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Chapter 2 - Friday the 13th

It was finally Friday; A short day of school, thankfully, for Kat wanted to doll herself up properly. It wasn't every day when she was asked to hangout with someone, and she wanted to make the best out of that experience! She dug into her the drawer with special-occasion dresses and pulled up a princess pink dress that flew gracefully just above the knee; It had a delicate V-cut, which encouraged her to cover her cleavage with a set of rose gold jewellery. Her crimson hair was falling down past her shoulders all the way to her waist, styled softly with a brush and two thin braids pinned to the back in a little rose. Her mother loved to do lots of intricate braids from her gorgeous hair and taught her how to take care of it properly. Every time she'd look in the vanity mirror and play around with her hair, she'd have a bittersweet smile, imagining her mommy behind her, doing her hair as only she knew. Last, she painted soft pink glittery eyeshadow, touched with an elegant black fox eye liner, mascara and rose tinted sparkly lip gloss. She took her purse, slipped her feet in her polished pink shoes with an elegant medium heel, and left the house, sitting on the swing her daddy built for her six years prior when they moved to Hawkins - It had an archway with rose vines wrapped around.

She hummed to herself a Chinese lullaby her dad would sing to her before sleep time and didn't realise when time passed, until Billy's blue Chevrolet '79 Camaro stopped in front of her garden and he honked; The window was down and he wolf-whistled her. "Ey, dollface!" Kat's face visibly lightened up with joy as soon as she heard his voice, the boy noted. She smiled so sweetly and walked step by step like a gracious feline, settling in the passenger seat. That's right - She was his passenger princess. "What a babe! Got all pretty for l'il ol' me?" she nodded her pretty head. "D'aww, what a cutie." he lowered his shades a little, taking a good look at the gorgeous girl in front of him - So, so different than those boring ass bitches at school - All the same, no sense of style or beauty. Cyndi Laupner wannabes gone wrong.

"I don't really have the chance to go out. I want to make every hangout feel special!" his smirk fell for a split second, before returning quickly and slouching over the wheel.

"Lucky me." he hummed before hitting the acceleration pedal. "You're the passenger princess - You choose the music."

"Sweet!" she grinned, immediately fumbling around with the music playlists. "Oh, you've got AC/DC! I love their songs so much!" thus, she put on tracks like TNT, Highway to hell and Dirty deeds done dirt cheap. Who knew that little miss princess strawberry pink liked rock music? Ha! The more you know.

The sun was setting by the time they arrived at the cinema and parked on the grass; The diner was across the street and pretty girls with high ponytails, wearing short skirts and rollerskates were going around serving people with trays in their hands. "Oh, they're so pretty! I love the little apron over the skirt - They look so cool!" Billy leaned over the window, looked the busy bees up and down, and then huffed in agreement.

"They've got nothin' on ya, doll." he reached to get a blanket from the backseat and got out, placing it over the front of the car. "C'mon out, babe."

The girl opened the door and went in front of the car, looking up at Billy. Even with heels, she was so small compared to him. "Should I go order for us?"

"Nah, no way toots, that's a man's job." with one swift move, he placed both of his large hands on her waist - She was so thin and petite, he could almost hold her completely - And he picked her up in the air with ease; That's why he worked out, after all, to be a strong man. Like a feather, he hoisted her up on the front of the car to sit on the blanket; A hot babe on a hot car - Now all he needs is to hop up there, have a surf board on the roof of the car and go to the beach - Alas, he had to be happy with what he got. "I'll go order. You just get all cute'n'comfy."

"Okay, Billy, thank you! Tell me how much it costs and I'll pay." she waved a perfectly manicured hand at him, leaving him speechless; He lit up a cigarette and puffed the smoke up into air and chuckled.

"The guy's supposed to pay at a date, Betty Boop." with a sexy wink, the young lad turned around with a John Travolta-esque swagger, striding inside the diner.

Minutes passed slow, and Kat was left waiting on the front of the car; She was smiling and looking up into the gorgeous sky, painted in all shades of purple and blood orange, mixing together like cotton candy. The world around was so beautiful, the girl thought to herself - So beautiful and free to admire, just like a Renaissance masterpiece; Perhaps even Da Vinci wouldn't be able to paint such beauty. The people around were all smiles and cheer, hanging around in their cars in couples and groupies, munching on popcorn and sipping bubbly soda and milkshakes. People's happiness always made Kat happy for some reason - Was it the beauty of humanity and life? She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she loved it.

"Kat the Dreamer." Billy's barking voice woke her up from her reverie. She turned her head and smiled at him; She looked so dreamy. "I've got 'em goodies."

"I love dreaming - And daydreaming. It makes everything more beautiful around." she scooted over to allow space for Billy and the tons of food he brought. "My, Billy, this must have cost you a fortune! Please let me at least pay half of this!"

"I've got a better idea." he hopped on the car and leaned over, picking her chin; Their faces were so close, he could feel her breathing on his skin. "Let me steal a little kiss, and we're good."

Though he wanted to get a taste of those sweet lips of hers, to get the answer to his previous question about the lip gloss; He was shocked out of doing anything; In fact, her action stun-locked him out of moving a single muscle. Katrina's small hands gingerly cupped his rough stubbled cheeks and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. She giggled and wiped away the lip gloss from his forehead. "Forgive me, I left some of my lip gloss on your skin." that damn flawless smile of hers made him go crazy. "Oh, the movie is starting!" she returned to her previous position, shamelessly taking one of the cheeseburgers in her hand in munching on it. "They're very good - You should try 'em!" she took a fry and placed it in his half gaping mouth. "Great combo!"

