Billy Hargrove Imagines

Pop Tart

Summary: You and Billy become close once you move to Hawkins, but after a fight between you and Carol, things are revealed. 

Warnings: a fight...? Is that a warning?

Word Count: 1,541

A/N: Okay, this is probably not gonna be too hot because these requests are pretty damn identical to Caught in Your Eyes aka, my baby. So uhhhhhh, yeah, RIP. I changed it up too because of that, I'm sorry, and it's kinda short. Don't kill me pls and thx ily guys (and idk where the name poptart came from)

Requested by cherryxdaises

You didn't know what to expect from your first day at Hawkins High. But a beefy arm being a slung around your shoulder in a near-headlock was sure as hell not one of them. You had been at your locker, exchanging the books you would need for your next class, when a sudden shout had caught your attention.

"New girl! Just the person I've been looking for!" The claim caused you to scowl instantly, your eyes narrowed as you slammed your locker. You had no idea where the voice had come from, so when a boy had come up from behind you and wrapped his arm around you, you were shocked.

"Hey, buddy! Get your hands off'a me, would ya?" you growled, trying to shoulder his arm off of you.

"Now, now, listen here, pop tart-"

"The hell did you just call me?"

"Listen, I was the new kid once too-"

"Isn't that sentimental, now let me the fuck go."

"-and I know how hard it can be. New school, new students, new town. Sucks, yeah? So why don't you ride with me, and we can be new kids together."

"This sounds like some kind of cheap-ass sales pitch to get me out of town," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"But, did it work?" the blond questioned hopefully, a grin spread across his face.

"Of course not. I don't even know you," you snapped, finally managing to get yourself free from his arm. You checked the shoulders of your leather jacket to make sure it was alright, before looking back at him. "And you, don't even know me."

"Alright, fair enough. Let's get to know each other then," he offered, leaning against your locker with his legs crossed.

"This whole encounter has given me whiplash. Why would I want to know you?"

"Because I'm Billy Hargrove, King of Hawkins, and I've just made your whole day." You laughed loudly at that, tilting your head back at the thought.

"You? You think you made my day? My day hasn't even begun! And why anyone would pass a crown on to you, is beyond me."

"I stole it. Monarchies work both ways, Tart," he snickered, flashing you a wink.

"Well, hasn't somebody read up on their history," you said, rolling your eyes once more. "I've got to get class, your highness. So if you don't mind, I will not be catching you around." You spun on your heel, and marched away from the speechless blond, shaking your head with a fond smile as you went.

--

As the weeks went by, Billy's pestering turned into idle, friendly chit-chat. You slowly found yourself intermingling with his two other friends, Tommy and Carol, without even realizing it. You and Billy were seen together quite a bit, usually with him bugging you, or you asking him for help on your history assignments. But either way, a reputation began to build.