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dailydoseofdacre · 7 years

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Teenage Dirtbag

(iii.)

request: angst with make up at the end also going along with “Hey there! You’re probably drowning in these already but could I request a Billy Hargrove imagine where the reader is super nice and they become like this couple that’s “sweet enough to rot your teeth out or mean enough to knock your teeth out”? Xo”

A/N: trying my hardest to fulfill each request and post these daily (maybe twice daily since i get über bored). A lil heads up that (1) I’m sorry if this is crap so far and (2) this will maybe be a long chapter. Also, if you’ve requested an imagine and I don’t hit it exactly to the T, I’m so sorry. + this chapter did take me a long time to write,,, like a lot of editing went into this chapter.. hope you guys like it

word count: 3.1k+ das long.

The week flew by just as fast as one could blink, with only led to Billy’s two encounters being long thrown out the window and your life going back to the normal lonely one it was.

Sorta.

All week since your last conversation with Billy, you noticed that Billy’s gaze would lock onto you as you walked the halls. The new awareness Billy had harbored caused you to change your routes to classes, walking around the school rather than through the corridors; which benefitted you because you despised the looks and remarks while walking. His piercing blues would glare at you from across the field as you read and ate during lunch, Billy would lean onto his Camaro, a cigarette in his hand or mouth, chatting up his next victim of the afternoon. Though every so often he’d catch himself turning his head to check up on you, then returning back to his previous conversation with a dullness in his voice.

Not acknowledging the newfound attention one bit, you took the liberty of eating in the library. Of course, with a lot of pleases and I promise I won’t make a messes to Mrs. Lovinsten. In result to the sacrifices you made, you were pleased that you had successfully dodged the “God of Hawkins High.” Knowing that he was up to no good, both in school and as an attempt to take one humongous step into your life. If you had let him in, you were more than sure that he would tug the strings of your heart until you completely fell for him. Billy would make you feel like the only girl in the world until he got what he really intended to get. Then he would just dump you like a teenager would with trash: disgusted. And frankly, you didn’t want that to happen to you.

A sad smile would etch your face as you started to partake in reading love stories, wishing that one day you’d find your knight in shining armor. Not with Dan-your stepdad. You seethe to yourself, heart skipping a beat as you delved into the deep depths of your memories, always deciphering what the root of his behavior was. The given was the tremendous amount of alcohol he consumed, but what in Dan changed from seeing you has his own to treating you like he owned you?

Upon reapproaching the thought of your stepfather acting as he did to you, the interest to read the sappy Romeo and Juliet was slim to none. A small scoff releasing from your lips, scolding yourself for even considering that you’d ever find love. Taking a small bite of your sandwich, you then thought of what you wanted to do today, since it was Halloween. Lips tugging slightly as you decided that you’d stop at the local library and pick up two or three scary books, also keeping a mental note to pick up some candy on the way home.

Casting your attention from your sandwich, you hissed a crap as you recalled that your neighbor since infancy, Tina, would be throwing her Halloween party this evening. Only all of the students at Hawkins would show up— all but you, which would result in families avoiding your neighborhood due to the rowdiness of this generation’s teenagers. No one would want to trick o’ treat in a neighborhood of drunk and loud teens who listened to the horrendous screaming music. This caused you to reconsider taking money out of your personal stash to buy candy. Was it really worth it? You droned on to make a small list of what books you desired to pick up at the library.

“Hargrove!” David Fitz called out to the Californian, who tipped his head back and swiveled it to the direction of the voice, a cigarette laying between his lips. His elbows were rested upon the hood of his blue beauty as his torso gently sat on the bumper of it. As if on queue, the girls he was chatting up seductively said their good bye, Billies and see you tonight, Billies.

Waving the girls off, Billy awaited David’s presence, but fixed his posture as his eyes moved from David to your signature table, finding that Steve, his gal, and a couple other of his friends occupied it. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger, Billy perched up and away from his car, dragging from his cigarette one last time before chucking it on the grass.

