Private Eyes- Billy Hargrove {Stranger Things}

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"So, is she living with you?" I ask Nancy as we enter second period, senior English. I was referring to Eleven.

"No, she's living with Chief Hopper, didn't you hear from Jonathan? Hopper adopted her." She says quietly as we sit down in our seats that are in the front left corner.

"How's Mike taking it?"

"He's great, no more depression looming in the house, that's for sure. Mike told me that Hopper is having Eleven start Hawkins Middle tomorrow. My brother, of course, is ecstatic." As soon as I smile at her I see him out of the corner of my eye and my smile quickly fades. Nancy notices and begins to understand while the weird look on her face grows.

"I can't believe it. He still pulling you, isn't he?" She says shaking her head as she opens her notes, trying to look busy as he sits across from the both of us.

"Like a string," I say quietly, glancing at him. Without a glance back, he speaks.

"Got a new fascination with staring, Dallas?" He winks at me.

"No, just wondering when I should call sanitation to pick up this piece of trash, that's all," I say coldly. He chuckles, turning his body to actually face me and leans closer.

"Took you all week to come up with that one, ha! I can always see right through you MD, and I mean literally." Billy looks at my chest and then back up, locking eyes with me. I notice what he was talking about and I scoff. The fact that he even looked, makes me even more disgusted. I've said it since day one that he showed up, Billy Hargrove is a vile, atrocious, asshole.

"Oh save it, Hargrove, she's fine just the way she is. You, on the other hand, you're just jealous that you can't have her. I mean, enough said right?" Nancy says, defending me, who is about to laugh because this conversation just seems way too comical.

"I mean she does look fine, but I'm sure you'd agree that she would look better with a kick me sign on her back." He fires back. Billy turns back around, popping his gum as Mr. Miller walks into the classroom announcing that it's going to be a free day today only. He had work to do, due to the latest theatre production coming up in the next few weeks.

"Mr. Miller?" I ask.

"Yes, Marlowe?" He replies.

"Would you like some help with the programs? Printing and folding them up?" I suggest to help him. Theatre season makes him enervated more than ever.

"Why, yes, Miss Dallas I would love some help. Thank you!" He accepts the offer and motions for me to come up to his desk. He hands me the key to unlock the door to the printing room that's down the hall.

Once the printing is done, I ask Nance to help me fold the programs, she politely agrees to and by the time the bell rings to end class and head to the other, they are all folded and placed neatly on Mr. Miller's desk. When I'm getting ready to walk to my Algebra class, a hand wrenches me unexpectedly. The eyes are soft and full of lust. The only thing I'm worried about is if I'm going to have the will to say no.