JESUS FUCK, INDIANA. WHO LISTENS TO THEIR RECORDS THAT LOUD?

☆︎ JULY, 1995 ☆︎

Indiana's first month in Woodsboro flew by as quick as she did when on her skateboard and running late for a shift at Cricket's. The girl was settling in better than she thought she would in a town so small — especially now that her parents weren't around to take care of her and Virginia anymore. But Indiana was thriving, as far as she was concerned. She had friends, a job, and was in the best band in Woodsboro.

Okay, they were the only band in Woodsboro, and no one aside from Virginia had actually heard them play. But Indiana wasn't bothered by that, as they'd only been fully formed and rehearsing for three weeks out of the garage in the Winger house. They sounded amazing, and it was fun to see what kinds of twists they could put on already amazing songs that they covered.

So, all in all, Indiana wasn't hating the small-town life like she thought she would. Though she was counting down the days until summer ended and August arrived, bringing the start of school with it. Indiana wanted to meet more people, she wanted those people to know her name and ask her about music and get to know the others girls that she'd be playing basketball with once the season started. She wanted faces to pair with the names she heard in stories from Sophia, Jackson, and Isaiah.

Until then, she at least had her routine. She'd wake up to have breakfast with Virginia before the older girl would rush off to the hospital. Then she'd either wait for the others to arrive for rehearsal in the garage or she'd go to Cricket's. And if she wasn't doing any of that, Jackson was showing her around town — admittedly, it only took about two full days to show her everything Woodsboro had to offer.

Given that less-than-complex routine, you'd think that'd mean she wasn't running late for work every other day. She almost always made it, of course, but not without breaking a sweat. And the first Tuesday in July was no exception as she quite literally rolled in through the door, one foot still on her sticker-covered skateboard as she came to a hasty stop before she could run right into the counter.

"Made it!" Indiana said, looking at Sophia behind the register.

Her friend had an unimpressed look on her face as she counted out her tips for the shift. "But late."

"By six minutes!"

"Yeah, six minutes my ass will never get back," Sophia told her flatly.

"I'll make it up to you," Indiana promised with a grin. "I'll let you put that gross pineapple on the pizza tomorrow night."

Sophia's fake annoyance faced. "Deal. I'll catch you when you're off work. I already clocked you in," she told her while pocketing her tip money. "Zay should be by soon. Called in a pickup order."

"Perfect, because I was late because I had a riff stuck in my head that I think would actually sound better on a keyboard," she explained. "Seriously, thanks for clocking me in, though. I won't be late again."

"You're just lucky I didn't have to stay longer and deal with dumb and dumber, and dumber's bitch at table seven," she grumbled. "Got their drinks already, but they said they'd need a minute to order. Which, like, who needs a minute? The menu hasn't changed for nineteen years."

Indiana didn't bother to glance at the table, assuming it was yet another group of customers that Sophia hated. The youngest Martin sibling held a grudge against basically anyone at Woodsboro High that was considered popular or perfect — her brother was the only exception.

As Sophia left for the day, Indiana quickly stored her skateboard in the break room and washed her hands before going back out and seeking out the tables that needed attention. It was quite slow at the moment, with only an older man having coffee at the counter and three teenagers in the corner booth by the window.

Indiana was surprised to recognize one of the customers. Her neighbor, Billy, was sitting across from a tall, lanky boy who threw his arm around a blonde girl's shoulder. However, she instantly nudged his arm back off and kept looking at the menu.

Billy hated Casey Becker, the girl that Stu just started dating. Sure, she was hot and a cheerleader, but that's all she had going for her. She was always dragging Stu places he didn't want to go and bossing him around. She'd also invited herself when she found out Stu was meeting Billy for a late lunch after football practice. And when Casey sent the waitress away before the starving boy could order his burger, he was resisting the urge to childishly kick her shins under the table.

So, sue him for being grumpy. He'd been at football practice all morning, was tired, and hungry. And what idiot didn't already know what they wanted from Cricket's? It wasn't like the menu was ever going to change.

When the waitress did finally return, it wasn't the girl he'd seen every now and then with the marching band at his football games. No, it was Indiana from the house next to his.

With how little he was home, he'd hardly seen the girl since she moved in other than a few glimpses of her through her window. Most of the time, he got in so late that she was already sprawled on her bed with a million stuffed animals surrounding her. Billy supposed he'd see her a lot more often once school started back up and he wasn't so free to go wherever he wanted.

