(y/n) - your name

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"About fucking time!" Billy hissed out and (y/n) glares at him.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?"

"Just get in." (Y/n) sighs and jumps in, buckling up as Billy drove off. She turned to question him but frowns at the bloody nose he had.

"Again?"

"Harrington caught me off by surprise. Gotta say, the kid had a good right hook but the skinny fucker wasn't strong enough. Beat his scrawny little ass." Billy smirks out but falters as (y/n) narrowed her eyes at him. "He swung first! And I ought to teach the fucker not to mess with Billy Fucking Hargrove!"

"Why did he start the fight with you?" Billy sighs, still clutching his nose.

"He saw me dropping you off at school today. It's none of his fucking business so I don't know why he was pissed. Said something about staying away from you and that you weren't like the other skanks and sluts here. You were too good to be around me like I'm some sort of bad influence."

"I mean, to be honest Billy, you do fuck the girls one after the other. That's your whole shtick here, the king banging dumb dolls left and right. Steve was just being a protective friend."

"Protective friend bullshit. It's none of his fucking business."

"I get it. I know that he doesn't really know that we don't fuck around." Billy glances at (y/n) who sighs softly. "And I know that you like to keep this, only between us and I'm fine with that, but please don't fucking beat up my friends to a pulp. For fucks sake..." Billy raises a brow at (y/n) as she pinches the bridge of her nose, whispering the last sentence in annoyance.

The car ride went silent after that as Billy took them home until he chuckled lightly. "You think the girls I fuck are dumb dolls?" (Y/n) gave him a 'you fucking kidding me' look.

"Please, they got nothing in their heads except for air and cum I swear to god. Dumb fucks who think they're the top bitches of the school. Wait till they leave high school and face the real world, then they'll be royally fuck. And not in the good way." Billy laughs out at (y/n)'s angry grumbling, enjoying her rant about the bimbos at school which he agreed, were dumb and easy.

"I like this side of you. Feisty."

"Don't start with the flirting, god Billy. Just give it a rest for today." (Y/n) rolls her eyes, smiling lightly and Billy catches it again. It was a small but sweet smile. He brought them home, getting out of his car and inside (y/n)'s house as he heads straight up to her room. (Y/n) follows after him, flipping all the lights on and getting the aid kit stuff before walking over to Billy who sat on her bed. He removed the tissue and (y/n) quickly gets a damp cloth to try and stop the bleeding. "Jesus fucking Christ Billy..." he chuckles at her frantic state.

"This is nothing. Doesn't even hurt-" Billy hissed lightly when (y/n) prods the bridge of his nose after taking the cloth off when the bleeding stopped.

"It feels broken, is it broken?"

"It's fine." Billy shakes off her hand.

"Do you have any other bruising or wounds except the one around your eye?" Billy shakes his head. "Ok, you need to change out of your clothes. They have blood on them." Billy quickly took that as an invitation to take his jacket and shirt off while (y/n) went to grab something big enough for him to wear. When she came back with a hoodie, she shrieked as he was unbuckling his pants. "Pants on! Pants on! Leave them on!"

"Whatever you want princess." Billy smirks, enjoying the flushed hue on (y/n)'s cheeks as she avoided his eyes, passing him the hoodie.

"Go wash your face and your hair." (y/n)'s eyes follow Billy as he walks into her bathroom, landing on his back that flex as he splashed water on his face. God he was lean and fit, muscles proving how strong he was. "Fuck..."

Billy dries off his face, smelling something familiar and he looks in the shower to see (y/n)'s shampoo. "So that's where that floral scent is from..."

"Where's the cream...?" He hears (y/n) mumble out, sifting through the kit for the new cream she bought and Billy leans against the doorway after putting the hoodie on.

Smells like flowers...

He sighs breathlessly, especially from how warm the clothing was before walking towards (y/n), taking out the tube he was carrying with him. "Here." Both of them exclaim at the same time, looking at each other with a tube in their hands.

"You can keep that." (y/n) says, opening the new cream before leaning up on her toes and Billy smirks, straightening and leaning on his toes. "Come on man, don't do this right now." (y/n) huffs out, trying to push Billy down by his shoulders but he was clearly stronger than she was. He laughs lowly, pushing up high on his toes so (y/n) couldn't reach his eyes. "Billy!"

