odd ; elmax & harringrove

.4

wc - 898
triggers - homophobia & slurs

The next day, things resumed as normal. For the most part. Billy had just arrived at school, his sister skating off to her own. Billy almost got the two into an accident with the way he was driving, not being able to focus on anything but what had happened the night before. As soon as Billy stepped out of his car, Tommy, Carol, and a few others came swarming around him. Billy greeted the crowd with a glare and pushed through them. To say the least, he was not in the mood.

Billy had no idea why he bothered to come to school anymore -- half the time he was ditching, and everyone he was formerly friends with he was getting sick of. 

Billy heart sank when he saw Steve. Although the boy didn't have a bruise on his face, Billy couldn't stand to look at him. His thoughts were overflowed by the memory of his father walking in on the two. It could have been worse. Billy had left the house early enough to sneak past Neil, but there was no way for him to escape his father when he had to return home. 

What will I have to do with you two faggots?

"Shit!" Billy exclaimed, accidentally bumping into what looked like a freshman girl. He would apologize, but the girl had already walked off and it wasn't like him to do so. 

"Billy?" A hand grabbed onto Billy's wrist, before Billy jerked it away and looked up to see Steve. Billy turned the other way, as Steve called out, "God dammit, Billy, wait!" 

Billy hated hearing his name being called by Steve Harrington. He refused to believe that the two had done anything the night before. Thinking of it made him feel disgusting. As his father described. A faggot. 

Tommy and Carol were in Billy's first period class, sitting in their usual spots around Billy's seat. Billy sat down, the two glancing up at him. 

"What's up?" Carol said, toneless. 

"You guys hear what happened with Harrington?" Billy brought up. His words came out differently than he thought they would, only sounding forced. 

"What?" Tommy asked, who was intrigued by anything.

"Saw him making out with some other fag while I was driving by. Just thought you might wanna know."

Carol looked disgusted as she chewed her bubble gum, as Tommy just started laughing. But Billy's eyes stung and he felt sick to his stomach. He knew he was an asshole, but this wasn't like him. 

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"So, Harrington, how was last night?" Tommy sneered, running his fingers through his damp hair.

"What?" Steve replied as he threw a shirt on. 

The locker room burst into laughter, the reason being unknown to Steve. There was no way that they found out about him and Billy. Where was Billy?

Billy walked in, still in his basketball shorts, with his shirt swung over his shoulder. The only thing Steve could manage to do was mouth Billy's name with a face of confusion. 

"Don't look at me like that, Harrington. You're not my type."

"Billy, what the hell?" If Steve tried to remind Billy of what happened, Billy might stop the whole act, but the whole locker room would hear. If he didn't, everything would get worse. Steve didn't know what to do. 

Steve swung his duffel over his shoulder and made his way out the closest door, the cold air feeling like a slap in the face. 

What the hell is Billy Hargrove any good for, anyway? I'm too fucking good for him, that's what.

Steve walked, eventually reaching his car which was not too far from the door he had exited from. He opened his door, slamming it shut once he got inside. The interior smelled of cigarettes, which reminded him of Billy. 

Goddammit. 

Steve rested his head on the steering wheel, both his hands placed at the top. He gripped the wheel tighter as a single tear rolled down his face. He hated the fact that he was crying about someone who didn't care about him. About someone whom he only wasted his time with.

When Steve lifted his head up, he saw Billy, who was surprisingly alone and smoking a cigarette. Steve rolled his eyes, Billy being the last person he wanted to see. Was he seriously walking towards Steve's car?

"Open the door, Harrington," Billy said a bit impatiently as he knocked on the passenger seat window. 

Steve sighed before coldly telling Billy, "It's open, asshole."

There was a moment of silence after Billy got into the car and sat down in the passenger seat. 

"Listen, Harrington, I-"

Steve placed his head onto the steering wheel again. More tears fell, but his face was hidden by his hair. Every time Billy would call Steve by his last name, it reminded him of their fight in the Byers home. The numerous times they had nearly gotten into fights at school. It felt impersonal. 

"What?" Steve snapped, slightly lifting his head so his voice wasn't muffled. "What do you have to say after making shit up for everyone to hate me? Do you even remember last night? I was starting to think you actually cared. But I guess that kinda thing's too much for you."

"Steve..."

"You're just like your father."

With that, Billy immediately left. He shut the door and stomped out his cigarette. Sometimes things were too bad for them to help. 

a/n - yeah i um finally updated

i promise i'll make an elmax chapter bc elmax is pure and not pure DRAMA like harringrove jesus christ lord almighty

also like you guys should go read my new harringrove fic "greetings from california" if you want. i only have one chapter but i'm writing more.