Two girls. Two lifestyles. One locker filled with a compelling secret. "Who would have thought one little locker would unveil so much" she asked me as we found ourselves intertwined in each others embrace. My fingers found their way through her coiled hair as she laid on top of me. I took a deep breath before saying, "I'm lucky it did" I spoke. "We would have been dead a long time ago if it hadn't" I finished, watching as her eyes now scanned over my entire being. I didn't understand how, but Locker 265 saved my life.

I just, kinda... Wish you were gay. 2019 Watty's Award Winner achieved: #1 in billieeilish #1 in girlxgirl #3 in fanfiction #1 in imagines

[Book 1 Of The Sinners Trilogy] Quinn did something terrible. Her mother won't even look at her. Exiled to a strict Catholic school in the city's underbelly, she's determined to stay invisible-but never afraid. And then there's Billie. A bruised-knuckle gang leader with blood on her hands and secrets in her eyes, Billie rules St. Mary's with a silent fury no one dares cross. And yet, she's watching Quinn. Closely. As the two girls are drawn into each other's orbit, Quinn discovers that St. Mary's is more than detention slips and hallway fights. It's a battlefield-and Billie isn't just a bully. She's a soldier in a war no one talks about. And Quinn? She's already in too deep. One carries a secret. The other carries anger. And when love meets violence-nothing stays holy. ••• "Welcome to St. Mary's school for the troubled child" Billie whispers, her hands on my waist, her lips by my ear. I shudder, trying not to fall into her trap. She brings a hand to my top button, undoing it "You've gotta be in here for something. We're all sinners" she moves down, undoing half of my shirt. I whimper, my muscles locked. I felt ashamed of what she was doing to me, how she was making me feel. "C'mon, baby." she spins me so I'm facing her. Her eyes sparkled with amusement "Show me how sinful you really are" ••• • #1 in idontwannabeyouanymore on 8.23.19 • # 1 in blohsh on 8.23.19 • # 1 in comeoutandplay on 12.18.19 • # 1 in lesbianfiction on 7.03.25

Dahlia is just coming to terms with her sexuality when Billie, the girl who stares too much and keeps popping up everywhere, comes to her school. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ {WARNING: This story contains foul language, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual assault, molestation, and rape, and mentions of suicidal thoughts. There are trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters that mention these things!}

"What's there to even do during an eight hour long flight delay?" "Wanna fall in love?" girlxgirl achieved #1 under billie eilish achieved #1 under lesbian & girlxgirl achieved #1 under imagines achieved #2 under instagram achieved #218 under fanfiction

"You're so fucked up Billie." "Aren't we all fucked up in this house? Lighten up kitten." copyright 2019 @tcsticles

Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.

"Billie..." I trailed off as I saw her sitting on my chair once more, her lips dry and her hair in a tangled mess. Her cheeks were wet with tears as she sniffed, her hand coming up to her nose wiping off some snot. "They're going to kill me, Kennedy. They said so this morning" She said, through sobs and I felt my heart break. I walked up to her and she instantly gripped my waist crying into my white shirt. Her body vibrated as she cried loudly, the only sound in the dark room. I looked down at her brown hair, the dye completely out and some sponge laying here and there. I hesitated before carefully holding her head and lightly rubbing her cheek. Compassion wasn't my best trate but for Billie I'd try. "I don't wanna go, Kennedy. I-I don't wanna go" She repeatedly begged and I shook my head, a lone tear rolling down my cheek, "I'm sorry, Billie" 05/16/19

"your favorite patient is back." dedicated to peyton moonson, rest in paradise darling 🙏🏻