Bad guy (REWRITTEN)

Chapter 11

                              Billie

The interior of the car felt like a spinning carnival ride. Billie was gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled precision, her eyes narrowed at the road like she was trying to fight the yellow lines. She was buzzed enough that the edges of her world were blurring, but Anna was on an entirely different planet.

"Why... why is the car hugging me?" Anna demanded, her voice a loud, distorted melody. She started patting the leather seats aggressively. "Billie. The car is being possessive. Tell it to stop. I think my tits are gone "

"The car isn't hugging you, Anna. It's a seatbelt" Billie muttered, her head throbbing. "And lower your voice. You're vibrating my skull"

"You're just cranky because you can't drive straight" Anna shot back, pointing a shaky finger at Billie's face. "Look at you. Squinting. You look like a confused hamster. Is the big, bad Billie Eilish losing to a couple of gin and tonics?"

Billie's jaw tightened. Even drunk, her ego was a fortress. "I am driving perfectly. I am a fine. You, on the other hand, are currently leaking tears because you think you lost your tits"

"I didn't lose them! They're just... shy!" Anna yelled, then suddenly slumped back, mocking Billie's serious tone. "'Oh, look at me, I'm Billie, I'm so cool, I wear baggy clothes and drive a fast car. You're literally just a girl in pajamas who's scared of a speed bump."

"I am not scared of speed bumps" Billie hissed, hitting a bump a little too hard.

"Ooh! Scared!" Anna cheered, clutching her stomach. "You're so sensitive. Does your ego hurt? Do you need a band-aid for your feelings, baby?"

Billie let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Don't call me that. Not when you can't even stand up. You're a mess, Anna. A tiny, loud, straight-but-not-really mess"

"I'm straighter than your driving!" Anna cackled, reaching over to poke Billie's cheek. "You wish I liked you. You're obsessed. You're my biggest fan. Admit it. You probably keep a picture of me under your pillow"

"In your dreams, baby" Billie smirked, though her heart gave a traitorous thump. "I'm just the one making sure you don't end up face-down in Jasom's lawn. You're lucky I'm nice today because of gin and tonic"

"You're not nice. You're a fucking bully and selfish, Anna's bitch" Anna pouted, her mood shifting in a heartbeat. "A pretty bully. With stupid hair. And a stupid mouth"

"My mouth is the best part of this car right now" Billie countered, pulling into her driveway with a triumphant jerk of the brakes. "We're here. Shut up and let me carry you before you fall and sue me"

Billie killed the engine, but the world kept spinning for a second. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel, exhaling a breath that smelled like juniper and regret.

"We're here" Billie announced. "End of the line for the confused hamster and her passenger, the shrunk-chested stowaway''

Anna didn't move. She was staring intensely at the glove box. "The car stopped hugging me. I feel abandoned, Billie. This is your fault. You're a homewrecker''

"I'm a homewrecker for your seatbelt?" Billie huffed, stumbling out of the car and rounding to the passenger side. she hauled the door open.

"Get out, Anna. Before i push you out''

Anna tumbled out, her legs working like wet noodles. She grabbed Billie's shoulders for dear life, her face inches from Billie's. "You're blurry. Why are there two of you? Is this a glitch? Is the 'Billie-verse' expanding? God, one was already too much ego for one zip"

Billie caught her around the waist, her own head swimming. "If there were two of me, you'd be twice as obsessed. Now walk you disaster"

"I'm not a disaster" Anna giggled, tripping over her own sneakers and dragging Billie down with her. They both lurched into the side of the car.

"I'm an experience. You're just... a tall, moody tree with a haircut I could do with kitchen scissors"

Billie let out a sharp, genuine bark of laughter. "Kitchen scissors? Really? This moody tree is currently the only thing keeping your face from meeting the pavement. You look like a baby giraffe on roller skates"

"A cute giraffe" Anna corrected, poking Billie's nose. "And you... you drive like you're trying to apologize to the road. 'Sorry, Mr. Asphalt, did I hurt you with my expensive tires?' You're so dramatic"

Billie leaned her back against the car, holding Anna up, and actually started wheezing. The image of herself apologizing to the road was too much for her buzzed brain to handle. "I am—I am a professional, Anna! I have a reputation!"

"A reputation for what?" Anna mocked, her voice high and ridiculous. "Being the only person who wears enough chains to be used as a boat anchor? You're like a walking hardware store"

"At least I don't cry about losing my tits in a parked car!" Billie shot back, clutching her stomach as she laughed.

"That was peak performance. I should've recorded it. We could've played it at your wedding"

"My wedding to who? A bowl of pasta?" Anna cackled, her head falling onto Billie's shoulder.

They stood there in the quiet driveway, illuminated by the porch light, both of them shaking with a laughter that felt dangerously honest. For a second, the 'bully' and the straight girl didn't exist, it was just two girls who were too drunk to remember why they were supposed to be enemies.

Billie looked down at the top of Anna's head, her laughter dying down into a soft, breathless smile. She had never met anyone who threw her ego back in her face with such effortless, hilarious precision.

"You're a nightmare," Billie whispered, her voice surprisingly tender.

"Yeah" Anna sighed, looking up with eyes that were glassy but bright. "But I'm your favorite nightmare. Admit it, hamster"

Billie didn't argue. She just tucked Anna under her arm and started the long, wobbly trek toward the front door.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get you inside before you start roasting the mailbox"

At the House

The walk inside was a disaster of tangled limbs. Billie was trying to play the hero, but she tripped over the doorstep, sending them both stumbling into the foyer.

"Great job, Superman" Anna mocked, hanging off Billie's neck. "Really graceful. 10 out of 10. The floor was very impressed"

"Shut up" Billie breathed, hauling Anna toward the stairs. "I'm doing this with a head-spin. Give me some credit"

After the bathroom incident which involved Billie holding Anna's hair while looking at the ceiling to avoid getting sick herself. Billie finally managed to get Anna into an oversized tee. The room was quiet now, the only sound being the hum of the AC.

Billie sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the world settle into a slow, rhythmic tilt. She looked at Anna, who was finally still, her face soft and devoid of the sharp barbs she'd been throwing all night.

"Different" Billie whispered to the empty room, her thumb tracing Anna's jawline. "You're definitely different"

As Billie climbed in beside her, Anna's heat was like a magnet. Even in sleep, Anna moved closer, her arm heavy across Billie's waist. Billie's ego, the one Anna had been bruising all night, suddenly felt very small and unimportant.

She tucked Anna's head under her chin, breathing in the scent of the party and the faint, sweet smell of Anna's shampoo.

"I can change your mind" Billie whispered into the dark, her voice losing its edge. "Just wait."

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Sorry for the short chapter i just wanted to write billie's pov but i hope you guys enjoyed today chapter.