Billy didn't speak more, he didn't utter a single word, except for leaning back to eat something. Every once in a while, he'd steal a glance at the pretty girl next to him having so much watching a lame ass movie - Who the hell laughs at gore and people getting killed? Weirdo. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her being so cheerful; He's had sleepovers and groupie movie marathons; Most girls would screech and hide in fear, seeking so-called protection...Or, rather, attention . Instead, Kat was cheerfully clapping for each murder Jason Voorhees' mum was doing.

Katrina’s innocent giggles during the gory scenes were contagious, and Billy found himself laughing along with her, their laughter mingling with the occasional screams from the other cars. Though he was sure the other guys were hugging their terrified girlfriends who were screaming for attention, Kat was having the fun of her lifetimes - He'd imagined that hopelessly romantic gesture rather differently, but he was in no way complaining.

During the ad in between movies, she grabbed the chocolate milkshake glass - He had made sure there was a single glass but two straws - She was grasping it with both hands and holding it up for them both to enjoy the cold beverage. Billy couldn't help but smirk a little, naughty thoughts going through his head at the imagery - But quickly dismissed them. He couldn't. No way. Not with her. They were so close to one another that his arm was around her body, keeping her hugged into his side. Her hair was so long and soft, like a fire-kissed Rapunzel; and his hand was just in reach to play with an innocent lock, fingering and twirling it idly. He kinda loved playing with her hair like this.

When a particularly steamy scene appeared on the screen, Katrina blushed and looked away, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. Billy noticed and couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s the matter, KitKat? Getting shy on me?” he teased, his voice playful as he reached the back of his fingers to caress her porcelain cheek, placing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Pretty naked girls on the big screen was the new trend, and oh how those nerds would have paid their whole allowance for three years to see Jamie Lee Curtis' tits. Still, with how natural she's been with him so far, open and genuine, even flirting, he hadn't expected her to get this bashful by seeing a little spicy action.

He'd pay his salary for the rest of his life to see Kat laying down on his bed, and him on top of her.

"I can appreciate a good masterpiece - The Greeks and Romans worshipped nudity as the highest art form - However, I appreciate a little less the vulgarity of a lewd act on screen." Billy couldn't help but laugh; Such pompous fancy words to describe a single thing, that she was a cute little shy virgin hottie. The treasure all guys wanted to find.

"Aren't you such a cutiepie?" the girl immediately looked away, trying to hide the adorable blush on her demure face. "C'mon now, don't look away, pretty girl, I was joking. Nothin' bad with some precious innocence."

"Alright, already, stop teasing me!" even her protesting was soft-spoken. "Michael Myers is my favourite slasher." she tried to change the subject; What a cutie. She was too innocent and nice for her own good, and he was a huge fuck-up with severe daddy and mommy issues and a mean streak of violence and behavioural problems. There was no way in hell he was a good influence on her; By all means, she should be running away in the complete opposite direction of the big bad wolf... And yet, like a little lamb, she's hopping towards him, clueless to the damage he was capable of inflicting on her. Fool.

It was already past midnight by the time the marathon was over, and Billy drove her back home. "You want to sleepover? I can call your parents and tell them you are safe here and they don't need to worry. I've got ice-cream and some leftovers from today's lunch." far too innocent for her own good; A gorgeous girl like her shouldn't carelessly invite people into her home like that. Reckless and silly. Very dangerous with guys their age who only think with the downstairs head.

"Don't worry about me, dollface, I'm a big boy, they don't give a fuck where I am." he waved a dismissive hand. "Now go on. I'll wait until I see you walked inside and locked the door behind you."

"Oh well, if you're sure!" she leaned in, placing a cute little kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for today, Billy. It was the best day of my life. Let's hangout again some day, yeah?" and with a soft giggle, she left the car and went into her home - Not before turning to wave him goodbye again.

"Yeah. Some day." he murmured to himself, turning the engine on to return to his own home. "And now back to that miserable hell hole..."

Too bad, he was sure he'd have enjoyed himself on her couch much more than in the stupid jail he has to call 'home'. This shitty place wasn't 'home'. California was his home. But hanging out with that cute little kitty kat wasn't the worst thing in the world; In fact, he quite enjoyed himself very much. Maybe next time, he'll invite himself over - With her parents' approval of course. Still, she invited him... Did her parents know about him? How weird, he was sure girl-parents were very strict. Well, who knows, maybe foreigners aren't as stuck up as most American parents are. Maybe commies aren't as commie as they seem to be.

But life wasn't only about fun, unfortunately for the teens suffering in the terminal year of highschool; So much to study and revise, so many exams, and all of them such a drag. Regardless, the Biology class had an easy way out to get a good mark - Which was making a project. In pairs. Kat was used to seeing all her classmates pair up together, and she'd either be alone or forced to pair with the other unlucky loser; This time, however, she found an arm slung around her shoulders as Billy pulled her into his side, flashing a dazzling smirk "Ready for an easy A+, doll?" he declared confidently; If only he could see the murderous, envious glares shot towards the red head.

"S-Sure...!" she tried to smile, but nervousness was creeping inside her heart.