"Hey, Sophia's shift ended, so I'll be taking care of you," Indiana said while walking up and flipping open her order book. She smiled down at the three of them brightly, studying each of their faces. If they were classmates, she wanted to be familiar with them. "What can I get started for ya?"

"Uh, let me get a double cheeseburger with everything on it. And throw some fries on the bun too," the taller boy ordered, finally looking up at her. "I don't think I've seen you in here before. You fresh meat?"

"Yeah, moved here last month."

"Cool. I'm Stu. This is my man Billy," he said, nodding across the table.

Rather than let him know she already knew Billy, she opted to just introduce herself. "Nice to meet you, Stu with the immaculate burger taste. I'm Indiana."

"What kind of name is Indiana?" the blonde next to him asked. Her tone wasn't rude, but the look in her eyes and the way the corner of her lips turned up led Indiana to believe she wanted to make fun of it.

"Mine," Indiana said flatly, raising an eyebrow.

The two boys glanced back and forth between the girls, seeing how Indiana's hazel eyes narrowed the slightest bit and hearing the annoyed 'humph' that Casey let out, displeased that her comment didn't fly right over the new girl's head.

"Well, I'm Casey Becker," she finally said.

The words 'I didn't ask' were sitting on the tip of Indiana's tongue, but she held it in since she was at work. And maybe Casey wasn't so bad — or maybe her neighbor had horrible taste in friends. "What can I get for you, Casey Becker?"

"I guess I'll have the BLT and side salad," she ordered, forcing a smile. "And welcome to Woodsboro."

"Thanks," she said, matching her fake smile while writing the order down. Then she looked at Billy. "And you?"

"Same thing Stu had with extra bacon but keep the fries on the plate," he requested while sliding her his plastic-covered menu.

"Where's your sense of adventure, Billy Boy?" Stu asked with a disappointed shake of his head. Billy just rolled his eyes playfully.

"Alright, two burgers and a BLT," Indiana recited. "Shouldn't be too long before it's out since we aren't crowded."

As she finished speaking, the bell over the door rang and Isaiah rushed in, his cheeks a little red from the wind hitting him as he rode his bike here. He even still had his blue helmet on, hiding away his curly hair. Indiana began to raise her hand and wave at him, but the sound of Casey snickering caught her attention.

"God, what a dork," she said under her breath. Indiana cut her eyes to her, and the blonde didn't seem to notice how her expression darkened. "FYI, new girl, that kid comes from a freak family. I'd stay away from him. Talk about social suicide, right babe?"

Stu crinkled his nose, not looking as if he completely agreed with her even if he wasn't friends with the younger boy. "I don't know. I mean, we do hang out with Randy."

"Yeah, Meek Geek isn't much better," Billy said, laughing a little. "Besides, it's his mom that's the psycho, not him."

"Still," Casey said, swirling her straw in her glass of soda. "He's a fucking loser. You'll see when school starts."

"Right, good to know," Indiana said tensely. Then she spun on her heel and walked toward the order window behind the counter, where Isaiah was waiting. She made a point to raise her voice loud enough for those at the table behind her to hear. "Hey, Zay, your food's almost done. You still coming over for pizza tomorrow?"

A faint 'yikes' left Stu's lips, all of them realizing the new girl was already friendly with the boy Casey had been discussing. It wasn't the best way to make a good first impression — well, second impression on Billy's part. At least the boys hadn't been shitting on Isaiah.

The younger boy at the counter grinned at Indiana, clueless to how Casey was talking about him moments before. "Of course. Jax and Soph are gonna pick me up on the way to yours."

"Great," Indiana said while clipping the order in the window before turning to him. "Heads up — we have to get pineapple because I was late to work today."

"Gross," the boy mumbled, disliking how the Martin siblings ate their pizza just as much as Indiana.

As they kept talking, they moved to the register where Indiana rang up his to-go order. And when Isaiah dropped a five-dollar bill in the tip jar decorated with glitter glue, she grinned brightly at him.

"Thanks. Also, when you come over, I've got something I want you to try on your keyboard. It'll sound great," she told him.

"Starnes!" Joel, the cook, called out while setting two paper bags of food in the window, which Indiana grabbed.

"Plain burger, grilled cheese, chicken fingers, and three orders of onion rings," she listed off while sliding the bags to him. Had his family ordered any more food, he wouldn't be able to fit it all in the basket on the front of his bike.