Brushing a puzzled David Fitz off, Billy staggered down from the hill that separated the field and the parking lot. He stopped before the field itself, intently scanning over every head that filled its grassy contents. Tongue glossing over his lips and a hand raking through the texture of his curls, Billy sighed deeply, wondering where you could possibly be. Absent? Skipping? Did you move? Ran away?

“Billy,” a pat on the back from Fitz snapped him from his train of thought. Concern etched David’s face before he raised his eyebrows, giving the Californian another slap to lift up his current state. Billy stared at David, lips parted slightly and his face radiating aggravation. “Ready for this party tonight? Heard there’s gonna be a shit ton of kegs there.” David picked up the conversation in attempts to raise Billy’s mood once again.

Before Billy could tell David to fuck off, the bell rang, signifying that the forty minutes of freedom the teenagers had at Hawkins was up, that it was time to trudge back into the school and resume to their classes. Surprisingly enough, Billy found himself within the sea of students that piled into the corridors of Hawkins High. He peered around the normal place that he’d spot you at, casually walking past him a book stuffed into your face. As people sped past him to get to their own classes, he assessed each and every face, and much to his dismay, you were yet to be spotted by the 177 cm bad boy. Billy growled lowly, padding his feet to exit the school and smoke in his car.

Bobbing your leg up and down impatiently, you stared down the clock, hoping that the last two minutes of the school day would finish. Your calculus teacher informing the class of what topics you were to be quizzed on Friday. Before he was about to inquire as to what plans his students had for the day’s particular holiday, the bell rang, dismissing everyone. All of the students scurried out of the class, hush whispers about Tina’s party and loud whooping tormented the halls of Hawkins High School. Getting up from your seat, you brought your calculus book to your chest, wishing your calculus teacher a safe and happy Halloween.

“Why, thank you, Miss (y/l/n).” He gingerly smiles before returning the gesture of a safe Halloween as well.

Head hanging low, you popped your head out of the classroom to make sure that the halls were completely empty. When you felt the Coast was clear, you stepped out into the narrow corridor, looking over your shoulder to ensure that it was indeed empty— that you could go to your locker with ease. Stopping in front of your locker, you allowed your eyes to do a double take one last time, finally giving your full attention to it.

Billy was leaned against the trunk of his car, staring straight ahead of him when he heard to sound of his stepsister’s skateboard nearing. Gnawing on his gum obnoxiously, he spoke to Maxine with such harshness and disgust at the sound of the passenger door opening. “You’re late again.” There was a massive strain in his voice, upset from Maxine’s tardiness and your disappearance.

“Yeah, I had to get catch up homework.” Maxine retorted, her tone not wanting to trigger her stepbrother’s temper, but still audible enough so Billy could hear her.

A humorless chuckle fled from his lips, a small snicker leading behind. “Jesus. I don’t care,” he paused. “You’re late again, and you’re skating home. Do you hear me?” He took the final drag from his cigarette and threw it on the floor, turning to open the driver’s door, throwing his bag in the backseat of the blue Camaro and slamming it shut. Within seconds of igniting the engine, Billy sped out of his parking spot, racing out of the school’s lot altogether.

After threatening to run over Max’s hick friends, Billy carried on to speed he and Max home, a mischievous smirk etching his lips as he remembered the one place he could catch you at. There had to be some reason as to why there was a new book that occupied your interest daily. It could’ve been that you had an extensive home library, but seeing that they were perfectly laminated with a color on the spine, it only led to one place..

Scouring the shelves of the local library, you bit your bottom lip softly, eyes carefully skimming each spine to find your final book to check out before going home. Your eyes lit up with such delight and passion upon looking up, finding Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, you whispered a soft aha. Due to your short stature, you had to go on the very balls of your feet to reach the shelf that the book teased you at. The grip that your teeth had on your bottom lip tightened a bit due to the amount of coordination, balance, and concentration it took to grab the book.