"I could pick you up." He smirks but (y/n) turns around. Thinking that she was mad, Billy quickly walks over to her but stops when she jumps on her bed to stand on it so she could reach his height.

"Don't move!" Billy chuckles, doing as she says and standing still for her as she applies the antiseptic cream before gently fanning it with her hand. He looks over her face, her glasses slowly falling, her biting on her bottom lip in concentration. Billy's eyes glance at her lips, stepping closer to her. "What are you doing-?" he quickly pushes her glasses back up, holding the middle and (y/n) crosses her eyes which causes Billy to smile before she blinks at him

(y/n) steps back, stumbling on her bed before jumping down and Billy looks around her bedroom once more to try and avoid looking at her so much. "You play baseball?"

"What?" (y/n) calls out from her bathroom, the door locked and Billy wanders around her room.

"You have a bat."

"Oh! Baseball! Forgot that's different from cricket... No I don't!" (y/n) yells back and Billy looks at the bat that lay between her bed and her bedside table that had a book sitting on it. "I have it there for protection! In case I need to wack someone in the head." Billy raises a brow at that.

"Why-?"

"-I mean, I live alone so it terrifies me. I have it there to reassure me." (y/n) says as she comes out dressed in track pants and a sweater, more comfortable now and out of the clothes she wore to school.

"You... live alone here?" Billy frowns, realising why it was so empty in the house. He didn't see anyone live in this house except for (y/n).

"Is that hoodie too small for you?" she dodges the question and Billy narrows his eyes at her.

"It's fine... do you have a boyfriend or something?" he scoffs but (y/n) shakes her head.

"No, I just like baggy clothes. I can hide everything..." she whispers lowly like she didn't want Billy to hear but he manages to catch it. "Also no, I don't have a boyfriend." Billy was surprised at that, why this kind girl didn't have a boyfriend.

(y/n) went to put the aid kit away and Billy continued exploring, looking at her shelf filled with books and journals and boxes. So many boxes. He took one off the shelf and opened it to see it filled with photographs. Photographs of 6 other girls, maybe her friends from back home, or of what looked like her, her mum and a boy, maybe a brother. Billy wondered why (y/n) was here, why her family wasn't here, and why she moved to Hawkins. She clearly wasn't happy here...

Billy put the box back, moving to her bed and opened up the drawer of her bedside table. There sat a single pen which was odd to him. He took it out and took off the cap to reveal a sharp tip, scribbling on his arm gently to see that there was no ink. "Just an empty pen-"

"-Give that to me." (y/n) quickly snatches the pen from Billy's hands, tucking it in her pocket and he looked at her.

"It's just a dead pen."

"Yeah, I forgot to put it in the bin." (y/n) mumbles out, moving to check that all her windows and doors were locked around the house as Billy followed her. He didn't believe her one fucking bit, glaring at the back of her head.

"Well, now you can chuck it."

"I will, later-"

"-just do it now. Get it over and done with-"

"-I said later!"

"You might forget later on-"

"-I won't!"

"(y/n), what the fuck is going on with you and this fucking pen!?"

"What are you so pressed about it too!? I said I will throw it away so I will!"

"There is something you're not telling me-"

"-and why the fuck would I tell you anyway!?" (y/n) hissed at Billy and he sneers at her, standing in front of each other in the living room.

"You're right. There's no fucking reason for us to tell each other anything. This..." Billy points to her and then himself. "is nothing. We're not fucking friends, whatever this is, is a fucking waste of time. I'm leaving."

"I'm not fucking stopping you." (y/n) snaps back, watching Billy leave her house as he slammed her front door and the darkness sets in around her. She goes to lock her front door, grabbing a bottle of vodka before heading up to her bathroom and locking herself in. She slumped down in her bathtub, taking out the pen from her pockets. The silence was killing her, she couldn't feel anything, couldn't feel any remote sense of warmth of a happy feeling.

She just wanted to feel something, to hurt.

She uncapped the pen and looked down at her arms which were riddled with long fading lines. She didn't press down hard enough... she would make sure to do that tonight, deserving the pain...