bittersweet || billy hargrove
requested by: anon
warnings: curse words
word count: 393
A/N: sorry this is really short i just couldn’t come up with too much
summary: you and billy skip 6th period to go do something on your own.
Skip 6th period and head to bathroom near library -Billy
The note that started it all. You didn’t usually skip class. Hell, you never skipped class. This stupid kid just did something to you, and you couldn’t grasp what it was.
You quietly walk down towards the library, glancing over your shoulder every minute or two. You knew Billy just wanted to make out, maybe more than that but contemplated if missing algebra was worth this. Billy was one damn good kisser.
You open the ladies’ bathroom, Billy’s preference, to find him leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He was the kind of guy to like doing things more if there was a risk involved.
“Hey, princess,” he greeted with that signature smirk. He takes one more drag on his cigarette before taking it out and flattening and extinguishing it on the floor.
You shake your head. “You smell like Hell.” Billy laughs, sliding his tongue between his teeth. “And you look like Heaven.” Billy always seemed to flatter you, sometimes without you expecting it.
You’re both quiet for a short amount of time, your eyes wandering off to your side and his onto your lips. Before your eyes can fully trail back to Billy’s, his mouth moves cunningly onto yours.
In an instant, you had switched places: your back against the wall and his hands pushing you against it. One of his hands remained firmly on your waist while the other leaned against the wall above you.
“Billy,” you’d say breathily between breaks, trying to get his attention. Finally, you found it in you to push him off so that he could turn around to face the teachers at the door.
There stood an old woman and a young man, which you presumed to be the new teacher here. The male teacher seemed quite awkward around the atmosphere, but the woman seemed more than pleased to have caught students skipping class.
“Mr. Hargrove and, to my surprise, Ms. Y/L/N, if you would follow me please,” the woman spoke, her hands behind her back and her head turned up, showing off her awful smile.
You looked at Billy, hoping there was a chance he knew how to get out of it, but instead, he only laughed and slid his hand into your back pocket.