Thalassophile (Billy Hargrove)

"What do you want?" I crossed my arms." he looked at me with one of those looks that make you feel violated.

He bent down to meet my height before whispering, "you."

the words left his lips without any form of hesitation.
And just like his words, the palm of my hands came crashing on his cheeks, his head whipped to the side, and my hands slapped over my mouth as the sound of my hand and his cheeks colliding silenced the entire parking lot.

I just slapped Billy Hargrove