The teacher wrote down the pairs, assigning to each of them their project titles, giving them ideas on how to make it successful and get good marks. "Billy and Katrina." the teacher called out their name. "Anatomy and Physiology of the Male and Female Reproductive System." Kat didn't hear Billy's chuckle, making a smug remark, nor the nasty jokes from those around - Her face blanched, and her mind was purely blank and going haywire with panic. "You could make clay anatomical models and make a collage of pictures and drawings."

Some girl threw a balled up paper at the back of her hair, and another threw a paper on her desk for her to read - She didn't. She burnt it with a lighter, not caring whether the teacher saw her and scolded her. She had to change this mess somehow.

Finally, the bell rang and Kat rushed to the teacher and started frantically begging for mercy. "Please please please please please please." she continued, her hands tightly held together, and eyes tearful. "Give me any other project theme that doesn't revolve around something like that!" she continued begging, not knowing, nor caring that Hargrove had trailed behind to see what was her problem. "Please, I can't do it - They'll bully me like crazy - They'll get physical with me -- And... And... I can't openly speak about these things -- I-It's against my culture and religion -- Please, please, change the theme!"

The teacher looked down at the petite girl with tears streaming down her face and shaking with desperation and outright fear. For a quiet and docile person like Kat was, it almost came to a shock to the lady that she would be the target of such ruthless bullying, that it would make her lose composure like that. "Alright, alright, take it easy." the mother-like woman took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears. "How about something related to genetics?"

"C-Can I write about genetic anomalies - Like sickle cell anemia?" as she tried to regain her composure, Kat came up with a pretty brilliant project theme.

"Sure, that's good. I'll write it down." the teacher immediately cut a few strikes over their original title, and changed it to the actualised title. "Take a few minutes to compose yourself - And run along. You still have a few classes, right?" Kat nodded her head, and with a small bow of gratitude, she scurried out of the classroom, hugging herself.

Normally, a student would go to their locker to change textbooks for their next class - But she stopped doing that a while ago, to avoid unnecessary time in the hallways, where she'd be easy target to their teasing - It had gotten much better over time... But with Billy's arrival and evident friendship, she had "TARGET" written on her forehead, along with a bullseye target practice on her back.

"Hey, dollface, wait up - We have Physics together." even Billy's unexpected voice made her flinch and squeak out in panic - If it wasn't for the distraught look on her face, he'd have thought she was super cute. "Whazzap?"

"U-Uhm..." the girl looked down, shrugging her shoulders. "I was thinking of what genetic abnormalities to write about for the project." she spoke softly.

"Y'know - I kinda liked the other theme." his teasing only made the girl retreat more inwards, looking like a little terrified bunny. "Kidding, kidding - Even I'd rather not waste my time on that." his comment didn't do much to comfort her. "Y'know, if fuck heads are picking on you, just tell me and I'll fuck them up, yeah?"

She shook her head. "Doesn't matter." she deadpanned.

"Hey, y'all, Freaky Kommie Kat's here with her bodyguard!" her body stiffened, before she hung her head and hugged herself tighter.

"I'll run along. See you in class." she whispered, trying to escape - But one guy grabbed the hood of her cardigan and pulled her back roughly - Her textbook and notebook fell to the ground helplessly; The borders of her notebook pages were doodled up with pretty flower frames, and in some places, "BFF" and "Billy Bestie" or "Billy the Bardest Bard to ever Bard", along with some cute smiles and hearts around.

"Ayo, look at this - Little miss genius is in love~!" the group laughed mockingly. "You really think he gives a fuck about you? Know your place, bitch. You're just an easy mark for King Billy - Nothing more." the guy pushed her in the locker.

"We're friends..." her mellow voice made Billy heart sunk - She really cared about him, in a genuine, innocent way. She didn't want to stay around King Billy, nor did she want one night stands or be friends with benefits. She just genuinely enjoyed his presence around her; How pitiful. To think he would be the subject of her daydream, enough to noodle in her notebooks... That's a new one.

"King Billy doesn't need pathetic nerds around him." one of the cheerleaders got in her face, trapping her against the locker. "Pathetic little ugly bitch." unexpectedly to everyone around, Tara grabbed at Kat's clothes, as if trying to undress her. "You've got no tits, no ass - Your hair is ugly, your face is plain - You're nothing but a pathetic bag of skin and bones - And you think you can have my Billy look at you? Stupid little slut! If you want a dick that much, there's plenty around!" before she could grab the closest nerd around the push against the red head, a loud, sharp sound made the corridor go all quiet. Katrina slapped Tara's face so hard that she fell to the ground.

"... You don't get to touch me with some filthy hands of yours - Nor speak to me with that mouth which sucks dick every night. If only you were paid for this, you'd have some worth in this life - But you're not. You're nothing but a disgusting, lowly greedy cum-dumpster slut with no self-respect - Who gets off on popular guys fucking her, than dumping her useless body - Because that's all you're good for; A few minutes of degrading fun." Billy, like the others, was shocked the hear such filthy words coming out of her precious mouth - He was sure she didn't even know words like that! "I'll tell you a secret, Tara - The guys who fuck you don't even know your name." Kat smiled innocently; empty and dripping with poison and condescence. "And you're not invited to Tina's Halloween part this year..." she turned around, ready to leave. "But I am." she retrieved her textbooks, making sure she gets to class before the bell rang. She didn't want detention because of some idiots.

