eyes. "you think im scared of you?"

she smirked. "your bitch is."

"guess what though?" i whispered, still in her face. "im not her."

paige huffed. "oh now you so badass huh?"

"you must've suppressed the memory of me beating your ass?" i tilted my head.

"ask saylor that same question," she grinned.

that pissed me off, and i couldn't help it anymore.

i pushed her. "keep her fucking name out your mouth bro, i won't say that shit again."

"woah woah," she chuckled, putting her hands up in innocence. "you sure you wanna do this right here? cause i'd love to embarrass you."

"you'll be dead before i let that happen," i told her.

"oh? i like this billie," she smiled. "it's kinda sexy when you're mad."

"are you mentally ill?" i asked her in seriousness. "like what the fuck is wrong with you?"