Billy Hargrove Angst One Shots

"I fell in love with you, not them"

The soft glow of the twinkling lights surrounded you and music drifted over your head lazily as you watched people swaying together, tangled in embraces on the dancefloor. You looked up to the boy sat next to you, your eyes ran slowly down his light grey blazer and the tie clumsily knotted around his buttoned shirt, he was talking to someone else at the table, laughing at some unknown joke.

The spring fling dance was in full effect, couples and school mates laughing and joking as they hopped around and sipped drinks from pale yellow cups that had delicate baby pink ribbons tied around them. And you sighed heavily.

You hadn't wanted to be here like this, not with the person sat next to you. You had asked the person you had actually wanted to come with. The blonde curled, blue-eyed boy that you had been spending more and more time with, you'd met in detention, you in there for smoking in the bathroom, he in there for punching someone in the parking lot. You saw each other regularly after he'd driven you home that evening, mostly nights spent in his car, parked up just outside of town on the ridge of the quarry, passing cigarettes back and forth and listening to mix tapes the pair of you made, explaining the music and lyrics to each other and he'd watch you as you happily sang along when a track you loved came on. Sometimes you went to Benny's and shared food together, arguing over which sauce went better with fries and making up dumb backstories for the bizarre and weird patrons that consistently regulated there ordering the same meals every single time. Never once did he try to seduce you, though one time when you were putting on your coat to leave the diner, he had pressed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled with a gentle cup of your face, the only girl, seemingly that he didn't try to woo and leave lingering for his touch alone in bed in the morning.

When you had asked him to join you, you had seen him sigh hard, his eyes dropping to his feet and you knew he didn't want to, but he never gave you a straight answer.

"I'll let you know sweetheart"

You saw his frustration grow each time you playfully mentioned it and it got to a point where you had stopped asking him. The day before you had approached someone from your math class, not wanting to go alone, but still wanting to go, your circle of friends knew you had bought tickets to go and to save face you had asked someone who you knew stared at your ass as you bent down to pick up your bag, someone who had once commented on the slimness of your legs as you played soccer in gym class. And he practically came in his pants when you'd asked. You felt slightly nauseous as his hand rested on your thigh under the table as he leaned over and spoke to his friends around the table. You politely smiled as you pushed your chair out.

"I'm just going for a smoke" you told him and he nodded at you.

You weaved your way through the hoards of people and heaved open the heavy doors of the gym hall, stepping out into the darkening night, reaching into your purse and placing a cigarette to your lips and lighting it. As you exhaled the smoke you looked around and saw headlights breaking through the night and the shape of someone leaning against the hood of their car, also breathing out smoke. You squinted and stepped forward to figure out who it was.

The trademark levis were your first clue, a black, collared shirt, half buttoned, a silver pendant clinging to olive colored skin, his dirty blonde hair neater than usual like he'd spent time styling it in the mirror and his sharp, blue eyes were also focused on you as you smoked.

"Billy." you said with surprise as you stepped towards him.

"Hey, sweetheart" he said softly as you watched him roll the cigarette around in his fingers.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him as you took another drag of your cigarette.

Billy looked away and shrugged uncomfortably.