Rebel Just for Kicks (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Chapter 5

You're sitting between Polly and Tommy, while another boy you don't know sits in the passenger seat.
Why the hell did you get in the car with Billy, he drives like an absolute maniac. You can see in Polly's face that she doesn't feel comfortable either, lucky for you, it's not that far.
'Here we are.' Billy says as he pulls over on the driveway of Tony's gigantic mansion. You've been here once before, Tony is known for throwing the best party's.
You left prom before anyone else, so a lot of people still had to come over, but you just didn't feel like it anymore and you were able to get Polly to come with you. You just wanted to get away from Steve for a second.

Before Tommy could knock, Tony already opens the door. You all greet Tony and are welcomed by an enormous entry hall.
'This place is like a fucking castle.' Polly whispers to you.
'Almost everyone is still outside.' Tony says as you all follow him through the house.
You go down some steps into a garden that would bring Versailles to shame. Everything was beautifully maintained and in the middle of it was a pool with steam coming out of it. There were already around 20 people there, sitting around the pool and playing beer pong. Out of the speakers outside played "Blue Monday", You absolutely love new-wave.

You are standing leaning against a wall a little further from everyone else. You just wanted to have a little talk with Polly.
'So what now?' Polly asks while blowing out smoke.
You sigh fiddling with the cup in your hands. 'I don't know Polly, it's a little unsure right now.' You take a little sip from your drink.
She puts her hand on your shoulder. 'Don't worry, it's been this bad before and it turned out alright, remember?' She gives you a small smile. 'This time it's not going to be different.'
You hear sloppy footsteps approaching. 'Are you ready to stop wining about Harrington and come play some beer pong?' Tommy appears out of thin air.
'Prepare to fucking lose.' You down the rest drink in your cup and put it down on the table.

'Fuck!' You yell as Tommy throws a ping pong ball into the first cup. He high fives Billy.
You try and chug it but I taste like something else than beer. You look into the cup.
'What the hell is this?' You ask holding it up.
'We might have switched the beer with something stronger.' Billy says as he laughs with Tommy.
You drink it up anyway, without asking what it is. It tasted a bit like vodka-coke.

After a couple of throws, both teams have 3 cups left. After drinking 2 full cups of whatever this booze was, it started to go to your head really quickly.
'What if we make it more interesting?' Tommy says, with a sly smile on his face. 'Every time you have to drink, you also have to remove a piece of clothing.'
Billy gives his approval. You look at Polly.
'We're wearing dresses.' Polly says pointing at the both of you.
'So?'
'Why the fuck not.' You say not thinking about the consequences. Polly nudges your shoulder. 'They're going to lose anyway.' You add.

The first one you throw immediately goes into a cup. Billy takes off his shirt. This gets the attention of some of the girls, who are all staring at him. You can't help but stare as well. He takes notice of that.
'Alright my turn.' He says, doing his best to concentrate. It goes into a cup as well.
'There we go already.' You take of your shoes and socks. Tommy starts booing at you.
'Those are 4 pieces so shut up.' You say in your defense, knowing it was lame but didn't want to admit it.
It goes a while further when both boys already have their shirts off. Polly did the same thing as you. Now almost everybody at the party is engaged at the game. Cheering when a ball goes into a cup.
The ball lands in one of your cups again. 'Damn.' You look at Polly smiling. That was your turn.
You turn your back to Polly to unzip you. Your dress falls to the floor and your black lingerie is revealed.
You hear a couple of people whistle. Billy licks his lips. You feel like you're prey and he's a hungry wolf.
'Damn.' Tommy says. 'I didn't think you were going to do it.'
'Do you know me at all?' You say to Tommy.
'Looks like you're all out of cups ladies.' Billy says.

You look at the pool, already not thinking clear anymore. It looks so inviting as the night air is kind of chilly and the pool looks nice and warm.
You start walking towards the edge and turn around, looking at your friends.
'Care to join?' You ask, letting yourself fall backwards into the pool not waiting for an answer. You've always loved swimming. When you were younger you used to visit your grandparents in Miami every summer but after your mom died, you haven't gone back.
The feeling of being submerged in water has always felt so peaceful to you.
You come back up for air. Billy starts laughing and takes off his pants. Before you know it he's in the water with you.
You lean on the side of the pool. 'Come on Polly.'
'Fuck it.' She takes of her dress and Tommy quickly follows her.

You're sitting in Billy's neck trying to push Polly off of Tommy's, into the water. Billy is gripping your thighs rather tight.
You and Polly can't stop giggling and are both about the same strength, so it's a fair match. After struggling for a while you finally push Polly off.

Billy throws you backwards into the pool, without you expecting it. You come back up and splash water into his face. He grabs you from behind as in a backwards hug and pulls you both under water.
You come back up laughing. When you care to look around you notice a lot more people. Prom must have ended.
You notice Steve standing at the edge of the pool, looking at you and Billy. How long has he been watching? You can see a fire in his eyes. He walks away into the house.
'Oh no we've been caught again.' Billy says smiling.
'He really acts like a mom doesn't he?' You say looking over your shoulder, to see if you can see him through the window.
At that moment Polly splashes water into your face. 'I want a rematch.'

With a towel, you found in the upstairs bathroom, around you, trying to warm up inside of the house. Out of the pool it was rather cold.
'You want a sweater?' Tony asks as he sees you shivering.
'Oh that would be great.' You say, glad he offered.
Your feet touch the cold marble steps as you follow Tony upstairs. The party was so successful, there were even people here chatting. Two of them are Steve and Lewis sitting in a sofa. When you walk past they both look at you but Steve quickly looks at the ground.
'Here you go.' Tony says as you get handed an oversized red sweater.
'Me and my hypothermia thank you.' You say trying to joke.
Tony smiles and walks away, leaving you alone again. You pull the sweater over your head, the warmth feels very nice. It barely covers your butt.

You walk to the sofa Steve and Lewis are sitting in. Lewis stands up and gives you a pat on the shoulder in good luck.
'Come talk somewhere quieter.' You say coldly.
He stands up without saying a word and follows you to the bathroom you took the towel from before.
You close the door behind you and stand with your back against it, taking in a deep breath, knowing what will probably happen.
'Care to explain?' Steve says shaking his head a little, he sits down on the side of the bath.
'I don't need to explain shit.' You say staring him straight in the eyes.
'I told you to stay away from him.' He gets up again, frustration in his voice.
'You just love to tell me what to do, huh.' You say, not losing eye contact, still standing against the door.
'This is the THIRD time this week we are fighting about Billy.' He says. 'What the fuck is happening?'
'No you're just making a huge deal out of it.' You squint your eyes. 'I'm..., not doing anything.' You say pointing at your chest. You are slurring your words a little but do your best to sound at least a little sober.
'You are in a pool, in your underwear, with Billy. Am I going fucking blind? Because you are definitely doing something!' He's yelling at you.
'Fuck you, Steve!' You scream back.
'No why don't you go fuck Billy!'
'Maybe I fucking should!' You open the door and kick it shut with your foot, leaving him inside. You walk through all the people upstairs, getting looked at. They probably heard the fight. You run off the stairs, scanning your surroundings.
There he is.