"That -- That was the best laugh I had in years, doll!" Billy slumped in the seat next to her, smirking so proudly. "That's my girl - Teach those fucks a lesson." he leaned in closer to her ear. "I know I did."

Kat shot her gaze to him, her eyes wide and shocked. "What do you mean?! What did you do?!"

"Don't worry your pretty head, tootsie." he fixed her slightly messy hair. "I just don't appreciate sick fucks like them speaking ill of my cute friend."

The tender yet surprised look in her gorgeous eyes said it all; It melted Billy's heart. "Friend?" he didn't say anything, just continued admiring her adorable reactions. "That's nice to hear."

"By the way, tootsie." he cleared his throat. "Tina's party, huh?"

"Oh, yes, Tina - " Kat looked down with a little, bashful smile. "A few days ago she came to me and said - Any friend of Billy is welcome to my party... And I said... Sure." her cheeks were pink.

"D'aww, how cute. You'll be there to cheer on me as I down a whole ass keg of beer." she looked weird at him, but said nothing - Instead, she stifled a laugh and nodded.

"Sure - I'll cheer on you, if you want me to." she kept a few seconds of silence, before she uttered again. "How do people dress on Halloween?"

All the way until the Halloween party, Kat worked on the project - She was creative, sure, but she was also actively studying biology in depth; She had always wanted to become a doctor - A scientist - Like her parents; She let Billy on his maths and physics and basketball and what not. Once Halloween came by, she looked through her wardrobe; She didn't really own any elegant black clothes - Her parents told her black clothes are only for funerals; Her only black clothes were the band Tshirts and some cardigans. What should she wear, then?

Finally, after a long time, she decided against her best ration, to wear her pink hanfu and pretend to be a flower fairy. Not exactly the scariest creature of the night, but it was as close to fantasy as she could get. Her make up was pink and glittery, still flattering, but a little more evident than her usual choice; And her hair was done in a traditional way, with two rose buns updos, and the long, bottom part flowing past her shoulders gracefully. Though she didn't wear the usual jewellery, her hair accessories were plenty, gold and flowery, just like her earrings, dangling delicately. Should she pretend to be Hua Mulan? The beautiful and valiant Magnolia Flower from the ballads? Should she take her sword too? Maybe those guys will think it's just a prop, surely they wouldn't expect a regular highschool girl to own an ancient heirloom... Or a bazooka. Not that she had one. Yet.

Finally, she awaited Billy on the swing, just like previously; She really loved that swing - She remembers how much her dad worked to build it, and how happy she was when it was finished. Her dad taught her how to hammer nails and build things - But she knows she'll never be as good as he was.

"Yo, sweetcheeks, Halloween's supposed to be all badass and scary, y'know?" Billy honked her from the car. "Hey, Princess Bubblegum, get 'ere." he pranced right in front of her; He was wearing a pair of sexy blue jeans and a black leather jacket.

"Hello, Billy." she smiled serenely, looking up at him. "Have you forgotten your shirt home intentionally?" her smile was faux innocent and teasing.

"Did you know the Romans had abs on their armor? Lorica musculata - Or something like that." he smirked, loving to show off his knowledge in front of her - And not only. "Well, I don't need armor to show off."

"Well, you've been working very hard and consistent to look the way you do - It would be a pity not to show off." she said playfully. "Does Tina have a room for couples to hook up, or should I be afraid of going home on foot?" he couldn't believe the audacity - Such teasing!

"If you didn't know, fairies don't walk - They fly." with ease, he picked her up from the swing, holding her bridal style; Her arms went instinctively around his neck, and they faces were so maddeningly close to each other, he could practically feel her heartbeat going crazy.

"Thank you for telling me; I'll be sure to abuse my fairy princess rights." with insane mischief, Katrina kissed Billy's cheek.

"You're taking me for a knight in shining armor, huh?" he chuckled, walking her to the car. "I'm a werewolf, baby."

"What's a werewolf?" she asked, genuinely oblivious.

"Like in Michael Jackson's Thriller song." Billy was amused by her lack of knowledge. "A wolf man. Every month, on a night with a full moon, a man turns into a beast and kills everyone in sight."

"Oh, that sounds so cool!" she exclaimed, getting comfortable on the passenger seat, leaning to the side to touch his pretty hair. "But don't they have fluffy ears like wolves do? Or a tail?"

"Eh, maybe - But that's lame - And too much effort." he started the car, going as speedy as always.

Once they arrived at Tina's house, Kat was surprised no one was being mean to her, not even a dirty look or anything; Maybe they were all already drunk out of their minds, or were having so much fun, her presence didn't matter - She loved not being the spotlight of every mean comment; She was actually pretty damn enthusiastic, and very grateful for Tina for inviting her, and for Billy for being by her side. They just gave her a paper cup of punch and let her do whatever she wanted.

As expected, Billy was eventually stolen away, and her punch was spiked with cigarette ash - Always used to get people drunk. Jokes on them, she got her alcohol tolerance from her Russian mother; She could eat cereals with vodka for breakfast with no issue. It was already night, and everyone was having fun; Kat found herself in the kitchen, surrounded by bottles of vodka and chocolate bailey's and had a brilliant idea. To make her favourite shot drink - Sweet and strong.

This little experiment instigated girls to try and, after a while, Kat became their designated barman - A barman who had to participate in a drinking contest and drank most of the girls under the table.

