Collision Course | Billy Hargrove Fanfic|

7. Playing Hooky

The warm rays of sunshine sliced through the curtains into the dimly lit bedroom. Quin lied beneath her thick purple comforter, her face pressed into the soft pillow, mouth slightly open and hair fanning around her head in a jungle of tangles.

Slowly a pair of hazel eyes fluttered open only to shut again as the snaking rays of sun landed into her eyes, making her momentarily blind before sitting up. She felt rested, like something in the atmosphere had shifted, allowing her to sleep dreamless throughout the night.

Yawning the girl rubbed her eyes. Just a few more minutes of sleep then I'm sure my alarm will go off...

Quin slowly eased back down, prepared to sleep again before realizing one vital mistake. Quickly she shot out of the bed, turning to look at the clock on her bed that read, 10:27.

" Shit shit shit shit."

Quickly she threw on what she could find, a pair of jeans and a sweater. Deciding not to brush her hair and just throwing the thick brown mane into a messy ponytail to deal with after. Quin grabbed her book bag and dashed out of her room, sleep long forgotten and school now fresh on her mind.

" I'm so dead, im so fucking dead."

The girl reached the stairs, hurrying down them as she searched her bag for her keys. Her heel missed the next step, about four drops away from the bottom. A squeal of surprise echoed through the quiet house followed by a series of bangs as her ass hit the steps and half slid half tumbled down the last few of them before landing heavily at the bottom.Quin sat at the bottom, her butt burning from the impact and her breathing kept in her chest, like a hostage in a cage. Fresh tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to fall like raindrops on a stormy day.

" What the hell was-" Billy came storming out of the kitchen, looking like he had just woken up himself. His eyes were still heavy, voice gravely and raspy while his wild golden locks stuck out in odd places. He had a bowl of cereal clutched in his hand and once his eyes laid upon Quin sitting at the bottom of the stairs, he ran his tongue over his perfectly white teeth. Trying his hardest not to laugh.

" I tripped down the stairs and- and I'm late to school because I forgot to set my alarm last night because I was taking care of you so don't you dare fucking laugh at me. " Quin tried to make her voice sound demanding and strong. Like she was the most threatening thing on the planet but it came out caught in her throat. Choked as the over whelming feelings pushed their way up her chest. Suffocating her from the inside out.

Chewing his bottom lip, Billy nodded in response taking some deep breaths to suppress his laughter before setting down his bowl and making his way over. He kneeled down to her hight and looked her in the eyes, which stung with salty tears.

" Are you hurt?" His voice came out surprisingly gentle, his eyes only held warmth and kindness while his face was relaxed. No harsh sneer creased his brow or tugged at his lips.

" No. I'm fine." A small sniffle escaped Quins lips as she took a shuddering deep breath, casting her face away from his. " Why are you still here? I thought you would have left ages ago."

" thought I'd at least stay to eat your food.I'd only just woken up." A small chuckle rumbled in the boys chest. He was trying his best trying to lighten the mood. " Besides, I don't wanna face the old man just yet."

Smiling, Billy rose from his knee and offered out his large hand, " Cmon up on your feet Shortstack."

" That's a dumb nickname by the way. You should be more original." Grumbling, Quin placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up. He then stooped down to pick up her belongings, but instead of giving back the book bag, he waltzed over and placed the sac on top of the china cabinet. Far out of Quins reach.