𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝

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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲

I hate that man. What the hell did I ever see in him? I am not a tall girl and he's almost the same height as me! Well, looks aren't everything, but I think that fact is saying something.

Rusty has been staying with us for two days and I already want to throw him in a tank of hungry sharks. He stays in a spare house we sometimes use for storage, the stables and arena between our house and his, but he is still always around.

"I just don't understand why he's always here. He has a whole house to himself right there." I complain to Billy as we sit on his bed - a mattress on the floor in the attic. His room is the only place Rusty doesn't bother me.

"Mhm." Billy hums from where he lays down on the left side of the mattress, his boots on the sheets. I was immediately conscious and took off my socks just because I'd walked upstairs in them - Billy will happily go to sleep in dirty boots if he couldn't be bothered to remove them. "I just don't understand why your family are so happy to have him here. I mean, they know your history."

I blink at him. "I hadn't even thought of that! Why do they-"

The door knocks and Ross' voice sounds out. "Mar? Rusty wants to talk to you."

Billy raises his eyebrows and gives me a teasing grin. "Have fun."

"Fuck off." I mutter as I get up, giving him a sharp whack to his knee as I do.

Once out of Billy's room and at the top of the stairs, Rusty is standing at the bottom of them, grinning like the idiot he is.

"You're so cute."

I raise my eyebrows as I walk down the steps. "Cute?"

"Mhm. I miss you."

Right to the chase. Okay.

"That's... nice." I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest.

Rusty's eyes move and trail down to the short cream pleat skirt I was wearing.

Sure, I wore it to try and affect Billy, so what?

"That skirt is short."

I shrug again. "Yeah?"

"Maybe you should wear a longer one. Or have you got shorts under that? Well, even so-"

"Rusty, what do you want?" I cut him off, trying to glare at him but I just feel bad even though he's such a goddamn asshole!

I almost choke at his response.

"I want to have sex with you."

Then he backs it up with a goddamn explanation?

"My girlfriend is very traditionally religious and won't have sex until marriage. But I have urges, Marty, and you were always-"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"What?"

"What? That's awful! Using me for your 'urges' and cheating on someone? You are just the scum of the earth, you are so disgusting it hurts me, you-"

"Come on! My girlfriend in France right now with her stepfamily - she won't know! And you're clearly not getting any."

"Whether she knows or not doesn't matter!" I scoff. "And maybe I am getting some."

Rusty scoffs back. "Yeah, from who?"

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I storm away and am back in Billy's room about five minutes later, and I'm ranting like my life depends on it.

"How did that go? Did you-"

"I know you were kidding about being in a relationship to piss off Rusty, but I really want to get on his last nerve."

Billy frowns and sits up. "What're you talking about?"

"He wants to fuck me just for the sake of it and I'm so angry right now." I run my hands down my face.

Is that a little hypocritical? I mean, I've had these urges about Billy for almost two weeks now... No, don't defend that cunt - you're just curious. Rusty is actually trying to get into your pants after treating you horribly.

His eyebrows furrow. "What? He said that? That little-"

"Look, I know it's a lot to ask but... what if we just... pretended to be in a relationship?"

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