simmer down - chapter two
billy hargrove x hagan!oc
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warning: 18+ minors dni, smut, tiddie fucking, p in v, oc x steve, slow burn
summary: Gina has it easy being Tommy’s little sister. A spot with the cool crowd. Invites to all the parties. Everything she could ever want. But it seems to be more a burden when the new guy from California shows up and becomes best friends with her brother. At least she has Steve, or does she?
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Gina wore the outfit Carol picked out. She paired it with the fancy cropped leather jacket her parents had bought her for Christmas. She’d painstakingly curled her chestnut hair with her butane powered curling iron. She had to wake a whole hour earlier to do so. It was a lot of work to go through for a boy, but Gina was determined to catch Billy’s attention. She even wore foundation makeup, which hid the majority of her freckles and she spent too long doing her winged eyeliner. She had to skip breakfast but she hoped it was a worthy sacrifice.
When she gets downstairs, she’s glad she catches her parents before they leave. She bounces on her tip toes and makes big doe eyes at her mother, “Can you schedule me an appointment at the salon? I need my hair permed again.”
Her mother smiles, “Of course, sweetie. You look pretty.”
“Thanks,” Gina beams.
Tommy snorts, shoveling a spoonful of his cereal into his mouth. “She’s trying to impress my new friend,” he says around the Wheaties.
“Shut up!” Gina groans and her mother gives her a knowing look.
“That kid with the Camaro?” their dad asks, “He seems like a good kid. Very respectful.”
“You two should ask him over for dinner. I’d like to get to know him,” their mom says, double checking her briefcase.
“He’s joining the basketball team,” Tommy adds, standing from the table to dispose of his bowl in the sink.
“What’s his name again?” their dad asks.
“Billy Hargrove,” Gina says with a dreamy smile and Tommy smacks the back of her head.
“Thomas Michael Hagan! Do not hit your sister,” their mother scolds.
Tommy mocks her, swinging his backpack over his shoulder as their little sister wanders into the kitchen. Gina double checks the small girls braids. She’d done them last night before bed and wants to make sure they’re not too messy from sleep.
“Invite that nice young man over for dinner,” their mom repeats, “I’ll make shepherds pie.”
“Yeah, I will, mom,” Tommy says exasperatedly and he ushers Gina out the door, tugging her by her backpack.
She climbs into the front seat and Tommy does the same in the drivers side, he turns the key in the ignition but before he shifts any gears, he turns to his sister and she meets his intense gaze. It’s a look he hasn’t given her before and if she’s honest, it scares her a bit.
“I told you he’s off-limits,” he tells her sternly.
Gina swallows the lump in her throat, “I’m… I know. I wasn’t wearing this to impress him.”
Her voice is shaky and she hopes Tommy can’t pick up on the obvious lie. She wonders if Carol talked to him last night. While she did consider Carol to be her best friend, she wouldn’t put it past her to tell Tommy their plan.
“Don’t fuck this up. I want to be his friend,” he continues, “I don’t have a guy friend to do cool stuff with anymore. Since the shit with Steve, I just hang out with you and Carol and no offense, you guys aren’t that fun.”
“You don’t think your girlfriend is fun?” Gina scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
Tommy groans, shoving the gear shift in reverse before looking behind him as he pulls out of the driveway. “I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t go telling her I said that,” he retorts. “I just mean, I get bored doing whatever the hell you two wanna do.”
Gina sighs, shaking her head, “I get it. I don’t like Billy, okay?”
“It’s not a matter of if you like him, just don’t try to sleep with him,” Tommy replies, turning on the stereo to cut their conversation short.
Gina doesn’t mind, though. Sometimes her and Tommy got along so well and then other times, she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him. When they pick Carol up and Gina moves to the backseat, it’s like the conversation never even happened at all. Carol’s ranting about her parents the whole drive to school, not even sensing the tension between the Hagan siblings. As they pull into the parking lot, Gina sees Billy leaned against the side of his Camaro, talking to Tina. It makes her heart sink a bit but she remembers quickly that Tina doesn’t listen to the same music as him. Maybe it’s silly but she thinks it gives her an upper hand.
