still friends?

sixteen

Skylar and I stared at Dallas in disgust, as he sent boy toy flirty looks. Basically eye-fucking him in the middle of class.

"Dallas," I snapped my fingers to gain his attention back.

"What?" He asked in annoyance.

"Can you fucking concentrate? I'm done watching you eye-fuck boy toy over there."

"He has a name," Dallas rolled his eyes.

"Okay, so what is it?" Sky asked as she flipped through the textbook.

"It's Kaden," he said plainly, stealing another glance at him.

"Are you more than just fuck buddies? Because this is getting out of hand," Skylar laughed.

"So, what are we supposed to be doing?" Dallas asked, attempting to change the subject

"Hang on, now I wanna know," I said curiously.

"Okay like.." he smirked, changing his voice to a whisper, "Maybe, just maybe we like each other a bit."

"Oh my fucking god, are you going to finally have a boyfriend?" Skylar joked sarcastically.

"Says you," Dallas shot back at her.

I watched her face change into a look of sadness but Dallas was too caught up in his own lust fest to realize.

"Hey, I promise you'll find someone soon," I smiled at her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah," she nodded, "Okay, back to studying winged eyeliner for different eye shapes."

"That's what we're doing?" Dallas asked.

"Yes, maybe you should go study with boy toy," I smirked in a teasing tone.

"Kaden," he groaned, "His name is Kaden."

"I like boy toy better," I shrugged.

"Maybe I will go study with him," Dallas rolled his eyes.

"Do it!" Skylar exclaimed.

"No, I'm actually way too shy." He hid his face behind his hands.

"Oh please, he's seen you naked."

"That's different!"

-

I walked into Billie's room throwing my bag on the floor before flopping onto her bed.

"How was class?" Billie asked as she was scrolling through her phone.

"Dallas' boy toy has a name," I shrugged.

"Oh? They getting serious?"

"I don't know."

Are we getting serious?

What does serious even mean anymore?

"What's new with you?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Might have a short tour coming up in a few months," she sighed.

"Why'd you say that like its a bad thing?"

She turned on her side so she could look at me properly, "Because I don't want to leave you."

"When is it?"

"Probably in September, I wish you could come."

"Why couldn't I? It's literally only March, we have lots of time to plan."

"You have school dumbass," she laughed.

"Billie, I graduate in two months," I chuckled.

"Wait, really? This is your last year?" She asked in shock.

"Yes, then I have to figure out how to get my name out in the makeup industry," I frowned.

"You'll do great, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Miss. Eilish."

"When have I ever made you a promise that I didn't keep?" She raised a brow.

"Well when we were twelve," I started but Billie cut me off, pushing me onto the bed.

"Hey, that was mean," I frowned.

"Anything under the age of sixteen doesn't count," she stated.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm," Billie hummed, pulling me onto her lap so I was straddling her.

"So would you come on tour with me?" She smiled.

"Is that even a question?"

"Guess not," She whispered before slowly pressing her soft lips onto mine.

Goosebumps travelled through my veins and she licked my bottom lip. The kiss instantly becoming heated, our tongues battling desperately. The memorizing feeling of her warm tongue brushing up against mine made my heart pound out of my chest. I pushed Billies back onto the bed so I was above her. Her hands travelled to my waist and down to my ass. All you could hear was our heavy breathing and the sound of our lips moving against each other. My hips involuntarily started thrusting into hers, trying to get some sort of satisfaction as my core started to throb.

I pulled away, both of us catching our breath. I knew I needed to stop now, I'm not ready to go all the way yet. Once that happens, things could get real messy. They're probably already messy enough.

"Why'd you stop?" Billie whispered, her chest rising and falling. She moved her hands to the top of my thighs.

"I'm not ready yet," I muttered, our foreheads pressed together.

"That's okay," she breathed out, pecking my lips again, "You're so hot," she smirked.

A cheesy grin displayed on my face as I rolled off of her hips.

She gets me so worked up, so damn fast.

A/N: One of my biggest weaknesses in writing is the timeline so I'm trying to work really hard on that for this book.

Sorry for this short ass chapter.