Different | Billie Eilish

Chapter 2

"We're freaks, monsters, outcasts." I say, tears starting to form. Billie looks at me "or maybe we're right where we belong." She says. "We're different." I say, snuggling back into Billie's neck. "But it's okay." She says, rubbing my back.
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(I have a kind of weird idea for this chapter, but just read it all. K? I promise it's worth it.)

⚠️The use of "dyke." In this chapter⚠️

⚠️idk what warning to but tbh.⚠️

Y/n's POV.

*the next week*

I walk into school and I see her, my crush. She's about 5'5 feet tall, green eyes, and hazel skin. She's absolutely gorgeous, but the problem is...she has a boyfriend. I walk up to her and lean against the lockers, trying to act cool. "Oh, hey y/n!" She says in her usual cheery voice. God she's so adorable. "Hi Rebecca." I say, looking her in the eyes. "I'm free later, do you maybe wanna hang out or?" I say, raising my eyebrow. "Sorry y/n. My boyfriend and I have something going on later." She says. "Oh okay, that's fine." I say. I shrug and pretend to not be kinda sad. "I've got to go to my next class y/n. See you later!" She says, giving me a smile. "See you later cutie." I say, winking at her before walking away. I look over my shoulder to see her start blushing and I smirk to myself.

I'm walking down the crowded hallway when someone shoulder checks me, hard. It didn't feel like it was an accident so I spin around, wanting to know who it was. "Hey dyke." Tiffany says. Ughhh, fuck. It's her again. She's the most popular girl in school...but also the most homophobic person in school. "I saw you flirting with Rebecca, you freak." She says, smirking. I clench my fists as I respond. "First off Tiffany I was just taking to her." I say. She just scoffs and continues on with her torment.

(If you're a Tiffany or Rebecca/Rebekah, you ain't anymore.)

"People like you don't deserve to live, ya know that?" She says, now stepping closer to me. "Screw you Tiffany." I say, backing up. "Awe, are you scared little dyke?" She says. She pushes me back and that triggers my fight or flight responses. My anger starts to rise and I choose to fight. By now we've gotten the attention of some people and I decided I don't wanna get suspended. I think of other options to fight back and a smirk forms on my face as a idea pops into my head. I stand my ground and take a step towards her, smirking. "Awe, are you trying to intimidate me Tiffany?" I say, now coming closer to her. "You look so cute when you try to intimidate me, ya know that?" I say and the color in her face drops. "God, you're so sexy." I say, now half a foot away from her. "I-I..." She stammers, not being able to form a complete sentence. "God, I want to punch you in the mouth right now, with my lips, very softly." I say, smirking, biting my bottom lip. "Fuck, get away from me you dyke!" She yells and pushes me away, running down the hallway. I laugh at my act before walking down the hallway.

When school gets out, I start to walk down the pavement to my house. Only for a hand to grab my arm. "Oh, where do you think you're going babygirl?" A voice growls from behind me. "Home, that's where." I say, immediately recognizing the voice. "Oh no you're not." He says, spinning me around. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. "Did you forget our deal baby?" He says. I grunt in frustration as I realize what I need to do. This is my fucking life, my mother...isn't the greatest. She likes to deal with the wrong people and one day I got pulled into the mess. She had to stop paying him for her stash when money got low, but my mom always gets her way. She guilt tripped me about how "I raised you" and "I do everything for you, why can't you do this little thing for me." And this "little thing" is figuring out a way to get her her fix. I went that night to try and negotiate a lower price, but instead he wanted me. I came home in tears but my mom didn't care, she would get her fix, no matter who she hurt or how she would obtain it. "You know what you've gotta do baby. And I know we both know what I'm taking about." He growls lowly in my ear, trying to tease me. "I don't want to right now James." I say, now trying to pull out of his grasp. "Mm, babygirl. You don't wanna make me mad." He says, the smell of whiskey strong on his breath. I feel my anger rise and I try to control it, like Billie told me to. "Please not now." I whimper, I feel heat start to buildup on my hands and I clench my fist, trying to suppress it. "Mm, legs make a deal baby. Sex isn't good if you're not into it. So...it's either we can do it today and the payment will be fulfilled...or" He trails off, playing with my hair. "Or...we could just go double tomorrow. I can wait. So, what's your choice." He says, kissing my neck. He looks me straight into the eyes as I respond. "To be honest, I'd rather die." I say before taking a deep breath in. "But I'll just do it tomorrow you shit." I say, trying to control it. He grabs my face roughly and pulls me closer "be careful how you talk to me bitch. You're mine." He says and releases me. I walk away.