"See you later, Indy!" he called while backing out of the door, the bags in hand.

With Isaiah gone and with no interest in going over to the table her neighbor was occupying, Indiana topped off the old man's coffee before sliding to sit on the counter, waiting for the food to come out. She tapped her foot methodically against the side of the counter to the beat of the Green Day song that was playing, unable to believe how bored she was with another four hours left in her shift.

A cure in the form of a very tall boy named Stu approached, his curious eyes glued to Indiana as he did, leaving behind Billy at the table with Casey — coincidentally, both would rather gouge their eyes out with a spoon than have a meaningful conversation with the person across the table from them. Indiana didn't bother to slide off the counter as Stu stood in front of her, leaning his hip against the countertop.

"Hey, can I, uh, add a chocolate shake to the order?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow. "Whipped cream on the bottom of the glass."

"Fries on the bun. Whipped cream on the bottom. How creative," Indiana muttered with a hardly-there smile. Then she slid to her feet and over to the ice cream machine.

Rather than go back to his table, Stu moved down the counter so that he was still close to her, watching as she filled a metal cup with chocolate ice cream and milk. "Hey, sorry about that back there. Case is a real bitch sometimes."

Indiana couldn't help but snort while mixing up the contents of the milkshake. "You said it, not me. Of course, I would've if I didn't need this job," she admitted.

As she finished mixing it and set a clean glass down, Stu leaned on the counter, looking up at her with a crooked smile. "Indiana's a really fucking cool name."

She smiled at the compliment while filling the bottom of the glass with whipped cream. "Thanks," she said simply while pouring the rest of the milkshake in. "So, are you the friend of Billy's that plays basketball?"

Stu raised a surprised eyebrow as Indiana slid the milkshake to him along with a straw. "You've already met Billy?"

"Moved into the house next to his. Only spoke for about five minutes, but I'll be trying out for the girl's team once school gets started," she explained. "Maybe we could play some time. You may be a giant, but I bet I could handle myself well enough against you."

"Are you challenging me?" he asked mockingly, leaning a little closer. "Fair warning — I'll kick your ass. I don't go easy on cute girls."

Maybe Indiana blushed, but she didn't react in any other way other than raising an eyebrow. "Good. Cause I plan to be so ruthless that tears are falling from those pretty blue eyes of yours."

"Awe," he cooed, batting those eyes. "You think they're pretty?"

She hummed and cut her eyes to the occupied booth where two sets of curious eyes were on them. "Hmm, probably not as pretty as Casey finds them," Indiana said teasingly before leaning back, putting distance between them. "Your food will be out soon. You should probably go wait at the table lest your girlfriend decide you're a 'fucking loser' by association."

Stu cringed a bit, knowing Casey had pretty much made the shittiest first impression possible, and Indiana wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon. And because of that, she'd be associating him and Billy with that impression as well.

"Hope I see you around some more before school starts back," he told her while taking a few steps with his milkshake in hand.

"Well, I'll be right—" Indiana slid back up onto the counter while speaking. "—here most days if you get desperate for my company."

Stu smiled before heading back to his table, ignoring the annoyed look on Casey's face. Instead, he chose to look at Billy, raising his eyebrow questioningly. Later, when his new girlfriend wasn't by his side, he'd be grilling the boy on why the hell he hadn't told him about the gorgeous babe that was now right next door to him — Stu certainly would've pressed for them to hang out at Billy's house rather than his like they'd been doing the last few weeks.

☆︎

The second week of July was like Christmas to the boys on the Woodsboro High varsity football team. Because up until then, they'd had hours of football practice and conditioning, getting the new team ready for the season. But halfway through July, they were finally given a break, a chance to enjoy the rest of their summer. Their practice schedule would be cut in half until school started back.

To celebrate, once that Friday's practice was over, most of the team piled into everyone's cars and drove to the Loomis house — most everyone else had parents or siblings at home that none of the teammates wanted to deal with. Ashton Bluth got a bunch of burgers and hot dogs, which they planned to grill in Billy's backyard for lunch. Despite not being on the team, Stu was still in Billy's pickup truck, the bed of it full with five burly football players and a cooler full of beer that Stu's father wouldn't notice was gone. A couple of girlfriends and members of the cheerleading team would be there too, turning it into a small party.

It was loud as several cars full of rowdy boys drove through the neighborhood — but not as loud as the music, which they all heard as they pulled up to Billy's house. Even those with their windows rolled up could hear someone playing music incredibly loud. They'd come from the opposite direction, but everyone could tell what house it was coming from.

