Questioning//BILLIE EILISH

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"Dez!" Billie says, waving her hand in front of my face.

I blink out of my trance and look at her in confusion, "Sorry, what?"

Billie giggles, "What's going on up there, hm?" She gestures to my head.

I blush at her tone of voice and cower, covering my face with my hair.

She laughs again, "Come on now, silly, the bell rang."

I grin and take Billie's hand as she helps me out of my seat.

"Mrs. Brown?" I hear from the door, "Can I get an extension on the project? I uhh haven't done it yet."

Billie and I turn around and I see who's speaking.

"I'm sorry, Brad. You're going to have to turn in the project tomorrow, or get late credit for it next week: a 25% grade reduction."

He lets out a groan before catching my eye and smirking. He just stands and stares at me, raking his eyes up and down my body until Billie grabs my elbow and escorts me out of the room.

"Why would you ever go out with that guy," she whispers, almost to herself, after we're safely clear of Brad's gaze.

"I don't know," I say genuinely, "I thought I was supposed to like him."

Billie begins to speak, but gets cut off by none other than Brad, speaking in a nasty seductive voice, "Dez, I'll give you an extra treat Saturday night if you do the project for me." He moves closer to me as Billie wraps her arm tighter around my waist.

However protective the action, and how safe it made me feel, Brad noticed.

"Who's this?" He looks as Billie, "I don't even know your name your so quiet and now your cozy with the sexiest girl in school?"

I cringe at his description of me and look at the gorgeous girl, still clinging tightly to me, but more out of fear than protection this time.

"I- uhhh," she stutters.

I pull Billie's arm off of me and stand in front of her, "She's my friend because she's nice to me and doesn't constantly talk about dick! I'm not doing your project for you, or going out with you, so you can leave."

He scoffs and walks down the hall to his friends. I feel a shy arm snake around my waist and jump slightly.

It pauses all movements, "Oops, sorry. It's just me, Sweetheart."

I melt at Billie's soft words, but find my body shaking too much to move, "You- you think he'll do something bad? M-maybe he took the dick comment the wrong way-" I ask, fear laced in my voice.

Billie's arm finishes wrapping around me and she turns me around to look at her, "To do anything, he'd have to admit he got rejected," she chuckles, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

I calm slightly at her words, realizing how big and fragile Brad's ego really is.

Her eyes linger on my lips and my gaze watches hers as she slowly moves up my features to look into my eyes. We share a moment together, eyes maintaining contact as I scan the various shades of blue staring back at me.