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

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***It is the next day and I'm gonna write in 3rd person to see if I like it better :)

Billie was not intimidate by Paris's advances at all. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to steal Brandon from Billie. Billie knew that Brandon wouldn't do anything to betray her but she also knew that she didn't fuck with that love triangle drama and she will quickly let Brandon go if he made it seem as such.

The fact was, Billie knew she like Brandon, a lot, but she grew up learning to not get attached to anything. She was perfectly okay with letting him go if anything were to happen.

She walked in the school with skinny denim jeans and a regular sized t-shirt which was definitely different for her. She got a few confusing glances from her fellow schoolmates which she was used to by now. Every little thing she did was talked about and she never understood why. She had only switched up her look because her "mom" had tooken her shopping as a celebration for a successful adoption.

"Hey, girl." she heard a familiar voice approach.

She rolled her eyes before turning around and seeing Paris smile at her. She didn't respond, just gave her a resting bitch face.

"Is there something wrong?" Paris asked innocently.

"Bitch, what do you want?" she asked bluntly.

"So, me and Brandon talked and we decided to give our friendship a try again."

"Okay, so what does this have to do with me, because you're talking to me like I'm you're friend."

"I just thought that we could be friends too, and maybe you and Brandon should just be friends." she said.

"Uh, excuse me?" Billie narrowed her eyes.

"You guys should just be friends. It's pretty clear that you don't really like him in that way."

"You don't know what I think about him. And it shouldn't matter to you anyway."

"Actually it does matter because Brandon is my bestfriend and I love him."

"You're fucking weird you know that? Listen, don't tell me to stop dating my man because I know what you're trying to do and it ain't cute. Just remember that if I say so, Brandon will not talk to you anymore." Billie said walking away.

As she headed to her first period class, she realized she had a lot of eyes on her. She didn't know if they were because of what the teacher said to her a few days ago or if it was her new choice in clothes which quite frankly wasn't going to last long.

She walked in her class which she had been skipping for the past two days since the altercation. When she walked in, everybody looked at her including the temporary teacher filling in for the bitch who gave her business away.

She took her seat next to Josh who couldn't help but eye ber down.

"So, what the fuck is going on?" he said with a risen eyebrow.

"What are you referring to?" Billie asked.

"Normal fitting clothes? You look like a girl for once." he smirked.

"Okay, buddy relax. I always look like a fucking girl." she rolled her eyes.

"Well now you look like a girl with a fat ass."

Despite the teachers wishes, she slowly shifted her desk and chair away from Josh making him laugh.

"It's not funny." she said with slight irritation in her voice. She hated when others made comments about her body. She didn't find it disrespectful or anything, it just always reminded her of her former foster father.