Don't Get too Close: A Billie and Brandon Story

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I enter school with one thing on my mind and that was to find out what happened to me on my birthday.

It's breakfast time in school so class hasn't started yet and there were people standing in the hallway talking among themselves. I almost immediately spot Josh walking with some girl and go up to him.

"I need to talk to you, like right now." I said with urgency. People started giving us weird looks because I was speaking to him after he gave me a concussion.

"Alright what you want?" he said smuggly with his arm wrapped around the girl.

"...in private." I said glancing at the irritated girl.

"Sorry Billie, I'm with my girl right now."

"Josh, you know what I need to talk about, quit playing." I said getting more irritated.

"Fine." he shrugged. "I'mma catch you in class baby." he said as he kissed her goodbye. "What's up?"

"Um...uh...you helped me at the party right." I said all of sudden getting nervous for some reason.

"Yep."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"You're okay, right?"

"I'm fine...just tell me what happened that night. I can't remember anything."

"Okay. I walked in on that senior on top of you. Y'all were both naked so I thought y'all were just hooking up and I was drunk anyway. I began to leave until I had a double take and realized it was you."

"W-was he...doing it?"

"I don't think so. I think he was just getting ready to. But then again I was drunk as fuck at that party."

"Oh..." I said looking down.

"Well what ever happened or didn't happen, I stopped him when I realized you were unconscious. I pushed him off of you and started throwing blows to his face."

"Oh. Well, thank you."

"Billie, I'm still sorry about what happened." he said looking down on me.

"Okay, I'm gonna go now, thanks for the help again." I said walking away.

I go to the cafeteria and see Brandon and the gang sitting at the table.

I plop down next to Brandon and lean in to peck him on the lips.

"Whoa..." Drew said surprisingly.

"So, y'all are a thing now?" Prince asked questionably.

"Yessir." I smiled. "But serious question guys. Who was the senior that tried to take advantage of me at my party?" I asked.

"Um, I think his name is Jordan Oliver or something. Everyone calls him Oliver though." Zoe said.

"Why?" Brandon asked.

"Because I'm gonna cut his dick off with scissors." I said while reaching for the toast on his tray.

"How about we just relax baby? We can tell the principal and he'll take care of it."

"He fucking laced my blunt so he can fuck me while I sleep. I'm gonna get him back for this." I said while munching on his toast.

"I said no." he said in a serious tone.

"Fuck what you say. This is my problem." I said rolling my eyes. He tightly grips my neck making me look at him.

"I said no. Now shut up." He said as he releases my neck. Well shit. I smirked as I watched him angrily finish his food.

"Okay." I said softly.

"Uhh...this is awkward." Gawa said leaning back in his chair clearly looking uncomfortable.

***

After digging around school I find out exactly what Oliver does after school. He smokes weed with his friends by the lake across the school.

I walk to the lake with my pocket knife in hand and see the dickhead who tried to hurt me and his other stoner friends.

"Yeo." I said approaching the group.

"Damn, who this bitch? She bad as fuck." one of them said. I saw Oliver tense up as I stood there with the pocket knife hidden behind my back.

"I'm Billie." I smiled innocently.

"Oh this the one you was talking bout with the wet pussy?" another dude said while sizing me up and down. "You tryna smoke mamas?"

"Nah, the shits probably laced." I rolled my eyes pulling out the knife and flicking it open. They all backed away as if it was a gun. Some pussies.

I inched over to Oliver and put the knife to his neck.

"What did you do? Did you fuck me?" I said lowly.

"No, I swear I didn't. Some junior stopped me." he said frantically.

"Bruh, you bout to piss yo pants over a sophomore white girl?" I heard one of the dudes say as I felt the boy grab me by my waist to pull me away and he threw me on the ground.

Soon, I realized I was on the ground and five big dudes were standing over me.

I quickly got up and shoved the guy who threw me. He started laughing when he got close to me. I threw a punch to his face making him fall back.

"Damn she can hit, I aint fucking with her." one of the dudes said sarcastically while laughing.

I rushed back over to Oliver with the knife.

"Listen, if you ever try to hurt me or any other girl again, I'll gouge the eyes out of your skull and bend you over a table and fuck you with a broom."

"Lighten up, bitch. You wanted it." He said reminding me of the all too familiar phrase from Daddy that I'll never forget.

I grabbed his arm and deeply cut the palm of his hand as he screamed in pain. I walked off as all of his friends assisted him.

I have to walk home since I didn't catch a ride from Brandon and missed the bus to confront Oliver.

***

"You're home!!" Maggie said super excitedly. "There's a suprise for you in the garage." she said taking my hand, leading me to the garage.

We open the door to reveal a sexy ass matte black Dodge Challenger.

"T-that's mine?" I stammered. She handed me keys to the car and gave me a hug.

"Happy belated birthday."

"A c-car? A fucking car?" I said feeling my eyes tear up.

"Yep, a fucking car!" she said jumping up and down at my reaction. "Of course you need your license, but you're almost there."

"Jesus, Maggie." I said, still shocked.

" Call me Mom." she smiled.

"Mom?" I rose an eyebrow. Rule #1 of fostering a kid, don't ever ask them to call you mom or dad.

"Billie, let's go talk in the kitchen."

We sit at the table and I sit my keys down.

"Me, Pat, and Finneas have been talking and if it's okay with you..."

"Oh God you're letting me go?" I said.

"No no no. We...we want to adopt you."

im losing brain cells