naomis pov
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it was monday morning, the day of the meeting. i woke up in billies bed because i mean, i felt more comfortable there and plus she gave really good cuddles when i needed them.
"what's wrong baby?" billie woke up and saw me sitting up, rubbing my eyes and staring at the wall in front of me. i must have looked like a psychopath.
"nothing, but we have to get up and get dressed. we have school."
"why do you lie to me all the time..?" billie was sitting up as well now and started kissing my neck, and down my arm.
"i'm not lying..but billie, we need to get dressed."
"naomi. i can't just fuck you once before we leave? i'm sure your teacher won't mind if you show up a little bit late."
got damn- i was so fucking turned on.
"no. come on baby." i got up and dragged her out of bed, she hit her head on the hard floor causing me to laugh and drop down beside her to plant kisses all over her face and head.
"i love you bils, i'm sorry." i was still laughing, even though she wasn't.
"it's whatever babygirl, im straight."
i smiled at her and kissed her soft ass lips, every kiss we had was more and more passionate everytime.
i slid on my uniform and she did as well. we both grabbed our things and i intertwined my hand with hers so i could drag her out of that room. she grumbled and groaned as i managed to finally get her out of there and into the hallway. i let go of her hand since we both really didn't want anyone to think we were dating, because we really weren't at all.
billie and i both decided that we would take things slower, even though deep inside i didn't want to but shit- why would i tell her that? she didn't need to know. i wanted whatever she wanted.
"so, i have this quiz in math right? the teacher is so stupid i fucking hate her. i wouldn't be surprised if she lowkey made me fail on purpose. the math though is so hard like what is the fucking square root of pie?" i was rambling on and on but it seemed like billie wasn't listening at all. she just looked down at the floor while we walked.
"billie, why do you hate class so much?"
she looked at me and back down at the floor.
"i don't know. i guess just because i would way rather be with you. i've always hated school, plus now that there are people involved i hate it even more. i have anger issues, and their bad. even worse around people i can't warm up to." she stopped walking and looked at me.
"i could only warm up to you, mila, and heaven. so when i'm not with you guys, i get separation anxiety. it's always been like this, like if i was away from my brother for an hour because he was out- i'd sob and sob until he came back. it feels like i'm not seeing people for a year, but really it's only a short amount of time."
she stopped talking for a while and went to sit against the wall in the hallway. i didn't know why she was so upset about this, she knows i would never just straight up abandon her or something. like i mean, we're in the same school.
"i never want to be without you. it scares me that one day you'll leave. i didn't start having separation anxiety until once my brother left for school and got into a huge ass car accident, i thought he was going to die. so i was always scared for anyone to leave me ever. then, my dad left and my mom nor him told us where he was going but he never came back."