"Jesus fuck, Indiana," Billy muttered while climbing out of his truck. "Who listens to their records that loud?"

Stu pulled a face while concentrating on the familiar song being played. The opening notes of Sweet Child O' Mine was being played exceptionally well, but he listened to Guns N' Roses often enough to know that wasn't coming from the album being played. "Dude," he said, also getting out, "someone's playing that."

"Yo!" one of the football players, Michael, called. He'd moved toward the house next to Billy's and looked into the open garage. "Check them out!"

Billy and Stu were at the front of the group as they all moved so that the entrance to the garage was in sight. There weren't any cars parked inside though. No, the space was set up with a small fridge, the green couch that Billy's seen in the Winger's living room that first day he met them, and some other random items.

In the very center was the source of the music. Sophia Martin sat behind a drum set, Isaiah Starnes was playing on a keyboard, Jackson Martin had a bass guitar in hand, and Indiana Winger was absolutely killing it on a canary yellow electric guitar with a handful of stickers placed randomly on it. Both Indiana and Jackson were singing, taking turns at different parts, and joining in together at times.

The group didn't look like a bunch of rockstars in the making, but they sure sounded like it. Sure, the song didn't sound quite as full without a rhythm guitarist, but Jackson was good at warping the sound of his notes, meaning their cover was still amazing.

Isaiah was the first to notice the crowd they'd drawn, and because Indiana was looking in his direction, she noticed how nervousness crept up on his face. She quickly turned her head toward the entrance of the garage and was surprised to see at least twenty people crowded in her driveway, many nodding their heads to the beat of the song while others were craning their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of the band.

She couldn't help but grin excitedly at having an audience, not bothered as Isaiah was. After all, The Woodsboro Killers were good — she was good. The group must have been on the way to Billy's house and overheard them practicing, curious to see who they were. And the way that Stu was goofily dancing around and cheering only excited her more thrilled as the song went on.

Billy's eyes were fixed solely on Indiana, who seemed to only thrive under his gaze. The second chorus ended, and the girl stepped forward, making it look effortless as she played the complex guitar solo. He slowly scanned her form, watching how her body moved in a tiny pair of denim shorts that were barely showing underneath a large jersey that hung over her shoulders. When he recognized it as the one given to players on the boys' basketball team, his eyes slid to Jackson for a moment, knowing he was the owner of it from the number '15' printed on the front. Billy couldn't help how his eyes narrowed at the boy, unsure of why he found the thought of Indiana in a boy's clothes so irksome all of the sudden. He hardly even knew the girl.

"Fucking go, Indy!" Jackson shouted, just as excited to watch her play as those standing in the opening of the garage.

Indiana grinned excitedly while finishing her part up, backing toward the cheap-looking microphones they managed to set up. Together, as the song went back to normal and the other members joined back in, Indiana and Jackson began singing the 'Where do we go?'s of the bridge.

It wasn't long before the final notes were being played and the song came to an end. Indiana and the rest of the band couldn't help but grin and laugh excitedly when their unexpected visitors actually clapped, some letting out 'whoops' and whistles. It was the first time someone who wasn't Virginia heard them all play.

"Dudes, that was sick!" Stu said. "You gotta play something else!"

"Yeah, Richie and Ethan, drag the grill out here," Ashton ordered, deciding to move their plans for lunch to the Winger driveway.

"Ashton," a girl with strawberry blonde hair spoke up. She was standing with a few of the cheerleaders. "You can't just invite yourself to someone else's property."

"C'mon, Tatum," he said, rolling his eyes. "This shit town finally has something not completely lame! I'm sure Jackson is fine with it."

"It's not Jackson's house, dipshit," she said pointedly.

"You guys can hang out here," Indiana spoke up while fiddling with the tuning pegs a little.

Admittedly, Indiana expected Sophia to hiss out her name and express her displeasure over it. After all, the girl hated nearly everyone standing outside the garage. But her dark eyes were subtly focused on Tatum, which went unnoticed by all the others.

Instead, it was Isaiah who managed to protest a little. Well, it was more of a whine than actual protest. He could spot at least seven boys that'd shoved him in lockers in the past.

"Indy, I don't know if we're really ready," he mumbled, keeping his voice low enough so that the visitors couldn't hear.

