Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

the silent treatment

you drove to the pool to pick billy up-- like you always did. things were rocky —to say the least— lately, but you figured until the two of you made your break up official, you'd continue the normal routine. it was the least you could do, after he called you about his totalled car, anyways. things were rough, but you at least had the decency to give the guy a ride.

you parked your chevette in its normal spot, spinning the key ring around your finger and snapping your gum as you walked to the front gate. you pushed it open easily, holding it for a moment as the last few kids fled out before they were kicked. it was just a little past official closing time, and billy technically had another half hour or so left in his shift to clean and lock everything up, but he never did.

billy wasn't in sight when you walked in, and you figured the usual— that he was just changing in the locker rooms. but, you decided to ask about it anyway, because the manager at the desk always had something funny to say about the workday and was pretty cute, too.

"Y/N!" he cheered as you walked towards him. katie, another lifeguard who sometimes shared the shift with billy, was sitting on the file drawers beside him, sipping her New Coke with a pink bendy straw and giving you a cheeky grin.

"hey, boss man," you teased him, making him and katie both snicker a little. "where's bill?"

"in the locker rooms, probably checking himself out in the mirror, as usual," katie joked, taking a sip of her Coke and smiling a little more when you laughed her.

"he seemed off today," freddy— the manager's actual name, no one ever called him it besides all of the teenagers who wanted to flirt with him— suddenly changed the mood, his smile falling and the magazine in his hand slowly closing. "i thought maybe the two of you had ended it, with all the weird brooding he was doing."

you tilted your head and started to open your mouth to question what he meant, but katie chipped in before you could.

"yeah, and he didn't take time to flirt with the desperate housewives like he usually does, either." katie had a witty brooklyn accent, and though you usually teased her for sounding like cliché mobster, when she said shit like that the accent made your blood boil.

you refrained from adding a remark about how he shouldn't be flirting with anyone else at all, but you decided to brush it off. it wasn't like you hadn't been flirting with freddy for half of the summer, ever since you and billy started having issues.

"weird," you decided to say, figuring that you'd spare freddy and kate from having to listen to your relationship troubles. "I'll talk to him later." you didn't really plan on talking to him about it later.

an awkward silence filled the room and you twiddled with your thumbs and snapped your gum impatiently. kate and freddy gave each other a side glance behind your back, questioning each other about your sudden annoyed state silently. neither of them had been specifically told about your and billy's patchiness, but it was easy to read your expressions when the two of you were together.

billy finally walked out of the locker room, and when you looked up at him you immediately knew exactly what they had been talking about. he was weird. he was holding himself weird and he was holding his bag weird and he was wearing a shirt. his hair and face were still damp with a mix of sweat— from the stupid fucking indiana humidity— and the shower he had taken. you couldn't put your finger on his expression and his stance, he looked dazed almost.

"finally, bill!" freddy said, sitting up and leaning his chest on the desktop. "Y/N's been waiting here forever, i thought maybe i would have to give 'em a ride home."

you clenched your jaw, knowing that billy would take freddy's joke as a hint towards your flirty stance with him— but it wasn't like he didn't already know, anyways.