Opposites ✦ Billie Eilish

Chapter 9

⚠️ Warning- some minor smut in this chapter! ⚠️

Finally, the screen lights up with Harley's name. I quickly reach over to grab it, almost falling off my bed in the process.

"Billie? Are you there? We need to talk."

Harley's POV

I listen through the phone for Billie's voice, and after a while she responds. "Yeah? What about?" There's a hint of concern in her voice. I take a deep breath, gulping. Does she even think of me the way I think of her?

I change my mind quickly on what I was originally going to say to her. "Uhm, nevermind, it's stupid." Billie pauses for a bit, but then hesitantly replies through the phone.

"Are you sure?" I find it kinda odd that Billie would just call me and then drop the topic. "Yeah, dude. I forgot." She replies through the phone. "Oh, ok.. see you at the party then." And I hang up. My cheeks are heated and red, and I groan, falling back onto my bed.

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I arrive at Billie's party. There are lights all around, music blaring through the speakers. I feel a hand on my shoulder as I walk in, and I turn around to see a smirking Billie.

"Hey." I smile, hugging her quickly. The familiar scent of vanilla radiates off of her outfit, and I breathe it in for a moment before she pulls away. "Yo. I'm going to go hang out with my friends, you can come if you want."

I nod. "Alright." Usually i'm not one to drink, especially after the incident that happened a bit ago, but I head straight to the bar after Billie walks away. I really need some time to think over what happened with Kevin.

I approach the bar to see a young guy with a perfect smile. "Vodka please." I say quickly, taking the glass as he slides it to me. I take a seat on a barstool as he prepares another drink. "And what's your name?" He asks, turning back to me a few minutes later, his green eyes squinting in curiosity.

"Harley." I grin slightly. "Yours?" He nods as I take a sip. "Sky." He looks pretty cute, and seems nice. But then again, there's another person on my mind.

"Oh, nice." I turn to see another bartender walking our away, and Sky takes off his hat. "It's the end of my shift. Want to dance?" He holds out his hand after walking around the counter and I giggle, taking it groggily. I'm a serious lightweight.

We dance for a while, and it's a pretty fun time, yet Billie is nowhere to be seen. I look around, but can't spot her mint hair anywhere. But then, I see it.

By the bar, Billie is up on some dude, kissing him heatedly while she grinds on him mercilessly. She looks pretty drunk. I've never seen her drunk before, she's usually not one to ever drink.

Tears form at my eyes, and I wipe them quickly. Even still, my stomach aches just looking at her and the guy. Why do I feel so jealous? We're only friends.

Sky gently grabs my cheek and turns me back to him. He seems like a pretty nice guy, but of course my drunk mind twisted all of that. Without thinking, my brain clouded by grief and alcohol, I grab his hand, leading him to the nearest bedroom. We had just met, but in my mind, it doesn't matter.

Sky looks shocked. "Are you sure..?" He says softly as we reach the bedroom door. "Positive." I reply firmly. A mix of anger, jealousy, and just plain sadness is blinding my common sense. Why did she do that? Does she not like me like I like her? I thought we had something..

I push him onto the bed, pressing my lips to his. Soon, it becomes a heated makeout session. Our movements are hungry and rushed, not at all passionate. I grab the hem of his shirt, sliding it over his head.

He flips our positions so that he's over me, his curly blonde hair in my face. He tugs at the hem of my shirt as well, as if asking for permission. Being drunk and angry, I nod. To him, this may be something. But to me, it's nothing. He's merely a distraction.

I'm usually not one to just sleep around with random people when my heart is broken, but Billie does something to me. Something nobody has ever done to me before.

Cold air hits my top half as my shirt is removed, and he places kisses down my neck to my breasts, stopping in some places to nip and suck quickly. I moan softly as he hits my sweet spot. Dark marks begin to appear but I don't object.

He unclasps my bra, taking in the view before pulling down my skirt. "Is this ok?" He confirms again, and I nod once more.

He slides his finger across my heat through my underwear, and I buck my hips up with a moan. My mind is blinded by lust, Billie hardly a thought at that point.

As he begins to unbutton his jeans, a gasp is heard from the door. Standing there, is Billie.

A/N

Ok let me say i'm absolutely horrible at writing smut lmao
and don't really like writing it in general :')
this chapter did not go the way i intended at all really, but hey its fine sksk
there's still more tea to come, and make sure to vote!
(If any of you dirties ever want another smut scene, better speak up now or forever hold your peace 😔😔)