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

{23} ✔️

A/N: Trigger warning. Mentions of abuse and homophobia.

Dahlia's POV
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Monday morning absolutely sucked as I fully expected it would. I usually wake up at 6 but this morning I had to wake up at 5 so that I could get to school by 6. My brother and sister were definitely not about to wake up earlier than they absolutely had to for me and I didn't want to bother Billie or let her know that I was even meeting with Kai, so I had to catch the bus. The bus was far more crowded than I'd expected it to be, and the girl I sat next to ended up snoring in my ear and drooling on my shoulder the whole time. That was better than sitting by the loud ass kids in the back though.

When I got to school, almost nobody besides some of the teachers were there, and since there was only about ten cars in the parking lot I figured that even most of them weren't even here yet. I sat on the front steps of the school for about ten minutes before I saw Kai walking toward me.

I quickly stood up, trying to figure out how to act. Should I be nice to her? Does she have something else on me? Another picture? Is she gonna get Billie arrested for assault or something? Should I punch her in the face now that I have the chance? Should I act tough? I have no idea.

"Hey, Dahlia." She grinned as she stood right in front of me. "Nice to see you again."

Even after a whole entire week she still looked rough. Her black eye was still noticeable, her nose looked crooked as shit and there were still signs of a small cut on her lip. Billie really got her good.

"What do you want?" I questioned quietly, looking down at my shoes.

"Your thoughts." She shrugged as I looked back up at her. "It's been a rough week for you, I know. Your naked picture was leaked and now everyone at this school has seen it. Your little girlfriend is suspended so she's not here to help. Your poor mom is scarred because you're gay." She pouted and shook her head. "I feel so bad for her. She really seems to be going through it now that she knows you like pussy instead of dick. I can't imagine—"

"How do you know about my mom?"

"I went to her and my uncle's house to pay them a visit and apologize for my sins." She smiled. "I wanted them to know that I'm a changed woman. This whole situation with you cheating on me and breaking my heart really opened my eyes. I like guys now! At least...That's what they think. That's what everyone's gonna think."

"I didn't fucking cheat on you you psychotic bitch! We weren't together and even if we were, me cheating wouldn't magically turn your ass straight!"

"Duh." She rolled her eyes and playfully pushed my shoulder. I backed away from her quickly, disgusted by the fact that I'd ever let her put her gritty little fingers on me in any way. "But I need people to think I've changed my ways. My family is really religious and I didn't exactly think about that before I posted that picture of you. It felt really great to get revenge! Until my whole fucking family started swarming me with church pamphlets and offering to pay for conversion therapy." She chuckled.

How could she stand here and laugh at that like it's something funny? "That's sick." I spat, shaking my head.

"Yeah," she sighed, stopping her laughter. "It is. I can't just not be gay. Not when a pretty little thing like yourself is out here walking around looking like some gothic Barbie." She grabbed my hip and yanked me into her before placing a kiss on my neck. I gasped and shoved her away before wiping my neck with the sleeve of my shirt. "Are you fucking stupid? I don't want you! You've made my life hell for the past week or so, I want nothing to do with you!"