A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song Cross Me by Ed Sheeran, Chance the Rapper, and PnB Rock. I hope you all enjoy it.
"You know," Billy hummed, leaning over the desk in your direction, that smile that always made you feel a little queasy lingering on his lips. "You don't need to keep wasting time on losers like Harrington, Sweetheart-"
"Firstly," you interjected, forcing your eyes back down to the book in front of you. "Steve isn't a loser. Secondly, Steve isn't my boyfriend," you added softly. "And thirdly, please never call me that again," you muttered, finally lifting your eyes to fix him with a glare. "It makes me feel physically sick," you added, with a small shrug.
Billy let out a snort of laughter. "What? Harrington too pussy to make a move?"
"Cut it out, Hargrove," you pressed.
"Or you just keep turning him down, too, is that it?" he murmured. "Because let's be realistic, Sweetheart, he wants to fuck you; any sane guy would-"
"You know," you interrupted. "Steve isn't a total pig, so he's capable of being around women without automatically assuming that means he has to get laid."
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Sweetheart," Billy chuckled. "And when you're oh-so heartbroken when he does make a move, give me a call, yeah?"
You rolled your eyes. "Keep dreaming, Hargrove."
*Time Skip*
Steve had been on high alert in the hallways ever since you'd mentioned your little run-in with Billy during algebra class that morning. He'd stayed close to your side, eyes surveying your classmates as you made your way to your locker, waiting for Billy to turn up and try something again.
"Why are you being weird?" you hummed, finally reaching your locker, chuckling when Steve leaned against the one next to yours, his eyes still roaming, searching. "Steve?" you hummed again, nudging him lightly.
"Huh?"
Your brows furrowed slightly. "What's going on?"
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face for just a second. "Sorry, just thinking-"
"There she is," Billy called out, interrupting your conversation effortlessly, his hand slapping your ass so hard that you stumbled into Steve, his hand shifting to your hip to keep you from falling. "I'd know that ass anywhere," he added, and you'd watched as Steve's concerned expression had hardened, his eyes shifting away from you to look at Billy, who was grinning as if he'd just won the Goddamn lottery.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"She likes it, don't you, Sweetheart?" Billy hummed, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he watched you, looking so damn proud of himself that it made you feel a little sick to give him the satisfaction. "See, Stevie, a girl like Y/N needs a real man. Someone who isn't too pussy to fuck her how she needs it."
You watched as Steve's jaw ticked, his glare still fixed on Billy.
"Steve," you started quietly. "Leave it-"
"Yeah, Harrington. Just leave it and let someone else have a go on her for once."
Your grip tightened on his shirt, a silent warning not to react, to keep it in, not to cave and give Billy the exact reaction he was waiting for.
"You can have her back once I'm done with her. Just want to take her for a test drive. I'll break her in real nice for you."
Steve untangled your hands from his shirt a second later, his touch as gentle as he could manage with the fire bubbling under the surface of his skin. God, he wanted to destroy Billy. He wanted to hurt him so bad that he couldn't ever talk about you like that again. And shit, usually, you trying your hardest to calm him down would be enough - Hell, he would've done anything you said usually - but right now, he was finding it pretty hard to see past the red fog that was clouding his vision.
