Rebel Just for Kicks (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Chapter 7

You decide to walk to the local grocery store to get some cigarettes, instead of taking your motorcycle. It has been a very strange couple of days. You didn't have any way to get rid of some steam, so you've been smoking a lot. Maybe I should pick up some kickboxing or something?  Your longs would be thankful for that. You haven't talked to Steve, or Billy for that matter, and it has been real tense. You were thankful that Billy hadn't said anything, or so you thought. Maybe that guy had some decency after all. You light up the last cigarette in your pack.

You have to walk past Billy's house to get to the store. As you pass you hear some yelling coming from inside. You walk a little slower, before stopping completely.
'Fine!' Billy yells as he swings the front door open and throws it shut with so much force, it's surprising the door is still intact. He has some tears streaming down his face. When he notices you he quickly wipes them away. You take some careful steps closer to him, genuinely concerned about what just happened.
'Are you alright?' You say as sympathetic as you possibly could.
He does his best to avoid eye contact, holding his hands on his hips.
'I'm fine.' He sniffles, searching in his pockets for his pack of cigarettes.
'Fuck, they're still inside.' He mumbles to himself.
When you come a little closer you see that he has a red bruise on his face. You had seen some bruises on him before but always assumed that he just got into fights.
'Here.' You say as you give him your newly lit cigarette. He clearly needs it more than you do.
'Thanks.' This is the way you weirdly bonded, over cigarettes.
The words escaped your lips before you could hold them back.
'Come, let me distract you.' You say, warming your hands in your pockets and nodding your head into the direction you were going.
He stands there for a second but he joins by your side and you start walking.
His cigarette is finished before you could say '"lung cancer", and he throws the butt on the ground. It's a cold day today, you can see little clouds leaving your mouth as you breath out.

'You've been awfully quiet to me this week.' He says breaking the silence between you.
You kick a little rock, it bounces a couple of times before coming to a stop.
'I know.' You answer shortly.
'So you and Harrington?'
'Why do you act like you care?' You snap. It hurts that Steve is giving you the cold shoulder, even though you were the one who stepped out of line. Billy asking about it all of the blue made the wound bleed more.
He just clenches his jaw and looks forward, obviously annoyed at your comment.
You sigh deeply. 'I just locked myself in my room and didn't talk about it, to anyone.' You take a little pause. 'It's all very unstable right now.' You say in conclusion, wanting the subject to be done with.
'I was surprised I was the one you came to, for consolation.' He chuckles.
'When you're drunk, the worst ideas look like the best.' You try and defend your actions but you know that you are very much attracted to Billy, whether you like it or not.
He smirks at you. 'I don't think it was that bad of an idea.'
You nudge his shoulder, but can't help but blush a little.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

'A pack of camel please.' You say as you put two dollars on the counter. 'Oh and this.'
You put a little pack of Bazooka gum on the counter. You've always loved reading the little comics on the inside of the wrapper as a child. Every now and then you bought them, for nostalgia sake.

'Man they're so lame.' Billy says as he throws away the wrapper.
'I think I have already seen them all.' You add.
You decided to take a little break and sit on a bench in the park across the street from the store. There are not a lot of people around, only some joggers and people with their dogs. It was almost quiet.
You look at Billy's bruise on his cheek, it has started to swell a little. You couldn't help but wonder what happened to him.
'Hey.' You said, wanting him to look at you. His piercing blue eyes looked into yours.
'Are you okay?' You ask.
He shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette.
'Bruises just don't appear out of thin air.' You try to have him answer your question. You knew you were probably pushing it, but you doubt he ever spoke about this to anyone.
He clenched his jaw and you knew you pushed him too far.
'Just because we slept together doesn't mean we have to talk about shit.' He said, spitting every word at you.
You stay quiet, a little taken aback.
'I'm going home.' He says standing up abruptly. You stay seated, not sure if he wanted you to come with after this conversation.
'Are you coming?' He asks impatiently.
Guess he does want me to come.

He walks past his house to walk you to yours. What a gentleman.
'Thanks for distracting me.' He calls after you as you start walking up your driveway.
'Anytime.' You smile. 'See you tomorrow.' You call out without looking back.

'Was that Billy?' Felix asks as you walk through the door. You take off your jacket and put it on the hanger.
'Yeah, what of it?' You ask while taking off your boots and kicking them to the side.
'Oh nothing.' He says, trying to read your face to see if you're giving anything away.
'Steve hasn't been around much either.' He continues, as if he's suggesting something.
You roll your eyes. 'Mind your own business.'
You pick your cat up who's cuddling up your leg and take her to your bedroom. Her favorite space in the house was on your bed, at your feet.

You turn on the stereo and let yourself fall on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You are wondering what Steve's doing now. How was he doing?  You selfishly hoped that he was a mess too.
You still have so many questions but maybe it was better this way. Maybe sleeping with Billy was an unconscious decision to make sure the bridges were burnt between you and Steve. Maybe...

'Y/N you're going to be late!' You wake up from the yelling of your dad and the accompanied knocking. You realize you're still in your clothes from yesterday. You must have just fallen asleep like this last night. You were so damn tired all the time lately. 
'Alright, I'm up!' You yell back, while you rub the sleep from your eyes. You stretch while you're walking to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and jump in.

'Good morning, sleeping beauty.' Your dad says as you walk into the kitchen, turning a page in his newspaper
'Morning.' You yawn, looking at the clock. You still have 5 minutes before you have to leave.
You grab an apple from the fruit basket and sit on the counter. Chris walks in, his hair still uncombed. As he walks by you, you quickly run your fingers through his hair.
'Y/N, stop!' He says as he slaps your hands away. You laugh and take a bite from your apple.
'Can you take Chris to school today?' Your dad says, looking at you from underneath his glasses.
'Can I take the car then?' You ask, trying your luck to get the Roadmaster. You give him a sweet smile. You know he didn't like Chris on your motorcycle.
Your dad sighs and stands up, fumbles around in his jacket and lays the keys on the table. You jump off the counter happily and grab the keys.
You throw away the rest of the apple and walk to the front door.
'Come on, kiddo.' You say to Chris.

You learned to drive with the old car, but that one broke 2 years back. So your dad thought it  was the perfect opportunity to finally buy his dream car. He usually didn't let anybody else drive since you had your motorcycle and Felix has his own car. But sometimes you could convince him.
'So last week of school before spring break huh?' You say, trying to make conversation with your brother. He nods in response.
'What are you planning to do?' You ask.
'I don't know, hang out at Mike's or something.' He mumbles staring out the window. You hear an engine roar behind you. You look in the rear mirror to see a dark blue Camaro. There he is.
He honks his horn as he speeds past you. You honk back.
'God, Billy is such an asshole.' Chris says, rolling up his window.
You chuckle. 'He sure is.'

Billy is just getting out of his car as you park next to him. Max is already skating off a little further.
'Be on time.' You say as Chris hops out of your car. He has a habit of lingering after school and you didn't want to wait.
'Yeah, yeah.' Chris says and walks toward the middle school. You turn off the car and light up a cigarette.
'Not much of a racer are you? ' You hear Billy say as you close your car door. You turn to face him.
'It wouldn't even be a race.' You say tapping the car roof with your hand. 'With my motorcycle on the other hand...' You blow out a cloud of smoke.
'Surprised your dad let you drive it.' He says as he walks around your car as if to inspect it.
'Me too.' You give a small smile when you hear the school bell ring. 'Here we go again.' You mumble to yourself.