#but library alice getting angry at reality alice's teacher....saying she will hate him for her.......reality alice saying she will hate

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White Noise [Billy Hargrove]

Prompt: Billy is head over heels for (Y/N) Harrington.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader, (platonic) Steve x sister!Reader

Fandom: Stranger Things

Warning: cursing, drunk-ness (?)

Author’s note: by popular demand, the fourth part to the Billy imagine. You guys asked for a happy ending, so I’m trying to give it to you. Hope you like this. Also, I might only write one more part to this series. I still don’t know. 

[PART THREE] [PART FIVE]

(Y/N) Harrington thought she’d seen the last of Billy Hargrove. After all, before the day he asked her out for the first time, they hadn’t cross a word. And then, she’d told him what she thought of him. She hadn’t been the nicest, which wasn’t how she normally was (she was more of an overall-good girl), but she thought he deserved it. 

(Y/N) and Steve’s parents had never really been around, so naturally, Steve had assumed both the role of a big brother and a paternal figure. He’d made sure she never got hurt. So when he came home with her face looking almost unrecognizable, she couldn’t feel anything else but despise for the person responsible.

Apparently, her words hadn’t been enough to keep him away from her, for her lunch had been rudely interrupted by someone slamming a textbook in the table right in front of her eyes.

“Jesus!” She exclaimed, picking up the water bottle that had been knocked down by the impact. She quickly put a napkin over the spilled water, and thanked everything mighty the water hadn’t reached her Physics notebook. 

“Serves you right, Harrington,” she heard.

Of course it had to be him. 

“Did someone piss on your cereal this morning, Hargrove?” She spat, moving the hair out of her eyes. “What the hell was that for?”

She looked up, her eyes staring straight at her angry blue ones. His hands were over the green textbook whose spine read Calculus. His lip twitched in anger. His posture was that of attack. 

“That was for being a bitch,” he told her, smirking.

He threw his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck, over which fell strands of curly blonde hair. 

“Now listen here, Hargrove,” she began, closing her eyes for a brief moment. 

Billy chuckled. 

“No, you listen,” he interrupted. His expression was one of arrogance. “I tried with you, Harrington. Thought you were worth it. Turns out you’re nothing but a pretentious little shit, thinking you’re better than all of us because you have money and put up this little miss goody-two-shoes act,” he licked his lower lip. (Y/N)’s lips were together in a thin, white line. She heard someone gasp beside her. Her best friend, a petite blonde girl who went by the name Alice, was staring at Billy with her eyes wide open. “I don’t buy it. And now, I’m not interested. You had your chance. I ain’t going to lose my sleep over you. There are plenty of bitches in the sea.” 

(Y/N) didn’t say a thing. It was the look in her eyes that broke Billy’s heart into a million pieces. Because hell, he had done it. He had proven her right. Once again, he’d let his anger get the better of him. 

It was the look in her eyes, anger mixed with disappointment, that made him regret his every word. 

“You really are an asshole, Hargrove,” she said. She didn’t sound angry. Her tone was one of tiredness. “And I hope you never speak to me again.” 

Billy pursed his lips. Despite how he felt, he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t let her know. 

(Y/N) closed her notebook and held it under her arm. She took the last gulp of water from the bottle, and walked away from the table and out of the cafeteria, without giving him one last look. 

Billy was angry, but it was mostly at himself. He was angry for the way he had talked to (Y/N), and also because he cared so much. She didn’t like him, and she didn’t care about him, so why should he care for her?

When he first arrived to Hawkins, girls were immediately throwing themselves over to him. There were some rare exceptions, which included (Y/N). And hell, wasn’t she something to look at. But the more he looked at her, the more he wished she had liked him as other girls did. 

She was a good person. Billy wasn’t used to that. He saw her tutoring clueless seniors in the library, picking things up when people dropped them, helping the teachers carry their things. 

And she had the most beautiful smile. 

But then, he’d gotten into a fight with Steve, and everything had gone to hell. Not that she had ever acknowledged him before he introduced himself to her, but still. 

“You going tonight, Billy?” He heard.

The feminine voice snapped him back to reality. He looked up from his desk and smirked, looking at Tina. 

“Sure,” he said. 

The girl smiled at him and winked. 

“Do you know if Harrington is going?” He asked before he could stop himself. 

