MEMENTO MORI [Billy Hargrove] UNDER RECONSTRUCTION !!!

Mississippi Grind

GYM CLASS was simply a gladiator pit where men in small shorts waded out onto their polished oak battlefield to conduct a peacock war for alpha. Their weapons were basketballs and hoops and their colors were separated by shirts and skins. The unspoken leader of the shirts- a dethroned King Steven- battled against the usurper of the skins- Billy the Golden. Their Colosseum was the High School gym floor, their stands of roaring onlookers being the female student body. Nova sat in the far corner of the stands, her gym clothes on but unused as she watched the boys race around and preen their sinew-y feathers. Every once in a while she would catch the eyes of the Hargrove boy, who would puff out his chest and drop her a playful wink each time they locked gazes. And each time, a herd of girls would split their attention between modelling their assets for him and glaring at her with a heat that could burn the sun.

Carol wasn't at school this morning, and each time she connected with Tommy he would rub at his wrist and collarbone with a look of unease that made her smirk wickedly.

Billy caught a pass and moved back up around the three point semi-circle, that ruggedly confident smirk curling his mouth in the most sensual way. He glanced up to make sure his adoring fans were still raptly watching him. Pastel blue sought out those sweetly lavender orbs, they had been haunting him since they first met. Her eyes were predominantly lavender that was rimmed and flecked with deeper shades of royal and smoky purples. He couldn't get her eyes- or her voice, hell any part of her for that matter- out of his thoughts.

Nova was propped up against the gym wall at the very back of the stands, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched them battle it out for alpha male. She looked like she wanted to be out here with them, like sitting on the sidelines was something she's never had to do before and despised it with every fiber of her being. He had been noting every little terrified glance that Tommy shot at her, and each time she returned his terror with amusement. Oh, he loved it when a girl plays rough.

"Time out!" Billy's voice made everyone in the room pause, his gaze pulling their attention over to the girl on the wall. Setting the ball on the courtyard to mark his place, he lowly chuckled and jogged away to come to a stop at the edge of the stands. Nova flicked her gaze around to find out what was going on, the curly haired boy wickedly smirking as he motioned her towards him. Slowly standing and shuffling down to stand on the other side of a bench, she quirked a brow at him in confusion.

"Can I help you, Mr. Hargrove?" His heaving chest huffed out hot air across her neck and shoulders as he leaned forward.

"Baby, I thought I said to call me Billy. You looked a little bored up there all alone. Figured you'd like to come down and play with me." Her confusion melted into amusement at his offer for her to play the game with the boys. She moved up onto the sitting bench between them, the added height making her almost perfectly even with his taller frame.

"Are you asking me to play against you boys?" She laced her words with mock surprise, a hand to her chest like his offer shocked her. "I could never keep up." Billy lowly chuckled as his lashes slid slowly over his ocean eyes and pearly teeth nibbled at his bottom lip.