It was then a right hand with a distinctive watch swooped in and pulled the book in a swift movement. Your breathing hitched as dèjá vú terrorized your thoughts, Billy’s muscular body not daring to lay a single kilo on yours, right behind you to yet again, help you grab a book. All of your muscles stiffened, and you shut your eyes tightly, waiting for Billy to step back and hand you Frankenstien.

“Are you O.K., Doll?” Billy whispered into your ear, a menacingly playful smirk masking his face. You crinkled your nose at the mixed aroma of cigarettes and mint disturbing the welcoming smell of old books.

Your voice was gentle and soft, cracking as you managed to peep out a sentence. “What’re you doing here?”

“Where were you all day?” Billy spat back, his voice hoarse yet still low. His blues desperately wanted to adorn into the beautiful features of your face, but looked down at your hair instead.

Pressing your lips together, you stood silent, avoiding the question. In turn, then piping up, answering him with a question. “Why?”

Billy didn’t want to admit that your awkward and introverted personality attracted him, that he yearned to talk to you. Let alone convince you to go to Tina’s party with him. Butterflies tingled in his gut, what happened to the sexy bad boy? Where was Billy fucking Hargrove?

“Answer my question first.”

A soft sigh was all you could give him, nudging him off of you. Much to your surprise, Billy stepped away, the book still in his hand. Turning to face him, you felt your eyes cast down to his appearance. He looked as if he was ready to go to Tina’s party, causing you to gulp silently.

Billy tilted his head back in response to catching your eyes lingering on his bare chest, a black leather jacket “covering” his shoulders and torso. Ditching the light jeans that shaped his bum into a darker pair, finishing the look off with his signature boots. His lips curled up, eyes melting and sketching how angelic you looked through his long lashes as you guffawed at his outfit.

Both the smell of his breath and the old books were vanished, the smell of Billy’s alluring cologne taking over your nostrils. Blinking rapidly, you peeled your sight away from Billy, who smugly smiled a due to your acknowledgement of his new outfit. Heat arose to your cheeks and you already knew that your face was beet red and to suppress your embarrassment, you covered your face with your hair.

A frown plaguing your face and eyes staring down at your feet, you opened your mouth again. “May I please get the book, Billy?”

“What are you doing tonight, doll?” He ignored your question, hiding the book behind him in attempts to advert your attention to him. The attention he craved.

“Well,” you started, voice remaining at a small, gentle whisper. “When you give me the book, read it and then go to sleep.” Frustration was evident as your features contorted to emote that you just wanted to get the book and go home.

Huffing softly, you told yourself that you could just grab the novel another day, being that it would just waste up more shelf space in the next couple of days, despite Billy’s grasp on it. Muttering a never mind, you kneeled down to grab the other two books that were to be read this evening and spun on your heels, leave the Californian’s presence.

“Doll?” Billy called out, voice sounding as silky smooth as possible, a voice that made all girls’ legs turn to jelly. That would have the girls in his arms, smashing their lips onto his. All except you. Grunting, Billy called out your nickname once again, a bit louder. He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, cursing himself mentally.

Luckily for you, Dan was missing this particular night, a note scribbled on the fridge informing you that he was going to be gone for the month for his annual truck driving gig. For one whole freeing month, Dan would be delivering whatever was in stock nationally. Hopefully he’ll take longer this time. You prayed to yourself, and jumped up in excitement, Halloween all to yourself and your books.

Kicking your shoes off, you shut the blinds from your room, eyes rolling at the sight of Tina hooking up with her boyfriend. Gross. You began to unbundle yourself, grabbing all of your garments to shower. Before falling under the warmth of the hot water the shower head was to succumb you to, you glanced at the two books on your bed, wishing you had snagged Frankenstein.

Coming out of the bathroom, darkness enveloped you, noticing it was a little past 8 o’clock, you silently scolded yourself for waiting until the hot water turned your navy polished hands into little prunes. Then again, you were a sucker for hot showers. Sliding into your slippers, you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms continuously in attempts to warm your body temperature. With no avail, you retreated to your silk robe, wrapping it around your frigid body tightly.