After the 10th shot, Katrina got bored of being a bartender and went out, by the lights on the ground next to the pool; The lights on the bottom of the pool made the water look so pretty and hypnotising. However, he short timelapse was broken by loud roars from the boys nearby. Billy was going to attempt his silly title, so as promised, the girl made her way in front of the crowd for him to see her. "Go, King Billy, go!" she clapped encouragingly. "Hey, Tommy - Why isn't Steve here to witness his own downfall?" her mocking giggle made the guys roar again.

"Atta girl, that's a good idea!" some of the guys in the football team got inside the house, dragging Harrington in the yard.

With a war cry, Billy started drinking down the beer from side the keg, through the hose - He chugged as everyone around him cheered loudly. Kat was actually quite fascinated by his insane actions; He looked messy, dirty, indecent, vulgar, feral, gross... All the attributes that her parents told her to run away from. Stay away from arrogant gigolo like him - He was no good - He will make you suffer, he will make you fall in love then break your heart. Boys like him were never worth it...

And yet, she was completely taken with him; His charm, his beauty, his smarts, his wit, his strength... The easy-going and adventurous life of a bad boy. "King Billy! King Billy!" the people were chanting around loudly as Billy finished the keg victoriously - Yet they cheered even louder when the King hooked his hand on the back of Kat's head and dipped her down in a deep kiss, so passionate and overwhelming that she was sure she suffocated and found herself among the stars of Nirvana.

When he pulled away, he admired his handy work; The twinkle in her eye, the bashfulness of her visage, the fascinating smile of those pink lips of hers - She looked so god damn kissable - And he kissed her again, this time, a little slower, a little gentler; He was drunk as fuck, but the euphoria of his triumph, and the radiant beauty in front of him - He couldn't resist; She was irresistible - A sparkling pink flower twinkling with innocence, with kindness and compassion.

"Beauty and the Beast." he smirked, leaning away from her; He kept his arm around her body as the crowd guided them inside the house, where even more cheered at the announcement of a new, better King. Steve ran by Nancy with his tail between his legs; Humiliated, he wanted to drive her away, get her back home and never show his face again - But Kat had other plans.

"Oh, Billy, that's my friend, Nancy!" she tugged on his sleeve - At the sound of Harrington, he followed in front of the two. The groupie of guys was right behind them.

"Why don't you go play with your friend, pretty girl? I and Harrington have some business to discuss." smiling, Kat glided to Nancy and gently took her hand, guiding her to an empty room.

"Nancy, was Steve bothering you?" the girl asked, petting her friend's hair. "You look so... Sad."

"I'm fine, Kat..." she sighed, looking down. "I just... I can't get over what happened to Barb." she admitted - She was a little tipsy. A little more. "I... I miss her."

"You blame yourself for her disappearance?" Nancy was nodded her head... And rocking back and forth. Was it the first time she drank alcohol?

"Nancy... Let's get home, yeah? I don't trust Steve to take you home." Nancy glared at her friend.

"And I don't trust Hargrove." she stammered over her words. "He's - He's a playboy, Kat, don't trust him! He's... He's... Y'know..." she placed her hands on her face. "He's only interested in what Steve was - Don't give in, even if he hates you!"

Kat's eyes widened, flabbergast at what she was hearing. "But, Nancy - He kissed me." her voice was so sweet and melodic, that even in her drunken state, Wheeler pitied her naivity. "He kissed me - Just now. He's drunk - Dad said men are the most honest when they are drunk."

"Oh, no, Kat, that's not true!" she moaned, shocked at the naivity of her comment. "Guys these age only want to have sex, don't you know?" Kat didn't have the power to answer. "He kissed you 'cause you're pretty and you indulged him with your kindness - Guys like him - When they see a nice girl with no boundaries, like you - They start to push you until you break." Kat's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked away - She didn't want to believe that Billy, of all people, would treat her like that. "Don't get bewitched by him just because he kissed you... That's how Steve charmed me too." she said in a compassionate voice. "It might have been your first kiss... And it was special for you... But it meant nothing to him."

Kat didn't know what to think; She was disappointed, sure, but she wasn't even sure what to believe anymore. She rose her head to look at her friend, and smiled again. If she started overthinking now, she was going to hold onto that trail for many continuous days and nights, to the point she'll drive herself mad; She didn't want that - Not after such a nice night. "Let's get you home, Nancy."

Like a compliant puppy, Nancy held onto Kat's hand and walked with her out of the house. Billy was out there, by the pool, smoking. He seemed a little more sober now. Did he need a small break from all the loudness from inside the house, and the lackeys flattering him? "Hey." Kat offered a soft smile; Billy looked down at her, then at Nancy, then blew the cigarette smoke up into the air.

"Sup, doll?" he said, keeping his usual bravado. He looked again at Nancy. "Who ran over her pet puppy?"

"She just drank a little too much. She's okay." as if on cue, Nancy started puking. "Maybe she's not okay." Kat immediately rushed to keep the hair out of her face. "I don't think she drank before."

"Huh." the boy huffed, amused. With a quick scan around the yard, he found a discarded Tshirt, which he tosses to his girl. "She's got barf on her chin." Kat quickly helped wipe away the spew from her friend's face.

"There, there. Let's get you home." she patted Nancy's back, helping her straighten up. "Billy, I'm taking Nancy home. Take care on your way home, okay? Call me when you're home, safe and sound."

