My Boy (Billy Hargrove)

18

- Sabrina's POV -

"You planning on avoiding me all day?" A cocky voice interrupts my peace as im digging through my locker. I drop my head slightly when I see him lean next to me.

Finally it was Monday. I hadn't seen him for a while, it gave me time to think about everything, even though I felt like I was going to vomit every time he entered my mind.

I don't answer and continue to look through my locker. Honestly I wasn't really avoiding him, I just have nothing to say to him nor do I want to have anything to say to him. I'm trying to keep my life peaceful, and Heaven knows he's everything but that.

My body freezes when he grabs onto the locker. That's what finally made me look at him. "What the hell Hargrove?" I whisper-shout, not that anyone cared but Mandy or her minions could be anywhere...watching. "Let go." I try to move it but it was no use. His muscles flex underneath his jacket when I try to loozen his grip from the locker.

The hallways start to clear out, as it was the end of the day. I thought I would make it the whole day without speaking to him but honestly, why would I even think that would happen? He's persistent for some odd reason. We continue to stare into each other eyes. This has become a common thing we do.

"Come with me." Is all he says before letting go and walking away.

I stand still as I watch him walk away. He has to be one confident cocky son of a bitch if he thinks I'm going to actually follow him.

I continue to watch him all the way to the exit. It felt like an invisible force was drawing me to him.

Don't do it.

Damn it.

He barely makes it out of the school before I'm closing my locker and walking in the same direction he just did. I groan as my legs walk faster than my brain can tell me to turn around. I guess he is one cocky son of a bitch. But we already knew that.

I watch as he makes his way to his car. His curls bouncing slightly as he walks. My eyes wander down, down to somewhere they shouldn't be. The rumors were true, he does have a nice ass.

Ew. Sabrina. The click of the car unlocking snaps me out of my disgusting thoughts.

He opens the door and steps inside.

And the before I could even think, I was doing the same thing. My body tense as I sit right next to him. His familiar scent fills my nose as I've been in this same exact seat before. My head turns to look at him as he lights a cigarette, not saying anything yet.

He takes a long drag before his next words. "You came." That stupid smirk creeps onto his face, I didn't mean to make his ego bigger, if that was even possible...but he was right. I followed him. "Wanna go for a drive?"

I scoff, my hand grabbing onto my thighs before inhaling. "That's what you wanted? To take me on a ride?"

"Well, when you put it like that." He says with a small laugh. I knew what he was getting at.

"Gag me with a spoon.." I roll my eyes before turning and trying the door. He locks it.

"Wait. Seriously. I do want to take you for a drive." His voice changes. He sounds genuine. I stay facing the door, my hand still on the handle. It's silent for a moment before he sighs and unlocks the door. "I won't stop you."

I open the door but as I'm about to get out my body stops. I begin to doubt my decision. It's just a drive. Is that so bad? Once again, I curse myself for placing my legs back in front of me and closing the door.

He glances at me, his left arm resting out the window, cigarette in between his fingertips. I turn my head slightly to face him. "Drive or I'm changing my mind." He raises his brows before starting the car. I probably wouldn't have changed my mind anyway and I'm pretty sure he knows that.

My body tenses every time he makes a turn. I'm not sure if that's because of his recklessness or just because of him in general.

"Can you relax?" He snaps, I shoot him a glare.

My arms cross across my chest as I stare at the yellow lines. "Where are we going anyway?"

He doesn't answer at first. I let out a sharp exhale and roll my eyes. "I-"

"We're going to a spot."

I look at him. "A spot?" This caught my attention. There's rarely ever a place in Hawkins that I haven't been to, so I was curious to see where this "spot" was. "Where?"

"You'll see when we get there." He makes another sharp turn, causing me to almost hit my head on the window. When I look back up at him, a smirk is plastered across his face.

Asshole.

-

About 30 minutes later, we arrive at an abandoned park. I've never seen this place before. A swing set with just two swings, a slide, a merry go round and monkey bars. The park is surrounded almost fully with flowers and tall grass.

Once he parks, I quickly get out of the car and walk towards the park. "How'd you find this place?" I ask him, he's only been here for a couple months and I've lived here my whole life.

"My dad hit me one night. I needed to leave so I got in the car and just drove." He explains as he joins my side. "I come here, a lot."

I turn to face him, the sun is starting to set, making his blue eyes brighten up. I can see his scars and bruises better, they look like they're healing.

"Why'd you bring me here Billy?" I blurt out. I need answers.

"I like you, Sabrina."

I furrow my brows, I'm taken aback. I wasn't expecting him to just say that outright. "What?"

"I don't know what it is. Or why. But I think about you every night. Every day. Every second. I can't fucking get you out of my head." He steps closer to me.

"Billy I-"

"You're not trying to be someone you're not. You're not like Mandy."

He's so close now that I have to tilt my head back. I don't understand why he's being so vulnerable or why this sudden outburst of feelings is making me feel different. A good different. It feels right.

"So what are you saying?" I ask.

Comfortable silence washes over us as he stares into my eyes. He doesn't answer me. The tension between us just continues to grow.

Then without warning, his lips were on mine. His hands grab a hold of my hips, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. Our breathing speeds instantly. He slips his tongue into my mouth. He's experienced, of course he is. He's Billy Fucking Hargrove.

His lips feel so good against mine. Everything about this felt good. Until I think about Mandy.

I pull away, his brows furrow. Both of our chests heaving as we stare into each other eyes. I try to thinking of the right words to say, but nothing comes out. The force drawing me to him is too strong, so instead of doing what's right, I lean back in and our lips meet again.

His hand trails up my shirt, just like the day he was in my house. "Sabrina." This time he pulls away, his voice a panted whisper. I stare at him, my hands wrapped around his neck.

He stares back at me with desire in his eyes.

"Car." He demands.