𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

1 | B.L & S.M

PROMPT:  You had an encounter with the two boys at the gym.

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The high school gym lights flickered, casting long shadows as the last echoes of students faded into the night. [Y/N] lingered by her locker, aimlessly scrolling through her phone, more for show than anything else.

She wasn't in any rush to go home, and the silence of the deserted hallways felt oddly comforting tonight.

There was something soothing about the evening's chill seeping in, the emptiness, the distant hum of a world winding down for the night. It was a strange kind of peace.

Then came a voice, smooth and familiar, breaking the quiet like a blade slipping through silk.

"[Y/N]."

She looked up, startled, to find Billy Loomis leaning casually against the row of lockers, his eyes heavy with a gaze that felt impossible to decipher.

Next to him stood Stu, his usual smirk in place, eyes gleaming with that peculiar excitement that always seemed to shadow him.

They were an odd duo, their energies clashing in a way that somehow fit, and yet [Y/N] had never imagined herself caught in their gravity like this.

"Oh, hey," she managed, her voice betraying a hint of nerves she hadn't expected. "Didn't think anyone else was still around."

Billy's eyes didn't waver from hers. "Neither did we."

Stu chuckled, stepping closer, his laugh unsettling in the stillness of the hallway. "Funny thing, though—we were just talking about you."

His voice was light, but there was an edge beneath it, sharp enough to send a chill skittering down her spine.

[Y/N] let out a small, nervous laugh, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Really? What about?"

"Just wondering what makes you so hard to read," Billy murmured, his voice low, almost intimate.

He reached out, his hand hovering as if to brush a strand of hair from her face, but he stopped short, his fingers lingering in the air between them, tantalizingly close.

"I... I don't know what you mean," she replied, struggling to keep her voice steady, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Stu leaned in on her other side, boxing her in, his expression darkly playful. "Billy thinks you're... intriguing."

His tone was teasing, but there was something darker beneath it, a depth that made her pulse race with a mixture of fear and thrill.

She let out another laugh, though it sounded hollow, more like a reflex than anything else. "Well, you guys are interesting, too. Maybe a little too interesting."

Billy's mouth quirked into a smirk. "Is that a compliment?"

"Maybe." She swallowed, feeling the weight of their stares settle over her like a heavy shroud. "Depends on what you plan to do with it."

Stu's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Oh, we've got plans. Lots of them. But only if you think you can handle it."