More Than Friends?

Chapter one: the Breakup

Jane's POV
"Billy, what is it? And don't say it's nothing because you have that look on your face that you get when you don't want to upset me. Just tell me, whatever it is I can handle it." Billy sighed, and then turned his body to face me, fixing his dirty blonde hair that was gelled into a mohawk type hairdo, as usual. I also turned my body to face him, making sure to readjust my skirt. The two of us were sitting on the couch in my house. He was just telling me about the camping trip and from the sounds of things, it didn't go well. Billy furrowed his eyebrows in guilt, the worried look not leaving his face. He put both of his hands on my shoulders and sighed once again.

"So this past weekend, the fight that happened between me and Lulu wasn't the only upsetting thing that happened." He paused. Crap, I feel like I should be worried. I furrowed my brows in confusion. I didn't know what he was getting at but I didn't like it. "A little while later, after the fight, I went to go find her, to try and sort things out, you know? Well I did find her and um.... I saw her and Nick together. They were making out." I sucked in a breath in shock. I could feel my heart literally shattering into pieces. This couldn't be happening, I thought Nick and I had something special. What had changed? And to choose Lulu? Her of all people? My enemy? Billy took his hands off my shoulders and shifted over closer to me on the couch, wrapping me in a hug. "Janey? Are you okay? Say something." I pushed away from him and stood up.

"I think I'm going to be sick." I kicked off my heels and ran to the hallway and into the bathroom. I slammed the door and ran to the toilet. I got down on my knees and leaned over the bowl, heaving all of this morning's breakfast into it. I felt hands pulling my long brown hair back out of my face and I knew Billy had come to my aid. Once I was finished I turned around to face him, tears streaming down my face. He looked really concerned and gave me a sympathetic look. I moved from my knees to my bottom and I brought my knees to my chest. Billy took his black leather jacket off and put it around me, noticing I was shivering. He got down on the floor and sat next to me, having me rest my head on his shoulder. I inhaled the scent of his jacket as it was draped around me. Billy always smelt nice, almost like a spicy vanilla scent. It was always really comforting. I lifted my head to look up at him, still crying. He looked pissed and I noticed he had his teeth clenched.

"I'll kill him. I swear to god he won't live to see tomorrow." His hands were now in fists and I could see his nails digging into his palms. I wiped my tears and grabbed his hand, hoping to ease his rage.

"Billy no, don't hurt him. I'll be okay, I... promise." I started to cry again. Crap, I didn't want Billy to be mad at Nick because I knew he would try to hurt him. But I knew that my tears would just give him all the more reason to go after Nick. He shook his head and took his hand out of mine, nails out from his palms. He turned and looked into my eyes.

"Janey, I can't just let him get away with hurting you like this. I warned him that if he hurt you there would be consequences. I just don't like seeing you like this." He stood up and grabbed my hand, helping me off the floor. Billy then led me back to the couch, where we had been sitting before. He grabbed the blanket off of the arm of the chair and draped it over me, then taking his jacket back. He sat down next to me and curled up with me on the couch. I rested my head on his shoulder again, finally having managed to compose myself.

"Billy don't worry about me. I'll be fine, I'll talk to him and sort things out. Maybe there's a reason for what he did." Billy shook his head and sighed.

"Look Janey, I know you like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt but what valid reason could Nick give as to why he kissed Lulu? I certainly can't think of one." I frowned. I did like to give everyone a chance, but what if Billy was right? Maybe what Nick did couldn't be forgiven? I lifted my head off of Billy's shoulder and looked up at the circular clock hanging on the living room wall.