"Have you forgot what I told you? Fairies don't walk." Billy scoffed - That reply was the only way he could remind her he wouldn't let her go home by herself. He wanted to know her safe - He got her there, and he will return her home too. That was what men did. Respect and responsibility - Or whatever his father kept beating into him.

"I can't tell you to drive my friend home, Billy, that would be rude of me." she smiled, though Billy realised, something was... Off about her. She was fidgety. "Nancy's home is pretty close - I think we can manage." she continued her trail of excuses. "Besides, I wouldn't want her to vomit in your car - It's too pretty for that."

Billy looked Nancy up and down, then groaned, dragging his hand down his face. "Yeah, well - Your friend here's a problem, alright - But ain't like I can let my pretty girl go all alone home. Lousy man I'd be." he dragged from the cigarette away. "You don't trust Harrington with her, d'you?" he smirked in realisation. "All the more reason to make him see her in my car."

"Steve's bullshit." Nancy spit, frustrated. "Our relationship was bullshit." she was getting angrier. "And you are bullshit too!" Billy's face remained unchanged - He didn't give a fuck about the ramblings of a drunk chick; He did care, however, for the offended look on Kat's face. It was priceless to see her getting mad on his behalf.

"Nancy! That was rude!" she scolded her. "You don't talk like this usually - What's gotten into you?" she couldn't believe the bratty way Nancy was behaving; It was so unlike her. Her dad said drunk people are honest. "Nancy - Why don't you like Billy? He never said a single mean thing about you."

The chestnut haired girl looked straight into Kat's eyes; She was kinda scary like that, she realised. "If you think this guy is any different - That he won't forget you exist after he's gotten in your pants - And go fuck with Carol and Tessa and Amy -- At the same time -- Then you're delusional, Kat!" Billy could she how much the pretty fairy was cringing, trying hard to keep composure and not show her disappointment.

"Billy is not like Steve, Nance. Don't project your own shitty relationship on me." it was clear to him she was holding back from saying anything bad. "Come on - You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying. Let's go."

"I'M NOT DRUNK, KAT! I'm looking out for you! Why can't you see?!" she went to Billy, trying - And failing miserably - To push him away. "This... This... Womanizer! He'll break your heart and laugh at you! And if you don't let him have sex with you - He'll make you miserable!" now that, even Billy found offensive. What kind of fuckass with no morals did she think he was? Or, rather - What the hell kind of persona did he make for himself?

"Nancy, shut up. Now." Kat grabbed Nancy's wrist, roughly pulling her away. "I'm taking your home. Now stop being such a brat - You're worse than your brother."

"I don't wanna get in his car! Who knows what he'll do to us?!" it was the last straw for the red head; She grabbed Nancy's face and shouted.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" Hargrove's heart was leaping, looking down at the pretty girl losing her marbles; Girl was as much of a fairy as he was. He thought she was much better at being collected, though he couldn't blame her, these people were tasting her patience big time. He'd have done much worse, much faster than she reacted. "Good God, you're driving me insane." she had to take a deep breath and step away from her friend. "I'll call Harrington to take you home already." she marched inside the house, leaving Nancy like a lost puppy. "I'm so done with people."

Billy took out a few swaggering steps, getting close to Wheeler; He picked her chin, making her look up at him; She was a pretty girl - No wonder she was Harrington's "Queen" - But from what Kat told him previously, the ex-King didn't treat her quite right. He couldn't blame her for being fucked in the head and spilling her frustrations the first time she got drunk; But he also didn't quite appreciate seeing Kat's only friend giving her doubts like that. He knew, better than anyone, that once the seeds of doubt take root, nothing is ever the same.

"Listen here, puppy girl." she had the look of a defiant puppy on her face; She was hilarious. "I don't appreciate you giving my friend the wrong idea about me." he began leaning in slowly. "And I, also, don't quite appreciate you upsetting her." he whispered in her ear. "She's mine." with one last deep, intimidating look shared between the two, he returned to his own spot.

"You're a liar." she slurred, sure of herself. "Guys like you never change. You've been here a month and you've already fucked half the city." not wrong. "I bet you've got the clap by now." very wrong. Protection was lame, sure as hell it was, but he'd rather bash his skull against the wall then trust a dumb bitch not to get herself pregnant by forgetting, intentionally or not, to take the pill... Or worse; Who knows where those dirty skanks had been - He didn't wanna get AIDS or... Syphilis or whatever. He was sure those sluts didn't even wash themselves with water and soap. "You don't even love her - You kissed her! You wanna claim her! That's what y'all care about - A damn trophy to add to your body count!" he kinda liked seeing her so worked up and freaky. It was hilarious.

"OI, HARGROVE! STEP AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!" Steve ran full speed at them, dragging Nancy away.

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore, you jerk!" and thus, they began arguing like two idiots. As long as they didn't get violent with each other, it hardly mattered.

Billy dropped the cigarette butt and used the heel of his boot to extinguish it; He dug his hands in his jeans pockets, looking idly for his fairy girl; She exited the house, walking slowly. Was it to preserve her grace? To make sure she doesn't step on her dress? To make sure the accessories in her hair don't fall? Who knows. It didn't matter; She looked as if she was going down the catwalk - And Billy was enjoying the sight.

