Intentions (BillyHargrove)

FIFTEEN

Once Billy stepped out from his car i couldnt get out of the house quick enough. I couldnt help but get this giddy feeling in my stomach when his stupid self met me halfway up the driveway smiling like an idiot. Billy's jean jacket hugged his torso tightly as his hands shoved into the pockets at the side, his messy hair falling over his forehead and a sly smile instantly formed across his lips.

"Hey baby doll, come on. Apparently that  lame excuse for a woman is waiting to met you."

There was a small pause before Billy walked around to the other side of the car to open the passenger's side door, his hand slapped down on the top of the car making a small 'thunk' noise before i finally made my way around to him, slipping into the car as quickly as i could to avoid the intense stare from Billy.

Once we were both in the car, it was silent for awhile, the moon was high in the sky and hardly any cars were on the road. My stomach sank as i spoke, "Oh no- I didnt tell my parents i was leaving. You have to turn around so i can tell them i-"

Billy laughed and shook his head, slipping a pair of sunglasses over his eyes even though it was dark outside. "Dont worry, Im sure your friend can cover for you, we wont be gone long. This is your fault anyways."

Billy's hand reached over from his lap to rest on my knee once we pulled into a small driveway next to a cozy little house. "Now listen." He paused, turning in his seat to face me once cutting his car off. "I want this to be quick and simple, Im sure you are wanting the same thing. My parents are..."

I watched Billy, waiting for him to finish talking but he never did. He climbed out from his car then went to open my door. I watched as he leaned down to lean into the car, i leaned back to avoid our faces from hitting each others and fiddled with the seatbelt.

"Just stay with me the whole time and when i say its time to go dont argue."

"Okay." I said simply then climbed out from his car. My breath caught in my throat once i felt his strong arm wrap around my waist.

I couldnt help but wonder if he ever told his parents about me? I know he has a little sister, I havent talked to her though. The door swung open before Billy had the chance to hit his fist against the chipped wood. A happy looking lady stood inside of the house, holding open the door. She had bright red hair and seemed just like your average house wife.

"You must be the girl my son is always talking about huh? You can call me Susan, I am Billy's stepmother." She smiled widely before stepping to the side to allow us in. Billy grumbled under his breath before removing his arm from around my waist and griped onto my hand tightly, instantly leading us through the house and down a small hallway. He didnt stop to allow me to look around or scope the place out like i secretly wanted to. I could tell very little from how fast he was walking, I could make out a bunch of little statues in a cabinet, his mother must collect them or something.

As we reached a door with a large 'keep out' sign on it, just across the hallway i could see a small head peaking out from the corner. A girl around Mike's age soon came out, not coming up to us, but observing from the side. I waved at her and gave her a kind smile which she returned back after flicking her eyes to her brother, who wasnt paying attention.

"So is that your sister?" I said softly once Billy walked us into his room.

His room was actually pretty clean, usually teenage boys have messy rooms. There was a large punching bag in the corner of his room along with a full body mirror next to it. The sheets on his bed where messy and hanging onto the floor, and there were a few beer bottles i could make out that were stuffed under the bed.

"Shes not my sister." Billy spat hatefully. He turned his attention to me instantly before a sly smile formed across his lips. "You know i've thought about how the first time i would have you in my room would be. Remember i said we could pick up from last time."