I was about to get out of my car, but a loud noise at my window made me jump. I saw two hands pressed against the glass.
What the fuck?
The person took off their glasses and raised slightly their hat.
Is that.... Billie Eilish?
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well hell...
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Billie's pov...!
everything went wrong.
I haven't seen Ann since we arrived, which was an hour ago. If it weren't for Clara I would be alone right now.
It's not that I don't enjoy her company but let's be honest, I'd rather be with Anne at my house making out.
Ah right, let me catch you up.
Five days have passed since the first time we kissed, we've seen each other two more times since then and damn, the tension between us is only growing and it's already killing me.
Every time we try to take it further, something or someone interrupts us.
You have no idea how frustrated I am.
I bet she's too.
We haven't talked about whatever we have right now but we're good with that. We're just still friends who suddenly give each other kisses and some hickeys when things get a little heated.
The only thing we agreed on was not to tell his friends. I don't know why she wants that but I respect her.
Clara is talking to me about something but the truth is I'm not paying attention, I'm scanning the room trying to find my Ann.
I saw a trail of red hair moving quickly towards what looks like the kitchen. Honestly, I have no clue where I'm standing right now, could be the living room though. It's not that I'm drunk or anything, I'm just not really paying attention.
I excused myself to Clara and got up following the little red head.
I stepped into the kitchen and found her at the back, in the midst of a heated argument with a guy.
I approached them and put my arm behind her back, grabbing her bare waist protectively, gaining both of their attention.
"Who's this?" I looked to my left, meeting Ann's gaze, and then at the guy in front of me, whose frown made me feel defensive.
