billy hargrove imagines

sick

summary: the one where you probably hate him.

word count: 1,100

song: u make me sick — holychild

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you hated billy hargrove more than anyone you'd ever met in your life. he was nothing short of annoying. a womanizer, a jackass, an idiot. he was every insult and cuss word you could think of.

he was also insanely attractive. which only made you hate him more. why were the pretty boys always the worst? the most infuriating part of the entire ordeal was that he was tutoring you. you'd been failing chemistry the entire quarter and somehow mr. keg king had effortlessly been pulling an a the whole time.

he barely even paid attention in class! the entire time he'd just throw balled up wads of paper at your head. every time you'd turn around to rip him a new one, mr. stone would berate you and give you saturday detention. then you'd have to go home and tell your parents you'd gotten detention again. then you'd have to sit through an hour-long lecture on manners and "the importance of education". and then you'd have to sit in detention for an hour in mrs. bennett's room. with billy. and all the while he'd smirk at you, all smug-like. it pissed you off.

one day, right as you were about to leave chemistry and go home for the day, mr. stone held you back, along with billy.

"alright y/n, billy," he started. "you've," he pointed at you, "been failing my class. the quarter ends in two weeks, and i want you to fix your grade before it's too late." he turned his attention to billy. "i want you to help them."

both of you stood there, looking like fish out of water. your mouth was agape with shock and horror. you didn't know what was going through billy's head, but all you could think about was how horrible an idea this is. then mr. stone said something that nearly made you snap.

"y/n, don't bug him too much, okay?"

that's how you ended up with billy knocking on your door at 4:00 pm. you opened the door, a scowl set deeply on your face. billy was wearing his normal denim jacket, a white t-shirt hidden beneath it. he was holding a chemistry textbook, a notebook, and pencils under his arm.

"hey," he said.

you didn't bother to respond, instead moving to the side to allow him to enter.

he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly as he stepped past the threshold of your door. it seemed his prior confidence had evaporated. a small smile graced your lips. he may be the king of hawkins high, but this was your domain.

"we can go up to my room to study," you muttered, quickly making your way up the stairs. it took billy a moment to follow you.

you stepped into your bedroom, which was covered in posters and polaroids. you noticed him looking around, no doubt memorizing how embarrassing your room is so he could recount it to his friends later.

you cracked your knuckles and plopped onto the edge of your bed. "we gonna start now?" you said in a less than friendly tone.

"sure," he replied quietly, spreading his things out on your sheets. "you have a nice room," he said.

you stared at him for a moment, like he was crazy. "thanks?" why was billy suddenly so... shy?

"so what do you need help with the most?" he asked.

you looked down, not meeting his gaze, instead opting to look at your nails as you picked at them. "i don't know. i just don't get any of it. it's all so..." you paused.

"confusing?" he filled in the blanks for you.

"yeah," you muttered. "but obviously not for mr. perfect," you added quietly.

billy snorted, the beginning of a laugh bubbling from his throat. "what?"

"you heard me," you said, your voice turning more shrill now. "you're literally perfect. it's fucking annoying."

he tilted his head to the side slightly, that familiar grin returning to his face. "mr. perfect?" he said slowly.

you groaned and threw your pillow at him, but he caught it easily. "that wasn't meant to be a compliment, jackass," you muttered.

"how else would someone interpret being called perfect?" he chuckled.

"oh my god, shut up and tutor me," you grumbled.

after an hour making very little progress, you unceremoniously laid down on your bed, a huff leaving your lips.

"i am so bored," you said, drawing out the r.

billy chuckled, running a hand through his stupid, perfect hair. "let's take a break. how about we play a game?"

you squinted your eyes at him, suspicion brewing in the pit of your stomach. "yeah? what kind of game?"

"truth or dare," he said, mischief glinting behind his blue eyes.

you snorted and rolled your eyes. "you're joking, right?" all he did was smile back at you. "fine. truth."

"boring," he said. "okay. who's your crush?"

you almost choked on your own spit. "hey, what's the big idea?" your nostrils flared and you felt a vein pop out of your neck. billy was just going to laugh in your face and make fun of you, you knew it. he was going to take this information and spread it through the whole school.

"i'm just curious," he replied. "i promise if you tell me who it is, i'll tell you my crush." he held his pinky out and looked at you expectantly.

you kept your smile from spreading across your face. a pinky promise? really? nonetheless, you interlocked your pinky with his and gave it a shake, sealing the deal.

"okay, okay. i have a crush on cody fletcher." you sighed.

billy barked out an uproarious laugh. you knew this would happen. "cody? seriously? he's a total nerd!"

"he's sweet!" you defended yourself. "and funny. and he's really smart." your thoughts began to stray to the skinny brunette. sure, he was a nerd, but he was nice. "who's your crush, hargrove? you pinky promised."

he held his hands up in surrender. "you're right." a pretty smile graced his lips. "you're my crush," he said in a nonchalant tone.

you felt your heart stop and your breath catch in your throat. "what?"

"yeah. you just seem really cool. and you're hot." he winked.

a giggle you weren't in control of slipped past your lips. suddenly you felt yourself falling into the charming mess that was billy hargrove. "thanks." your voice broke and you cursed yourself for being so embarrassing.

"so, how about a date?"

you gulped. "i... yeah. i'd like that."

you still hated him, but a date wouldn't kill you, right?... right?