"Zay, that was literally perfect," she told him with a soft smile. "C'mon, we can do Heartbreaker. You love Pat Benatar."

After a moment, Isaiah gave in with a sigh, keeping his eyes off the football players. It was Jackson who spoke up, moving to lean against Indiana's side as he spoke. "You can stay for the low admission price of one of those burgers."

"You got it, Martin," Ashton promised him. Then he grinned. "Now make with the music."

And that was how the first unofficial concert for The Woodsboro Killers began. They'd play a few songs, stop to eat a burger and chat with the football players, then play a few more. It was a good thing they'd been covering such a broad range of bands — they did some Queen, some Ramones, a little Styx, and Fleetwood Mac.

Indiana was excited to meet more people from the town, knowing she'd be seeing them at school. She was the kind of person that craved other people and their presence. Being in the band surrounded her with just that, as she hoped for.

It was also the first time Sophia and Isaiah had been treated decently by a lot of them, suddenly elevated to the status of 'cool' now that they were playing music while not wearing marching band uniforms. They were just curious to see if the tolerable behavior would continue once they were all walking the halls of Woodsboro High again come August.

"So, where'd you learn to play like that?" Sebastian, a linebacker, was asking Indiana, leaning against the side of the house as he did. His girlfriend, Allison, was hanging on his arm, sipping on a Diet Coke that came from the fridge in Indiana's house.

"My dad taught me," she explained. "Then when I got better than him, I started teaching myself."

"That's so cool," Allison said. "Ya know, I've got a little brother who talks all the time about learning to play. Maybe, if you've got the free time, we could hire you as a teacher?"

"Yeah, that sounds awesome!" Indiana replied. "Always down to spread a love for music."

While Allison was explaining that her parents probably wouldn't call to arrange anything until after school started because her brother was staying with their grandmother in Texas for a month, they were joined by Ashton. He'd also gathered up Jackson, Sophia, and Isaiah.

"I've been told you're the front man, Winger," Ashton said, looking to Jackson for clarification. It wasn't official, of course, and she shared vocals with Jackson, but the three California natives considered her as the lead member, as The Woodsboro Killers wouldn't exist without her arrival.

"I guess so," Indiana said, smiling while Allison and Sebastian walked off. "What up?"

"Look, I throw the biggest back-to-school party each year, and before that, all my older brothers threw the party," he explained. "What do you say to you guys playing that night? It's the Sunday before classes start. It pays."

"You wanna book us?" Isaiah couldn't help but ask with an excited smile.

"Of course. You guys killed it, and this was just in a garage. We've got this huge patio that can hold all your instruments," Ashton told them, seemingly forgetting about how he'd shoved Isaiah in a locker just a few months ago. "Can I request songs for you guys to play?"

"Totally. If we don't know 'em, we'll learn 'em," Jackson assured him.

"But what's it pay?" Sophia asked, twirling a drumstick in between her fingers while staring Ashton down. She knew how long the back-to-school party typically lasted, and it was a long time to perform when they never had before.

Ashton scratched under his jaw for a moment where the beginnings of a patchy beard were growing in, thinking it over. "Uh, how does two hundred sound?"

Considering they'd never made a dime off of music, all four of them were ready to open their mouths and accept — hell, they'd have agreed to split one hundred four ways and just be happy about the exposure. But before Indiana could shake on it, a somewhat familiar, lanky boy swooped in.

"C'mon, Ash," Stu said, throwing his arm over Ashton's shoulder. Billy came up beside them, his hands in his pockets. "Two hundred dollars? You live in a three-story McMansion. You're just embarrassing your parents with that offer."

"Yeah, the party's gonna fucking blow if you don't have live music," Billy added, shooting Ashton a teasing look.

"You're right. You're right," Ashton said, chuckling. Then he looked back at Indiana. "Four hundred for the whole night? That sound better?"

"Much better," Indiana said with a smirk.

"Awesome. I'll get you a list of songs for the set in the next day or two," he told her before jogging off to meet with his team members. He needed them to spread the news so that it'd be the best party yet.

With Ashton gone, the four band members shared excited looks. "Four hundred? Hell, yeah!" Jackson said while hitting Isaiah's arm excitedly.

"Good," Sophia said. "It'll set the bar for anyone else wanting to hire us."

While they celebrated, Indiana stepped closer to the two responsible. Stu was grinning down at her while Billy had a more subtle smile. "You, Stu I-Don't-Know-Your-Last-Name and Billy Loomis, are little angels with wings made of money."

