lover boy

six

I stand at my locker, grabbing my books for history and english. My head is pounding, due to my hunger for nicotine. Steve's been helping me quit, it's only been two days and I'm already at my breaking point. I'm ripped out of my thoughts when I feel a hand on my side. I turn my head and am met with beautiful blue eyes. Billy runs a hand through his blonde mullet.

"Hey." He says, almost breathless. I notice the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Did you just run a mile?" I laugh, closing my locker and facing my body towards him.

He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, "Sorry, I just came back from gym."

Billy takes a tiny step forward, making my back press against the lockers. "You didn't shower?" I raise my eyebrow, I can tell by his body language that he's getting nervous.

The Billy Hargrove is getting nervous? What a rare and unusual sight.

"Oh, well I usually do, but I wanted to talk to you?"

"About?"

"What?"

I let out a laugh, "What do you wanna talk to me about, Hargrove?"

He looks at me for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth, "Why don't you ever show up to science?"

I don't recall Billy and I having science together. I went the first day, but I feel like Billy's presence would have been known. Also, this side of Billy is weirding me out, and by the looks of everyone else around us, I can tell it's weirding them out too. We're all used to the cocky womanizer, but this Billy is so different.

"We have science together?" I furrow my eyebrows.

He chuckles, "And english."

I shake my head, "No, we don't."

I think about the my english class. I think about where everyone sits, and I don't see Billy.

"What goes on in that mind of yours where you don't even know the people you go to school with?" He shakes his head, as he places his hand by my head on the locker next to mine shifting his weight to lean on it.

When I try to recall the students in those classes, I do know that someone sits in the back corner. Conveniently, I don't know who.

"Are you going to answer my question?" He asks, leaning closer. Billy's voice takes me out of my thoughts.

"About science?"

He nods his head 'yes' in response.

"Simple, it's boring and I'm not good at it." I shrug. I hear the sprint bell ring, signaling that apparently Billy and I have three minutes left to get to english.

He laughs lightly, following me as I leave. "So...you just don't go?"

I laugh and roll my eyes, "Oh please, are you trying to tell me that the Billy Hargrove hasn't skipped class before?"

He shakes his head, I can see he's getting frustrated. "What is up with you and assuming things about me?"

I think back to when I assumed he was a douche. I'm not going to lie, I believe he's pulling this 'good guy' ploy to get what he wants: A nice fuck, and to piss off Steve.