Burning [Billy Hargrove]
Prompt: Hawkins High School’s new bad boy takes a liking for King Steve’s little sister.
Pairing: (eventual) Billy Hargrove x Reader, (platonic) Steve x Sister!Reader
Fandom: Stranger Things
Author’s note: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone Billy’s actions nor excuse his violent and racist behavior. Also, part 2?
(Y/N) applied a coat of her every-day light pink lipstick and smiled to herself, looking at her reflection in her brother’s rearview mirror. Steve caught sight of the moment and smiled, turning the key in the ignition to turn off the vehicle.
“So, I’ll see you here after school?” Steve asked, turning to face his sister, who was busy cramming her powder blue makeup bag inside her tote.
The brunette nodded. “Yeah. Can we give Alice a ride home, though? Her car’s broken.”
Steve copied the girl’s gesture. “No problem.”
The Harringtons got out of the brown BMW, (Y/N) pausing to look at her reflection one last time.
“You look great, (Y/N),” Steve told her, rolling his eyes. “It’s just school, anyway.”
“Tell that to your every-day hairstyle routine,” (Y/N) replied.
Steve opened his mouth to talk, but words didn’t leave his lips. A blue Camaro came into view, and Steve was well-aware of the sigh coming from his sister’s mouth. As soon as he saw the blonde boy come out from the driver’s side of the car, he turned.
His sister was no longer there, but walking off toward school. However, Steve frowned. He knew what she thought of him, but still.
“Don’t even think about it, (Y/N),” he whispered, even when no one was listening.
What he didn’t see was the way in which Billy was looking at the brunette, as if she held the answer to every prayer he had ever whispered.
(Y/N) sighed as she shover her Physics textbook inside of her locker, pulling out her Psychology one instead. She just couldn’t wait for the day to end. Her head throbbed and her legs felt week, and she only longed for the moment when she would throw herself on the bed without a care in the world.
“Hey,” she heard from beside her, and her eyes opened wide. She’d only heard that voice once, but she couldn’t say she liked it. And she definitely didn’t expect to hear it being directed at her.
“Hi,” she answered, closing her locker, textbook in hand.
Leaning against the locker next to her’s was Billy Hargrove, smirk on his lips.
“You’re Harrington’s kid sister, aren’t you?” She could see the charm. She just didn’t… feel it.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I’m (Y/N),” she introduced herself. “And I’m only one year younger.”
Billy licked his lower lip. “I’m Billy. Billy Hargrove.”
“I know,” she told him. Billy’s smirk didn’t waver, but something flicked in his eyes. “I know it was you who made my brother’s face resemble an abstract painting. What I don’t know is the reason of you being here, talking to me, despite what you did.”
Billy’s lips turned into a white, thin line.
“Is that all?” (Y/N) questioned, her tone flat.
Billy didn’t answer. And as she turned around and walked away, Billy couldn’t fight the feeling in his chest. He despised her brother, and he wasn’t her biggest fan, but there was something about the way she looked at him, talked to him, that draw him to her.
Damned Harrington kids.
Maybe it was the way her skirt hugged her hips. Or the way in which her hair bounced when she took a step. Maybe it was the smile on her face, or the look in her eyes.
Whatever it was, it drove him crazy. It made him drop his half-smoked cigarette to the floor, completely ignoring his sister’s calls, and spun him on his feet. Whatever it was, it was eating him alive.
And whatever it was, and maybe it was everything, made him walk right to her.
Billy Hargrove didn’t know what he was thinking when he softly grabbed her by her wrist.
(Y/N) Harrington turned around, swearing under her breath.
And that, and everything else, made him speak. “What are you doing tonight, Harrington? Fancy a movie?”
And it was the way in which her brows furrowed to signal she was thinking. The way she opened and closed her lips several times, not knowing what to answer.
“Screw you, Hargrove,” she spat, turning around walking off to her brother’s car, its engine roving.
And it was the way in which she didn’t even looked back that burned him alive. Because he was so hung up on (Y/N) Harrington, and oh how he would want for her to feel the same damn way.