Billie Jean [h.s]

18

Monday
Billie Jean

My dirty, all-white, high top converses slide down the concrete as the sun began to rise. I have a problem with getting white shoes and roughing them up.

My eyes heavy from the lack of sleep and my hands tightened around my school bag. I felt myself yawning more often.

It's all because I've stayed at the lake with Harry until two in the morning. I don't regret a thing. I felt my legs twitch a bit as a bit down on my underlip.

I came to the conclusion that I'm kinda digging Harry more than I intended.

Last night we almost kissed! I can't believe it. He wanted to kiss me.

"You seem pretty tired, huh?" I heard Tony say from beside me knocking me from my fantasy.

I turned over to him giving off a weak smile. We strolled down the street towards the high school before the first bell.

"I just didn't get much of sleep last night." I answer quickly clearing my throat. "I'll be fine." I chuckle awkwardly looking away from him.

"Right. Or is it the fact that you snuck out?" Tony questions and I swallowed my spit to his intimidation.

"Snuck out?" I laugh softly. "You wish. I'm not you." I joke picking up my pace.

I refuse for him to run into my business, just when I'm finally having fun.

"Billie Jean, I saw you. Sneaking back in. So where did you go?" Tony demanded pacing up to me.

"No where. I was home." I answer rolling my eyes.

We continued pacing down the street as he huffs a bit in concentration.

"I know you're lying. I can see it all over your face." Tony continues to press on.

"Don't be a spazz, Tony. Let it go." I mumbled unfazed by his persistence.

My bell bottoms swayed from side to side gracing each other, saying hello.

My turtle neck short sleeve top was baby blue as the sky and it was one of my favorite shirts to where. So cotton snugged and tight.

"You went to see him." Tony questions loudly stopping in his tracks as I continued my pace.

"You went to see that white boy!" he yelled stopping me in my tracks.

I turned to him crossing my arms, my eye brows furrowing, and my jaw tightening.

"That's not his name." I utter seeing fire in the place of my brother.

"So you did go to see the white boy?" Tony asks again making me scuff at the name.

I let my hands drop to my side and I stormed up to him standing directing in his face. I rose my index finger pressing it into his chest.

"I said that's not his fucking name!" I yelled and with every word I shoved his chest.

"His name is Harry and you'll respect that." I utter with anger turning from him and walking away from.

"You strictly went behind my back after I told you to leave him alone. I'm telling dad when we get home. Maybe you'll listen to him." Tony shouted charging up to me to keep up with my pace.

My eyes widen and my heart stopped a bit as I turned to him.

"Why? Hm? Why do you have to be like this? Why can't you be happy that I have a friend?" I yelled to him and he just rolled his eyes at my words.

"A friend he's not your fucking friend!"

"It doesn't matter once dad knows you'll learn." Tony continues nagging when I suddenly was smacked with a memory.

I took steps back to his door hearing the squeaking increase slightly and as my ear laid on the door I heard a gentle panting and moaning coming through the doors.

My eyes widen covering my mouth feeling my dinner rush from my stomach.

"Okay you do that, I'll have a story to tell daddy too." I say making my brother laugh at my sorry attempt.

"Billie Jean you can never catch me doing anything. I'm too smooth of a criminal." Tony jokes.

"Right. Okay, well how about fucking in mama's house while the family's asleep. Now, that will most definitely overshadow me sneaking out." I huff in thought.

"And what spazz would sneak someone one in. Knowing how mama feels about strangers in her house?" I turn to Tony who looked flustered.

"Billie Jean, what the hell are you talking about?" he says looking frustrated and seeing him squirm a bit made me laugh.

"Uhh Tony that feels great." I mimicked the mystery girl. "That's what I'm talking about."

"So go ahead, tell daddy about Harry. I'll tell mama that you was having sex in here house!" I threaten with a small smirk upon my lips.

"You have no proof!" Tony shouts more frustrated as I looked forward seeing we was almost at the school.

"You have no proof I snuck out." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.

"It's different." Tony argues as I skip a bit getting excited to get to the high school and get away from him.

"Fuck off Tony. I don't need you to tell me who I can and can't see. You're not my dad." I shout at him knowing that I ruined his morning and turning to the high school, skipping away from him in anger and shock of my sudden behavior.

I thought my morning would in fact be amazing until saw the last thing on my mind.

Robin and Keith.

Together.