"Ready to turn in for the night, babe?" he called out to her; She seemed absent-minded; Very deep in thought. Were her friend's words getting to her? "Hey, earth to sugar plum fairy, you with me?" he waved his hand in front of her face once she got near him. "Hello?"

"Er - Sorry. I was just..." she shook her head, took a quick look at Nancy arguing with her ex, then rolled her eyes. "Nevermind. Let's go home."

"A'ight, let's fly." once again, he swept her off her feet; Her smile was still there, but not as radiantly enthusiastic as before. Something was definitely wrong. "Passenger princess gets the music privileges." he said, carefully placing her on the seat.

"Sorry - I've got a bit of a headache." she said, not daring to raise her hand and shuffle through the playlists.

"I've got some softer stuff." he reached to hit a few buttons, before he found 'Still Loving You' by Scorpions. Every once in a while, he'd gaze at her from the corner of his eyes, and see those sad gems of hers, twinkling with tears. She must have been devastated having her only friend bash her like that - Not that he knew what that was like; He didn't have any 'friends' to consider actual friends, nor did he trust or give a fuck about anyone. The song was getting to her. "Had fun today?"

"Yeah... I didn't think I'd enjoy myself as much as I did. It was thanks to you that I felt good today. Thank you, Billy." she sounded quite robotical and mellow, but her words were genuine.

They drove in silence, save for the ballads playing at the time, and finally, he parked in front of her home again. "Do you wanna..." he didn't let her finish sentence.

"Are your parents home?" she looked down, and after a few seconds, she shook her head. "Then you shouldn't invite a guy over." he reached his hand to move a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It's the second time you invited me over. Do you trust me that much?" she nodded her head, but still said no word. "Do you want something from me, Kat?" he leaned over a little, his voice husky and seductive. She shook her head. "Then why are you asking me over?"

"My mum said it's dangerous outside. Parents worry when their children are out at night. I didn't want you to be in danger." quite the childlike, innocent mindset... Almost like an actual child.

"I'm in a car, babe. My parents don't give a fuck about me. I'll be fine." she said nothing; her hands were held together tightly. "If you say you trust me - Then why don't you tell me why you want me over?"

"Because it's a stupid reason." she whispered with shame. "You'll laugh at me and think I'm pathetic - Because I am."

"I won't laugh." he placed his large, rough hand on her face, guiding it to look at him; She looked... Meek. Embarrassed. It looked as though she was trying hard to open her mouth and speak - But she was voiceless. "I promise."

"I'm afraid." though barely audible, Billy was close enough to hear her.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked tenderly; Those idiots would go as far as you go to her home and harass her - Right?

"I'm alone." she replied softly. Yeah, a home alone girl has every reason to be terrified, even he knew as much.

"When are your parents coming home?" her expression looked pained, and she shook her head. "Kat - Look at me. What's going on?"

"My parents died six years ago." nobody knew that, not even Nancy. Why she told the truth for once, she didn't know. Did she trust this guy that much? She just met him - Was Nancy right? That kiss stole her mind away?

"Six years ago?" she nodded her head slowly. "Didn't you say you moved here six year ago?" she nodded again. "What happened?"

"Don't you want to come inside?" she asked again, shifting in the seat. "I don't like talking in the car."

"A'ight." he nodded, helping her out of the car. He noticed how fidgety she'd get, twitching at every sound and canvasing the perimeter. Suspect.

The two got inside the house - It was decently big, and looked very comfortable and welcoming. "Make yourself at home. I'll go get changed - Ergh..." she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "There's a bathroom here - You can take a shower... And uh... Wait I have to give you clothes to change in, right... Erghm..." she paced around erratically in a circle, before she stopped. "I... Don't have any clothes big enough to fit you." she slapped her hand over her forehead. "I'm sorry!"

Billy couldn't help but laugh; He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. "You don't know guys much, d'you, cutie?" she looked up at him, clearly confused by his remark. "Just find me a towel and I'll be fine."

Though reticent, she nodded and brought him two towels. "I'll go get ready too - And, uh... I'll make some... Tea? Is that fine with you?" an American drinking tea when he's not sick? That was cute. "Wait, uh... I think I have some... Soda?" she went to the fridge, scouring a little. "Pepsi?"

"S'fine, toots, s'fine." he gestured for her to stop worrying so much about hospitality, and go get ready - Which she finally did.

Once Billy was in the shower, he couldn't help but chuckle - Of course she'd have sweet fragrances everywhere - Hard to smell like a man, in a way that wasn't sweat or cheap aftershave. Lucky for him, he always carried the small bottle of cologne at him, in case he wanted to smell good... And now like a strawberry shortcake.

He never showered at a girl before; He never had an actual, long-term relationship before, not did he want to; He just loved having fun, and then going back home - No reason to stay more than needed. In a way, it would be the first time he'd be sleeping over at a girl's house - And not for lewd reasons. It was kinda funny - No one would believe him; Not that he'd ever tell anyone - Like hell he'd drag her name, when they're surrounded by attention whores and dumb brick-heads.

He messily dried his hair and put back his jeans, puffing the perfume on his bare skin; He went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of pepsi then went to watch TV while waiting for the girl to come back down; That costume must take taken an eternity to put on - But he knew it would take him very little to remove, he thought smugly. Billy lay down on the couch, zoning out at the mindless TV channel, hoping she'd appear in sight already.