"Billy said you're saving up for a car — it's the least we could do," Stu said, shrugging.

Indiana looked at the other boy, surprised he bothered to think about her transportation situation. Between helping Virginia with bills and groceries — being a nurse didn't pay well — it was going to be a long time before Indiana could afford her own vehicle. "Well, I really appreciate it. Seriously," she told Billy.

"It was nothing. And it was fun to milk money out of Bluth," Billy said with a smirk. "So, my neighbor is a rockstar?"

"Not a rockstar," she said, grinning. "Yet, at least. I'll wear cooler outfits than Jackson's jersey when I'm a rockstar."

Billy's eyes fell on the shirt again before glancing at Jackson, who was saying something to annoy his sister. "So, is Martin your little boyfriend already?" Billy asked, managing to use a teasing tone as he did so even if he didn't want to.

"God, no," Indiana said, scoffing. "He's a total babe, but if we're being honest, he's too much like me. I think we'd kill each other if we dated. Plus, the band members that are dating thing never works out."

"No, but it makes for some bitchin' gossip articles in Rolling Stone," Stu told her. "And, like, I know everyone here has already said it, but you guys are killer."

Indiana couldn't help but giggle. "Hence the name. And glad you liked it. You can come watch practice any time."

"Oh, you won't be able to get rid of him now," Billy said, rolling his eyes jokingly. "An open invitation to him is the same as feeding a stray cat. He'll keep coming around now."

"Well, good," she beamed. "And you can come too, Billy. I definitely want to get to know you guys better before school starts back."

"Hey, Indy!" Isaiah shouted from over by the grill. He had two plates of food in hand. "I grabbed a dog for you!"

"Thanks, Zay," she called back, turning on her heel to join him. Before leaving them behind, she smiled brightly over her shoulder at Billy and Stu. "See ya later."

"Dude," Stu said, watching her go. "She's, like, the coolest chick I've ever met."

"Tell that to your girlfriend," Billy replied with a snort.

"Yeah, and while I'm at it, I'll tell yours how you're staring at the new girl's ass," he shot back with a mocking grin. Billy huffed and glared at his best friend, who only laughed and threw his arm over his shoulder. "Lighten up, Billy Boy. It's a great ass."

☆︎

Indiana shouldn't have been looking through his window. It was just a glance out her sheer curtains at first, hearing a dog barking outside and wanting to see it. But then she got a clear view of Billy Loomis' bedroom.

The boy's shirtless back was facing her as he tossed a cheap rubber basketball at the hoop stuck to his bedroom door — he wasn't very good, and she hoped he was better at football. Granted, Indiana wasn't really focusing on his technique. She was watching how the muscles of his toned back moved, covered with smooth, tanned skin. She'd known he was handsome and now also knew he had a body to match the perfect face.

Had she really been living right across from the view for a month without noticing? Granted, he was never home for her to notice.

"Stop being a creep, Indy," the girl muttered to herself. She then turned away and shook her head as if that'd get the image of Billy's sweatpants hanging low on his hips out of her head. "He probably has a girlfriend."

Billy did have a girlfriend. One he really liked making out with. But Sidney Prescott had been away at some theater camp for the last half of their summer. Which was the half of the summer when Billy was the most free, unfortunately. So, his girlfriend wasn't there — physically or at the forefront of his mind as he glanced into Indiana's room mere minutes after she'd been doing the same to him.

Her bedroom was only illuminated by a neon lamp that cast a pink glow over everything. Indiana was facing away from him, rifling through her dresser. Billy knew he should've looked away when she moved to take off her shirt, but she was finally taking off Jackson's fucking jersey that'd been annoying him since lunchtime.

Besides, it wasn't like Billy could see anything other than her back as she reached up and unclipped her bra, throwing the garment to the side with the jersey. Even still, Billy swallowed thickly, watching how her body moved as she threw on a ratty t-shirt to sleep in.

When Indiana began to turn, Billy quickly moved out of sight of his window, feeling like a creep for watching her change. It didn't help that when he moved, he moved closer to his desk, where a framed picture of Sidney was sitting.

"Oh, fuck me," he muttered, falling face-first onto his mattress, not bothering to turn the light off.

Billy couldn't wait for the summer to end and for Sidney to get back. He knew that whatever attraction he was feeling toward the new girl would vanish once his girlfriend returned. It had to, because he wouldn't know how to handle himself if not.