Bad Boys Ain’t No Good
Notes: I’m really enjoying writing all these fics. I know I have a part 2 to write for another one, but I really loved writing this. There’s some Steve Harrington and of course Billy Hargrove, but this one is a little different from the others I’ve written. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 for this one too. So I hope y'all enjoy!
Warnings: Some talk about sex nothing graphic and underage drinking and cussing.
For sometime now Billy Hargorve and I have been nothing more than a couple of friends that were getting some action on the side. God, how I loved being taken night after night by Billy, he was everything I craved. But with sex comes feelings, and man did I catch those feelings, and they hit me hard.
Billy and I kept everything under wraps, nobody knew what went on behind closed doors between the two of us, and that was okay, until I watched other girls flaunt themselves over Billy, practically drooling as he glanced over to them, there eyes about to pop out of their head. God, was it annoying. I hated sitting back and just watching it happen, if they only knew who he was plowing in the dead of night.
I would often play it off, when he would talk about all the other girls who wanted him. I mean he is Billy Hargrove and he’s only doing what came naturally to him, but a piece of me hoped maybe deep down in the pit of his heart he felt something for me too. But that’s a silly dream, right?
I rolled my eyes “don’t call me that”
“You know you like it” he winked
“No, not really. That’s a girlfriend nickname, I’m not your girlfriend. Remember?”
In all honesty I loved hearing him call me princess, but I never wanted him to know that.
Billy draped his arm around me, as he handed over a red solo cup to me filled with some kind of substance.
“I’m gonna bang her” he whispered pointing over to some brunette.
I rolled my eyes as I shoved Billy’s arm off of me. I slammed the drink down my throat.
“I’m getting another drink” I growled as I walked away from Billy.
Why was he such a dick?
I filled the red solo cup with more booze, constantly slamming one after another down my throat. What turned out to be only a couple of drinks turned into about four or five now. I was feeling pretty good, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Billy as I watched him drap himself over another girl.
“Billy Hargrove” I slurred as I walked up to him “oh honey, no… don’t hook up with this fool, he’s not good. You wanna know what he’ll do?” I smirked looking at the girl standing beside him with a stupid look on her face. “he’ll just fuck you and keep you on the side like your his pet. Wanna know how I know? Cause he’s doing it to me. Hear that everyone? Billy Hargrove and I have been fucking for months!” I laughed taking another gulp of my drink
“Come here” Billy growled grabbing my forearm and dragging me outside
“What the fuck?” I yelled
Billy slammed me against the wall of the house, his hands on my hips.
“What’s your problem?” He barked
“You. You’re my problem Hargrove. I mean fuck… I’m in love with you. I’m in fuckin love with you” I whispered looking into his eyes
Billy slipped his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“You’re drunk” he scoffed
“You won’t remember this tomorrow. Go sleep it off.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t even give a shit about me”
Billy moved his hands from my hips to my face, cupping it softly.
“You need to go home”
“So you can fuck that girl? Were done Hargrove. Have fun. Were done. For good” I said pushing him backwards
“Good. You never meant shit to me anyway”
I stopped in my tracks. His words driving a knife into my heart. You never meant shit. Replaying over and over in my head.
“Fuck you” I growled storming off towards the front of the house. Tears falling down my cheeks.
“Hey” a formilar voice whispered catching my hand.
I glanced over my shoulder. A brunette, with famous hair caught me off guard.
“Ya alright?” He asked
I nodded my head as I whipped tears from my eyes.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
I nodded once more.
The ride home with Steve Harrington was quite, the silence not making it easy to forget about what happened only a few minutes ago.
Steve and I use to be close back in middle school, but that all changed when he became ‘Mr. Popular’ in Hawkins high, he forgot about all us small people. I mean I wasn’t unpopular, I was friends with just about everyone, and I partied often but Steve just took a different direction than I did. He changed, until Billy came along, he stole Steve’s thunder.
“He’s a douche ya know?”
“Yeah” I whispered
“Do you really love him?”
I nodded my head.
“You could do better”
“What do you know Steve? We haven’t talked in years and here you are trying to be my knight in shinning armour.”
Steve smirked rolling his eyes.
“No.. you don’t need anyone to save you. You take care of yourself. All I’m saying is you deserve better than that shit.”
I bit my lip.
“Then why do you love him?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know really? I guess it’s because when it’s just him and I he treats me differently”
“I really don’t want to talk about this Harrington”
Steve nodded his head.
“I just wish he loved me back. But he’s Billy Hargrove, he only loves himself and his reflection. Why doesn’t he love me?”
Steve reached for my hand, he squeezed it softly.
“I know what it’s like to love someone and they not love you back. Its bullshit”
I nodded my head and smiled softly.
“Bullshit” I whispered
“How about I take ya out sometime? Nothing serious just two old friends catching up?”
I glanced over to Steve and for once that night I smiled, I generally smiled.
“I’d like that Harrington”