Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

{14} ✔️

Dahlia's POV
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Mondays fucking suck. Especially when you're all bruised up from being thrown off a big ass horse and you're trying to ignore a very persistent blue haired devil.

"You got all weird after you fell off the horse. Are you sure you don't have a concussion?" I sighed as she asked for the thousandth time.

I got freaked out after falling off the horse because everyone was looking at me and Billie and Billie was being super handsy with me. I'm worried they're onto me, I'm worried they all know that I'm into girls now. I'm so paranoid it's unbelievable. Every time someone looks at me I think they know.

I can't tell Billie that that's what's bothering me though. She knows I'm not out to many people yet, but she doesn't know just how scared I am to come out to everyone and I don't want to tell her. She's so fucking open about everything and she doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks of her. She'd think I'm being childish for worrying about something so stupid so much. I don't want her to know how pathetic I am.

"I'm starting to wish I did have a concussion so that I could be in a hospital bed rather than here being questioned by you," I muttered. She gasped, clutching her heart. "How rude! You really hurt my feelings there, baby."

I looked around to make sure no one heard and then looked back at her. "Billie—"

"If only you two worked as much as you talked." Mrs. Baker slammed some books down in front of us and then put a hand on her hip. I stared into her icy blue eyes and tried not to say anything rude. The sight of her makes me want to punch something.

Mrs. Baker is probably the worst teacher I've got. She's rude, condescending, and she loves giving out detentions. No matter how good you are, she'll find a reason to yell at you eventually.

"Yeah, if only." Billie scoffed. I kicked her foot under the table and picked up one of the health books she'd slammed down in front of us.

Mrs. Baker pushed some of her badly dyed blonde hair behind her shoulder and crossed her arms, staring down at Billie. I coughed uncomfortably, knowing that this wouldn't end well.

"I'm sorry? Billie, do we have a problem?"

"Quite a few." Billie muttered.

"If you don't like my class—"

"I don't have to show up? You say that a whole lot, yet when I skip, you throw a bitch fit."

I sighed, rested my elbow on the table and rested my chin in the palm of my hand, watching as the two went back and forth. Expecting Billie to just shut the fuck up and stop egging Mrs. Baker on was like expecting a crackhead to just give up crack out of the blue. Expecting Mrs. Baker to leave well enough alone and hop off Billie's dick was like expecting Donald Trump to stop being a racist imbecile.

Not fucking likely.

"Is everything okay at home, Billie?" Mrs. Baker tilted her head and rested her hand on the table. "Children usually only act out like this when something is wrong at home."

Billie narrowed her eyes and I lowered my head. I wish Billie had continued to sit in the back rather than opting to sit with me today because the entire class's attention is on her right now and since I'm next to her, that means their attention is on me too.