Not part of the plan

2: The annoyance, Billy Hargrove (part 2)

2: The annoyance,
Billy Hargrove (part 2)

Billy Hargrove's eyes shot open at the sound of his Father's voice.

"Billy!" Neil shouted from somewhere in the house, the kitchen maybe? "You better be up, boy. Max needs leave for school in twenty minutes!"

The blonde jumped out of bed, his blankets falling to the floor. Billy strode over to his closet and took a look inside. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes, tucked under a pile of shirts and placed the end between his teeth. After lighting it, the Californian grabbed a pair of light wash jeans, a red button-up shirt and his jean jacket.

A spray of cologne, a fix of his hair and a few puffs of his cigarette ha thin ready to go.

"Max!" He shouted. "Let's go!" The tall boy made his way out the door and straight to his beautiful, blue Camaro. It was his pride and joy and his escape from everything.

Max hopped in the passenger seat beside him, her skateboard sitting wheels up on her lap. She didn't say a thing the whole drive and hoped four as quickly as she could've when they arrived at Hawkins middle.

The California Barbie sat back in his seat. He was smoking as he had a few minutes to kill and going to school any earlier than necessary didn't appeal to him. Looking to his seat right, a paranoid-looking Steve Harrington let all his little munchkins out of his BMW. A smirk went to. Billy's lips and he slid out of his car as Steve was about to leave.

"Hey King Steve!" He called in a slightly taunting tone. Watching Steve get annoyed was amusing to him but at the same time it was the only way he could talk to the brunette. Ever since he'd moved here he'd been drawn to Steve fucking Harrington. Something about the boy was intriguing. Especially how he'd become a mom not only to the odd group but also his step-sister, Max.

"Hanging our with your besties?" Billy draws spur, referring to the group of losers.

Harrington turned around with an irritated expression. "What do you want, Billy?"

The use of his first name was new. Bored and not knowing what else to say he was stuck with a cliché.
"Aw, someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" He paused. "Do I annoy you Harrington? Can't handle the," with a pause and  change of his posture, making him stand taller he added, "competition?"

Steve rolled his eyes, clearly having no patience for Hargrove this morning. "Bye billy," Harrington mumbled, hopping into his car and driving off.

He ran a hand through his curls and wandered back to his car, driving off behind Steve a few minutes later.

His day went pretty normally up to his last period. The class he had with Stevie boy. Harrington was already seated when he walked in, he licked his upper lip and walked over, sitting beside the brunette.

"Hey, pretty boy." He choked and Steve looks over, and irritated look on his hands- face. On his face.

"Why are you sitting with me, Billy?" Steve questioned him in a bored tone. Billy's stomach fluttered at the use of his first name. That was new. It was weird, the two had always been Harrington and Hargrove or some nickname. He kind of liked being called 'Billy' by Steve. It sounded better when Steve said it.

"Oh Harrington." He stuck out his lower lip in a pout, raising a hand over his heart. "Don't any to sit with little old me?" He leaned back.

"Can't handle my superior status, my dashing good looks and my charisma?" He teased, raising a brow at Steve. The blonde batted his eyelashes at Steve teasingly.

"Good one. Charisma and you? Have you ever considered a career in comedy?" He watched as Harrington lazily leaned back in his seat, something about him seemed effortless. Billy's eyes lingered, Steve had something that made him want to keep staring. He shook the thought from his mind, a smirk forming.

"Harrington," Billy said, ready to see if he could make Steve flustered. Hold on. Why the fuck was he thinking about making Steve The Hair Harrington flustered? "You didn't deny my dashing good looks." 

Steve's eyes turned to him and Billy winked, enjoying Steve's expression shift as he leaned to his ear. 

"Can't resist me, Harrington?"

He was shoved backward, an undetectable emotion on Steve's face as he avoided eye contact and started to work.

"Shut up, asshole."

The Blonde Barbie listened and worked, not saying much. Steve actually seemed pretty concentrated on his work, it was catching Billy's eye. The few pieces of hair dangling in front of the brunette's face, the way he chewed his lip if he was uncertain, and the small smile that appeared when things worked. The thing that made Billy stare was shining full force and he prayed nobody- especially Steve- noticed.

At practice later, Billy did not go easy on Steve. He played well, like he usually did. His hair was a but messy and he was sweating by the end of practice, his shirtless torso glistening. Picking up his water bottle and taking a sip, he walked to the showers. Harrington was already there, steam surrounding him. Billy's breath hitched as he looked at him. Shit. Harrington totally caught on. 

The California Teen acted normal and avoided Steve until they all left. He was walking to his car when he realized, why should he pick up Max when Steve can do it?

"Harrington." He called. "Get max while you're at it. I have shit to do." Harrington nodded and just drove off, leaving Billy alone.

He needed to stop thinking about Steve Fucking Harrington. 

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Please ignore the fact that this is complete shit and ignore any errors. I kind of rushed it because it took me forever to update. I'm already starting the next chapter, thanks for reading :) <3

-B