Billie Jean [h.s]

8

"So tell me more about Robin." Keith asks for the fourth time since hitting the floor missing all my amazing moves I've been practicing in my driveway.

At some point after the fifth fact I spilled about my best friend I found myself glaring over at the skate counter missing my daisy boy friend. I'd rather be over there talking to him than to be hearing my crush ask things about my best friend than me.

"She likes to dance and we usually dance together. I'm pretty good." I beam as he grins a bit.

"That's good Billie Jean, but what about Robin. What does she like?" he pressed on.

I groaned softly, " Maybe you can ask her when she gets here."

We swirled around the rink while others swirled too  while a few skated backwards. I giggled doing the same trying to show off my skills to him as Keith rewarded me with his sweet smile.

" Well, I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her, so I'm not asking you because you're her best friend, silly." Keith laughs as I continued to backwards glide.

" Why would you be embarrassed?" I laugh at him as he didn't return the favor, his jaw tightened.

"Well, because I fancy her Billie Jean." Keith grins widely and I suddenly felt my world crash in a high speed chase. First my heart, then my pride, and suddenly me.

I lost the train to skate and my body fling into the air and my bottom smacked to ground viciously making everyone skate around me, snickering loudly. My hands burned from trying to catch my fall.

" Ya good?" Keith chuckles stretching his hand out to me, but instead I turned from his hand lifted myself up. My heart was shattered and I was hurt, I was ready to go home now because I've embarrassed myself.

Without a goodbye, I began to skate away from him in panic not wanting to talk, but to leave. What was I ever think? That he'd ever like me?

"Hey, where you going?" Keith calls after me pulling my arm forcing me to spin around in my skates to face him.

" Why?" I barked at him in frustration.

"Why what?" Keith still had an look of amusement on his face not realizing I was serious.

"Why did you make it seem like you liked me or something on the bench, just so you can say you've liked my best friend. Who does that?" I asked looking at him for answers and suddenly the grin whipped from his lips.

"Billie Jean, I was just being nice." he says trying to guide us off the floor not to stir attention, placing his arm on my waist.

"No, don't touch me." I shoved his hands off me skating from him. "Being nice involves you telling me I'm pretty and touching my thigh? That's what's being nice is?" I questioned.

"Why are you so upset, it wasn't like that. I swear." Keith explains as people began to stare.

" Because I like you, you doofus!" I confessed my voice cracking a bit.

His eyes widen and his mouth dropped a bit as he shook his head in rejection and confusion.

"Don't be a bunny, Billie Jean. I'm your brother's best friend." he sighs in disappointment his hands rubbing through his coiled hair.

I felt my eyes water a bit and I sniffed softly to myself gazing at him in disbelief. How could I be so silly?

" Billie Jean, please don't cry." Keith says skating close to me trying to wipe the first tear that slid from my cheek, but again I smacked his hand from my face.

" Fuck off." I tell him gently sliding backwards away from him. I couldn't stand to this his face anymore.

"Billie Jean please don't be like this."

"Stay the hell away from me or I'm telling my brother." I mutter skating far from him and out the rink, finding the bench I left my items at.

I slumped there tears running down my face. I'm so pathetic and worthless. I'm crying over a boy making myself to be a fool for everyone here. All because Robin thought it'd be a good idea.

Suddenly I felt a dip in the bench, " Thanks for getting my skates, Billie Jean."

My head popped up to see Robin sitting there unzipping her boots. I untied my strings not answering, but wanting to go home.

"Why are you untying, we still gotta skate together silly." Robin giggles as I take a good look at her. I slowly start to see dark red circled bruises pressed upon her neck.

Love bites

What did Tyrone and her do? I suddenly became sick to my stomach thinking of what Tyrone filthy hands could have did to my precious best friend.

" You're an hour late, I'm going home." I sighed untying the next skate as she was placing a skate on her foot still confused. I slipped my boots on quickly.

"But why?" Robin whimpered tying her skate then slipping the other one.

" Because you abandoned me, Robin." I shout at her furious not knowing it would come out in that way or manner.

"But I told you, I'd be back, Billie Jean." Robin states tying her shoe as her eyebrows furrowed.

" It doesn't matter I'm going home." I grabbed my rents and purse and footed to the skate counter. No one was there again and I smacked my hand on the bell.

I heard the sound a skates gliding up next to me as Harry made an appearance again, a smile plastered across his face until he noticed my pale eyes, he began to speak when Robin broke in.

"You can't be serious? We still have the night to have fun. What about Keith? The plan?" Robin exclaims as I glared at her face feeling rather angry at everything she missed.

" The plan? The plan failed Robin, he doesn't like me because he likes you! And you would have known that if you wasn't out getting those things on your neck, but instead supporting your best friends! Because that's what good friends do!" I screamed at her in rage tears falling down my cheeks.

She stood there, her face dropping in shame, and her dull eyes low to the floor. I noticed staring eyes and I slowly turned to the boy who stood there looking at the both of us. I slid the skates to him.

" I- um- finished with these." I whimper in a weak tone wiping my tears not wanting to look weak, but I knew I was a baby to him right about now. Harry nods taking the skates from me and turning his back to the shelves.

" I'm sorry, B-"

"Save it for someone who cares." I cut her off before she could cry out my name.

I turn from her and storm off from the once so fun skating ring to a not so sweet nostalgic moment.