“Steve told me can’t,” Tina answered. She blew a pink bubble-gum bubble, and popped it. Billy absolutely hated it when people did that. 

The blonde teenager rolled his eyes. “Female Harrington,” 

Tina shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe. Alex’s going, so she probably is too.”

“Alex?” Billy asked. “Who’s Alex?”

“Alex Branson?” Tina questioned. “He’s a junior, but he’s cool. He’s (Y/N)’s best friend. You know, blonde and preppy? Alice’s twin?”

Billy’s hands turned into fists. 

“And what? Is he like her little bitch, or what?” Billy asked, his voice sour. 

Tina frowned, but then returned to normal. She gave a shrug, and as the bell rang, stood up from her seat. She threw her bag over her shoulder, and turned to him before making her way out of the classroom. 

“Hope you can make it,” she said.

Billy just nodded, wanting both at the same time that (Y/N) attended the party and stayed home. 

“I’ll pick you up at one, (Y/N),” Steve said, voice stern, from the driver’s seat of his brown BMW. 

(Y/N) nodded, but rolled her eyes. She adjusted her blouse and leather jacket before leaning down on his window. 

“Not a minute later?” She questioned, a goofy smile on her lips.

Steve chuckled. “Not a minute later.”

The girl nodded. “Fine,” she agreed. “But it won’t be the same without you.”

Steve smiled, sadly. (Y/N) straightened up, and Steve turned. 

“Don’t even think about getting drunk, by the way!” He told her, before stepping on the gas and driving away from Tina’s house. 

(Y/N) turned. Tina’s house was full, like it usually was during her parties. She definitely knew how to throw a good one. She had dressed casually, with a white skirt, a blouse and her black leather jacket. 

Music blared out of the house and people walked in and out, holding cigarettes and plastic red cups. And as she walked up the steps of the porch, she saw that one of those people was no one else but the devil himself, sporting a curly blonde mullet and with a girl under his arm.

“Harrington,” he muttered, raising his head a little in greeting.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Hagrove,” she retorted. 

The girl under Billy’s arm was glaring at (Y/N) while Billy stared, unable to move. (Y/N) shrugged and turned around, leaving the two of them out in the porch, while Billy took in her every move. 

“Shit,” (Y/N) whispered as she leaned against the kitchen cupboard, red cup in hand. She’d been drinking the entire night, despite Steve’s indication not to.

She felt an arm coming to rest over her shoulders, and looked up. Alex, Alice’s twin brother, had been one of his best friends since middle school. He was also her drinking buddy, considering that Alice was more of a stay-at-home kind of girl. 

“Cheer up, buttercup,” he slurred out. By his easy, crooked smile, she could tell he was pissed drunk. But she was not so much sober. “That’s not the mood for a party.” 

“He’s right,” someone interjected.

Of course, it had to be Billy Hargrove. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, and tried to walk away, but her legs wobbled and she fell down, spilling her red drink all over her light pink cup. 

Billy was kneeling down in an instant, hands on her arms, trying to hold her up. 

“No,” she slurred. Words were barely understandable. “No, don’t touch me.”

“I’m just trying to get you on your feet,” he said. She stopped fighting, and Billy was able to pull her up so she was standing on her feet. She swayed slightly, her head moving from left to right. “You’re so drunk, Harrington.” 

“I am -,” she began, but then she looked down at her chest, and frowned when she saw the bright red stain. “Did - did you do this?”

Billy chuckled. “No, you did,” he answered.

(Y/N) looked up. Alex was nowhere to be seen. “I did not. This is my favorite blouse. I did not -” and just as that, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Shit. 

“Don’t cry, (Y/N),” he said, moving his hand and running his thumb over her cheek. “It’s just a blouse. You’re way too pretty to cry over something like that.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “I’m so sad, Billy,” she whined.

His heart skipped a beat. It had been the first time she had actually called him Billy. He took a step closer to her. She didn’t move. She was just staring at his face. And she didn’t look angry. She looked curious. 

“I wish I didn’t hate you,” she whispered. 

Billy didn’t answer. (Y/N) took a step closer. The floor was moving, and her head was buzzing, pure white noise in her ears. She wasn’t thinking. She was moving, acting out of instinct. 

And then her lips were on his. Soft, warm lips over his cold, plump ones. 

Oh how he wished she didn’t hate him, too.