Finally, he heard quiet footsteps approaching - Kat was wearing a band Tshirt so large, it reached barely above her knees; Her long hair was let loose. She sat down on the couch next to him - She was so small compared to him, that she had no problem fitting her legs also. "Are you comfortable, Billy?" her sweet rose perfume was so nice, he remarked as he nodded. He got in a sitting position, his arm leaning over the back seat behind her.

"So you, a lone pretty girl, are afraid of being alone, in a pretty damn rich big house - Because you're parents have been dead for a while, yeah?" she nodded her head. "So what's got you so terrified lately?"

"Nothing." she admitted, hugging her legs to her chest, her chin resting on her knees. "I've been afraid every day since they died."

He frowned, licking his lips. "You were alone - Since you were twelve." she nodded. "No relatives? No child services?" she shook her head.

"Orphanages are awful for kids. I convinced the library to let me work for some money to afford food." she explained simply. "Once I got a little older, I started working other jobs to keep the appearance. I knew kids would pick on me if they saw I was poor." she played nervously with her hair. "I still had a lot of money left over by my parents, but... I didn't want to spend it all." Billy didn't seem to say anything - He continued looking down at the girl, his gorgeous blue eyes not shifting a single second from her. "I lock all doors and windows - But... Y'know. I can't sleep through the night. Every sound make me jolt up, and I have to check the whole place to make sure I didn't have a break in or whatever."

"And you'd feel more at ease with a complete stranger in your house?" he was kinda shocked to see her nodding. "You know what boys our age like to do with girls our age - Right?" he found himself asking, as if she was a child.

"You wouldn't." her trust in him was flattering, if not, quite alarming. Was she blindly trusting of everyone like that?

"How do you know I wouldn't?" he asked, leaning forward. "I kissed you today - Twice - Without as much as asking you." his voice dropped an octave, sounding velvety and seductive. "And I wouldn't mind doing that a third time too." he admitted truthfully. "You've got no idea the things I'd like to do with you - To you." surprisingly, she didn't look bashful, nor did she make that cute, shy face - She felt eye contact through it all. "Why do you think I wouldn't lose control around you, when you're so damn pretty, and dressed like that?"

"Because I trust you."

Her simple answer earned a physical response - Billy grabbed her ankle, dragging her down to lay back on the couch, with him between her legs, towering over her - He was like a werewolf - Beauty and the Beast. "You still trust me, doll?" she nodded her head again; He wasn't sure why, but this sincere trust in him drove him mad; He wanted her to change her mind - But he also didn't. He wanted to see her doubt, her fear, her disappointment - Just like everyone else he drives away. One hand sneaked under her back, hoisting her up, and the other was on the back of her head; His bare chest was flushed against her own, and he whispered in her ear, all husky and sexy. "What about now?"

"I know you're trying to scare me, Billy." his body froze, and he didn't dare lean back to look at her; He knew she'd have that look on her face, that glimmer in her eyes - That kindness that only she could have. He felt her gentle hand on his, caressing him. "Nancy was drunk. I know you wouldn't break my trust." he'd rather die than break her trust.

"You're such a stupid little girl, Kat." he muttered, returning to his seat. "Don't tell that to any other guy." he grumbled under his breath. "I've fucked enough bitches to know self-control." he continued as the girl shifted back in a sitting position. "But others are frustrated loser douchebags who'd jizz in their pants just from looking at you."

"That's why I trust you." she just wouldn't wipe that stupid smile off her face already.

"A'ight - No more Mister Nice Guy." he got up from the couch, and just as easy as before, he picked her up - Only this time, her legs and arms were wrapped around him, and he was carrying her to her bedroom. "Y'know I can't stay over every night, right?" she nodded her head. "... But I guess one proper sleep every few days wouldn't hurt." he could feel her arms tightening around him, a form of saying thanks. "Can you fly, tweetie?"

"Wha--" he threw her on the bed, laughing as she bounced right on the other side, falling on the ground with a painful thud. "Ouch." she whined, crawling back on the bed. "Jerk."

"You're too cute not to torment - That's your fault, not mine." he casually plopped down on the bed, getting comfortable. "You said you wanna sleep, right? Go on - Sleep. I won't leave until you wake up." he smirked, looking at her as she slowly laid down. "But I want lunch."

She had such a cute smile. "Deal." she whispered, her hand gently placed over his own. "Thank you, Billy. Sweet dreams."

He didn't say anything - Instead, he marvelled at the fact that she quite literally fell asleep the second she placed her pretty head on the pillow. Was it her exhaustion? Or simply her feeling safe, for once? It couldn't have been easy, being all alone since she was twelve. Her chest was going up and down slowly, and even in her sleep, she was smiling. She looked so frail and small under the blanket, unconsciously gripping onto his hand for dear life. Billy turned to his side, and with his free hand, he removed the hair from her face. She was too nice for her own good - All the more reason why he wanted to bust Harrington's face for getting the brainless crowd pick on her.

That night, Billy wasn't sure if he slept at all, or was in a trance, watching the beautiful girl sleeping next to him - No nightmares, no agitation, no nothing; She was deep in a peaceful, restful sleep, and he was mesmerised by how someone can trust him so much... Feel so safe around him. It didn't make sense to him - Nothing about her made sense to him - Why she was so nice to him, why she smiled so kindly to him. She was an enigma for him... And he was addicted to her like a junkie seeking his vein.

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