Billy Hargrove Imagines

Alright, Baby

Summary: It's a hot day in Hawkins, and when a guy decides he likes what you're wearing, things take a turn for the worse.

Warnings: cursing, violence, sexual assault

Word Count: 1,434

A/N: I'm terrible at coming up with titles. This is a call out post for MYSELF, before ANYONE ELSE can do it. Thank you. 

In your defense (not that you needed one), it was an obnoxiously hot day in Hawkins. The thermostat was creeping up into the 90's, and the few clothes you were wearing, seemed like too much. You were sporting a baby blue Hawkins High shirt, that you had cut up to form a crop top, and high-waisted black shorts. You looked like almost every other girl in town that day- hot, tired, and bare-skinned. Your (h/c) hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, loose strands falling around your face, but you paid them no attention.

"I know it's hot, and you're all wanting to leave, but there's still five minutes left in class. So do me a huge favor, and pay attention," the exasperated voice of your Calculus teacher sighed, her manicured hand coming up to rub at her temples. Most of the class had their heads on their desk, trying to escape the heat, while others were doing their best to focus. "Work on pages two-hundred-ten, and two-hundred-eleven, all of the evens. It's not a lot, and you have the entire weekend to get it done. Now you can pack up." She turned her back on the class, not-so discreetly dragging her hands through her unruly hair.

"When I, get home, I'm jumping straight into my pool," your best friend, Steve Harrington, scoffed from beside you. His backpack was on his desk already, pre-packed and ready to go. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was turning into a certain curly-haired blond.

"Flaunt your luxury, why don't you," you groaned, slumping back in your chair, and crossing your arms over your chest. The action allowed your shirt to rise up on your stomach slightly, but you made no attempt to fix it.

"Hey now, I never said you couldn't join. Just don't bring the bulldog along," Steve grumbled, standing up as the bell rang. You followed him, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"He's more of a jack russell, to be honest," you corrected, flashing the taller boy a smirk.

"Whatever you say, (L/N)," Steve laughed. "Offer still stands! I'll catch ya later." He turned around the corner, waving his hand at you as a form of a goodbye.

The hallway was packed with teenagers, all swarming in different directions to get to their lockers, or out the side doors. You already had everything you needed in your bag, but you needed to wait for Billy by his locker. So, you did your best to squeeze between the students crowding the halls, impatient 'excuse me's 'move's and 'watch out's echoing all around you. Finally, you made it to the familiar blue locker, and with an exhausted sigh, you leant against it, allowing the cool metal to hit your skin.

"Hey! (Y/N)!" a voice called out, quickly catching your attention. Your eyes snapped open once you recognized the voice, and you attempted to hold back a groan of displeasure. Carter Amristead was rushing towards you, two other boys behind him. He was dressed in soccer shorts and a muscle-tank, the other two looking relatively similar.

"Hey, Carter," you sighed once he came to a stop in front of you. Carter had liked you since middle school, and his infatuation had only grown throughout high school. The more you began to fill out your clothes, the more his mouth began water.

"What're you doing over here? It's hot, and the school doesn't have AC. You should be heading home," he questioned, casually leaning his arm on the locker beside you.

"You know damn well what I'm doing over here, Carter," you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. "I'll be heading to Billy's in a few minutes."

"You're still with that brute? Come on, (Y/N/N). You can do better than that," Carter all-but whined. He shifted so his forearm was against the locker now, moving himself closer to you. The other two boys moved as well, one standing directly in front of you, and the other to your side. You were caged in.

"Yes, I'm still with Billy. And I'm pretty sure nobody in this school is better than him," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Carter's eyes darted down to your now-exposed waist, before returning to your face.

"I like this- what you're wearing. It's cute," he hummed quietly, ignoring your statement. You scoffed and straightened up, allowing the shirt to fall back down.

"Fuck off, Armistead. I've got things to do," you snapped, attempting to push through the barricade of boys. Carter's hand came up to your shoulder, slamming you back against the locker.

"Nu-uh, you're not going anywhere." Carter looked up, looking up and down the deserted hallway. Everyone had left, anxiously wanting to get out of the heat. "You've been ditchin' out on me for years, but not this time. I'm done waiting for you to see me," he snarled, moving his hand down to grab your arm tightly.

"Ah, Carter! What the hell," you cried out when he yanked on your arm, pulling you away from the lockers. Panic began to settled in your chest as you desperately tried to break free. With as much force as you could, you tugged your arm out of his grasp, and the off-balance sent you flying to the ground. Carter was back on you in a second, straddling your legs so you couldn't kick him, and holding your arms above your head. Your shirt was now pulled up to the point where your bra was almost showing. "Get the fuck off me!" you screamed, thrashing from underneath him.

"Yo, Cart', man, we shouldn't do this..." one of the guys said from beside him, his eyes blown wide in shock. However, before Carter could retaliate, a strangled shout came from just down the hall.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing on my girlfriend!" Billy shouted. Carter's head turned around briefly to look at the blond, but he wasn't given much of a chance- for Billy had nose-dived straight for the soccer player.

The two boys rolled to the ground beside you, and you quickly stood up, tossing your backpack to the side and fixing your shirt. The two boys Carter had come with were gone, the second they had heard Billy's angered voice, they ran for the hills. So now, it was just the three of you. You knew Billy could handle himself, and win this fight easily, and that if you stepped in, you'd end up with more bruises than you already had. Plus, you didn't exactly want to stop the fight... so you stood silently, biting at your fingernails, as Billy wailed on Carter.

"You. Son. Of. A. Bitch." Billy ended each word with a punch, continuously hitting different areas of Carter's face. Carter tried to raise his hands and hit back, but Billy had him pinned down, and the blows were coming down too quick. Eventually, Billy grabbed the front of Carter's shirt, pulling the bloody boy towards him. "If you ever come near my girl again, I'll put you in the damn morgue. Got it?" Billy seethed, and Carter nodded viscously, whimpering when his head smacked down on the ground. Slowly, Billy stood up, taking a few short breaths before he turned to look at you.

"I'm fine, don't worry," you said, before he could. "You shouldn't have done that. You're gonna get in trouble," you whispered, grabbing his bloody hand gently, in order to pull him closer.

"And he shouldn't have fucking touched you," Billy growled, but you shushed him quickly. Leaning up, you gave the blond a soft kiss, carding your fingers through his hair.

"It's fine, okay? Come on, let's just go back to your place. I'm sure Max is waiting," you pleaded, running the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone. Billy nodded in agreement, and leant down to pick up your backpack. He shouldered it, since he didn't have one of his own, and wrapped his other arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. You were forced to wrap your own arm around his waist to keep yourself from getting smothered, but you didn't mind.

"I'm never gonna let anyone touch you again," he murmured into the side of your head as the two of you exited the school, the heat immediately washing over you.

"Alright, baby. You're the only one I want touchin' me anyways," you giggled, playfully biting at his jaw. Billy's mouth quirked into a smile, and he shook his head with a gentle laugh.