ash || billy hargrove
summary: you’re in the library, minding your own business when billy comes to talk to you. and after that, he seems to get, well, possesive.
word count: 703
requested by: anon
Your eyes skim the last few words on the page. You stay sitting in the plastic chair, rethinking the novel. You’d read a plethora of books, but this one was so different in your eyes. The mystery was so thought out, the twist so flawless; you didn’t see any of that coming.
“Hey, Y/N,” a deep voice greeted you. You looked up to meet a boy with gray-blue eyes resting his hands on the chair across from you. “Oh, um, hi. Billy, right?” you ask, closing your book slowly.
Billy laughed, licking his lips. “You guessed it. So, enjoying your book?” You scanned his body language in hopes of analyzing it. Why was he making small talk with you, especially about a book?
“Yeah, I guess. I just finished it, so, you know,” you concluded. Billy took his hands off the chair and walked around to sit in it. He nodded, glancing over his shoulder before taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
“You’re going to start the sprinklers,” you say. “Oh, princess, this isn’t my first rodeo,” he laughs, taking a drag. You sigh, tapping your pencil to fill in the time between your thoughts.
“So, you’re probably wondering why I came over,” he breaks the silence. “I can guess,” you say, concluding he’s here to ask you out. You’ve been to enough Reading class to learn how to infer.
“Hargrove!” a woman’s sharp voice interrupts. “Shit,” he mutters, looking for a place to put out his cigarette. His inability to extinguish the embers left enough time for the librarian to storm over and grab his collar.
For a librarian, she was very noisy. You heard glimpses of “disgrace” and “two months of detention, at least” from your eavesdropping, but was interrupted by the bell.
Eighth period was hell. Checking the clock every five minutes, you were on the edge of just leaving. That was if you were daring enough. With your grades being as good as they are, you would never dream of it.
After what seems like forever, the bell finally rang, escaping you from this confinement. You walk outside that lifeless classroom to walk to your locker.
Putting in the combination, you grab any papers you deem important. “Hey,” you hear from behind you. “Yeah, um, maybe later Billy?” you suggest, trying to get through your books and binders so you could get home.
An unfamiliar laugh reaches your ears, pressing you to turn around. A tall brown-haired boy stood in front of you. “Oh, sorry,” you say, smiling politely.
“It’s okay. Anywho, Nightmare on Elm Street’s coming out this Friday, care to come?” he asked, leaning his arm on the lockers beside you. His words flowed so smoothly as if he had rehearsed it.
“Like, a date?” you ask, filling your backpack more slowly now. He nods, a smile beginning to grow on his face. “Uh,” you say as filler, taking time to think about whether or not to agree.
Before you can answer, you feel a hand wrap around your waist and pull you into someone’s chest. “Hey, bud, how’s it going?” he says, a cocky smirk greeting the boy.
“Is this your boyfriend?” the boy asks, confusion filling his face. “I- uh,” you stammer. Before being able to explain that Billy was definitely not your boyfriend, he pulled you in for a kiss.
Your whole body tensed up before finding yourself kissing back. You heard the boy walk away, but you were too fixated on how Billy’s mouth moved so gracefully against yours. His kiss was passionate and rough; his hands firmly on your waist.
It was like you were in a dream, being kissed by a boy as attractive as him. Your hand runs up his exposed chest, while his lower onto your ass and thighs.
You finally gain consciousness and, realizing what was happening, push him away, seeing a trace of your lipstick still on his lips. You stared at him in awe, unable to think of something to say. Instead, you close your locker, grab your bag and walk away, finally able to get home.