Shuffling out of your room with both books in your hands, you make your way into the kitchen, popping some popcorn to eat as you indulged into their scary contents. Upon placing the books on the couch, you gripped the bowl that held the warm popped corn, stuffing it between your crossed legs. Opening the first book, you lost yourself within its words.

Stifling a yawn, you looked at the clock on the wall: ten thirty. And just as you suspected, not a single family dared to knock on your door for candy. Although you were a bit upset, you were hypocritically a little grateful that no one that evening had disturbed your reading.

Well.

The party right next door was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but all the while, you drowned out the music and loud teenagers like you always did at school everyday. Another yawn was earned, your body screaming for slumber. Closing the second book, you retrieved yourself from the couch, grabbing the now empty popcorn bowl and putting it in the sink. Your heart fluttered after hearing a crowd of young men shouting, chanting the infamous Californian’s name.

Upset that their rowdiness would give you troubles sleeping, you stepped outside, the rough October wind whipping in your face. Hugging yourself for extra warmth, you made your way over to Tina’s house, eyes looking out for her to politely ask her to keep it down. For one of the two reasons: you wanted to sleep and that the cops may get called on them. But you were only going to enlighten her of the latter.

Whooping and catcalls were thrown in your direction as you made your way into Tina’s, looking around for the host. You turned almost instantly when a hand grappled your bum, staring at Carl Rogers, who was stepping over your boundaries. “Looks like mouse knows where the party is.” A blush sweeping across your cheeks, you took a step back, intimidated by his statue like frame.

“Please don’t touch me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, looking everywhere but his hungry hazel eyes. A mocking chuckle erupted from the 185 cm jock, placing his meaty hands on your bum, squeezing it.

“Like this?” He glared down at you, his alcoholic breath fanning your face.

A small group had formed around the two of you, and with what strength you could manage to get out of yourself, punches were thrown at his chest. “Let go of me!” You shrieked, small fists beating his broad chest, to which did absolutely nothing to him.

Laughs were flooding the house as you struggled out of his grasp. Carl’s hand gravitated from your bum to grab a hold of both of your wrists tightly. Breathless, you stared at the beast, who mocked your previous pleads to be released. Your eyes began to water, which only led to more mocking and giggles from your cowardly demeanor.

Billy stared at the once King Steve, attempting to scare him off, showing him who was the real King of Hawkins. Nancy walked away from the staring contest, curious as to why there was a circle of teenagers laughing a mimicking what sounded like pleads for help. Her eyebrows scrunched together, pushing her way through her fellow peers. She gasped as she saw Carl Rogers harassing and bullying you.

“Stop!” You muffled through a sob as Rogers and the others continued to belittle your existence, throwing names and fake crying. Nancy escaped the crowd, tugging at Steve’s sleeve to gather his attention. Instead, the gesture grabbed Billy’s attention, the urgentness in her face explained that something was wrong. Swaggering away from the couple, Billy sauntered his way through the crowd, everyone moving aside so he could see what all the fuss was all about.

His eyebrows knitted at the sight of Carl Rogers holding your wrists, and Billy registered that you were in danger. When your teary gaze locked into his blues, Billy immediately ran up to Carl, who was about to pull the string of your robe off and threw a hard, nose cracking punch at him, his blood boiling and sweaty chest heaving up and down. Carl stumbled back, hands attending to his cracked and bloodied nose.

Billy stood over Carl, face hard and his features distorted in anger. “Don’t you ever fucking touch her.” Billy gestures towards you, which earned everyone’s gaze on your current state, cheeks tear streaked and red wrists, cowering behind him. Billy fixed his posture, head glaring at everyone with such hate. “I don’t want anyone touching her.” He warned louder, addressing the quiet teenagers of the house.

“Or you’ll deal with me.”

#teenage dirtbag #pt3 #billy hargrove imagine #fanfiction??#billy x reader #dacre montgomery #dacre #stranger things 2

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