Gina doesn’t head over to Billy and Tina right away. Due to the conversation with her brother, she hangs back and pretends to be looking for something in her backpack. While she’s doing so, Steve pulls up and parks beside Tommy’s car. He’s alone and he looks forlorn, turning his car off and sinking into the seat. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. She’s tempted to open the passenger door and sink in beside him, try her best to comfort him. However, she’s sure he’d tell her to get lost. Her eyes follow the curve of his nose down to his lips and she gets lost in memories of how it felt to kiss them. Then Steve lifts his head and opens his eyes, meeting her gaze.
Steve lifts his hand and waves, a small smile spreading across his lips. Gina’s sure she’s blushing as she waves back and pulls her backpack over her shoulders before turning to walk towards her group of friends. Tina’s excitedly talking to Carol and Tommy’s showing Billy a sports magazine. Gina’s fingers play with the strap of her backpack as she takes her place next to Carol, replaying the small moment she’d just had with Steve over and over in her head. She thinks it means something. An acknowledgment from him was all she’d been wanting for months now.
“What are you smiling about?” Billy asks as he kicks against her shoe, their eyes meeting.
“Nothing,” Gina replies, her smile not faltering.
Her stomach is full of butterflies, turning her head to watch as Steve walks towards the building. She suddenly can’t wait for study hall, the whole plot of impressing Billy with her outfit has fallen by the wayside. Steve’s name dangles on the tip of her tongue, those feelings of infatuation flooding back from such a minuscule interaction.
“Ya want a cigarette?” Billy offers and when she turns to look at him again she doesn’t miss the way his eyes travel down her body and back up.
“Sure,” she shrugs, taking the Marlboro perched between his fingers.
Billy leans forward to light it for her and Gina can feel everyone’s eyes on them. Especially the narrow ones of her brother and Tina. She sinks her shoulders a bit, turning away from Billy and instead involves herself in the conversation the girls are having. Carols worried about some test and Tina’s relating. Gina is suddenly reminded that next year she won’t have the security of her friend group. They’re all seniors. Come this June, they’ll be free of Hawkins High and onto whatever awaits them next. Tommy and Carol have plans to attend school out of state. Gina’s not too excited to assimilate into another group. She’s scared of being lonely.
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Steve smiles up at Gina when she walks into study hall and takes her seat. Unintentionally, her effort in getting ready this morning has clearly caught his attention. She smiles back at him before opening up her backpack and pulling out her binder, shuffling through the pages to get started on her math homework. Steve’s eyes are burning holes into the side of her face. She’s happy about it but she still feels shy so she untucks her hair from behind her ear and lets it fall against her cheek. She wonders what this means. Perhaps Steve and Nancy are broken up now.
A note is tossed on her desk, coming from Steve’s direction. When she turns to look at him, he stretches his arms up and fakes a yawn, not looking nearly as inconspicuous as he’s trying to. Gina’s cheeks hurt from the smile spreading across her lips and she’s pretty sure she hasn’t stopped blushing since she walked in the classroom. Her fingers unfold the paper to see Steve’s messy handwriting scrawling out the simple message next to a smiley face:
Hi
Gina chews on the end of her pencil as she reads it, glancing up to see Steve tapping his fingers against the top of his desk. This is more than an acknowledgment, it’s a conversation. Tingles run up her legs, her heart beating a little faster as she reads it over again. Her pencil meets the paper, jotting down her reply.
Hey
She carefully folds it back up, darting her eyes to their teacher. He’s focused on whatever he’s working on at his desk. Since the coast is clear, she slides the note back to Steve before trying to get back to her homework but the numbers don’t hold her attention for long as she eagerly awaits his reply. Out of her peripheral, she sees Steve writing on the note before folding it back up and passing it to her.
How have you been? Missed you.
Gina’s heart about jumps out of her throat, her stomach flipping as she focuses on the last two words of his reply. Possibilities of the implications race through her mind. Did Steve miss her in the way she missed him? Was this friendly or romantic? She’s got to play it safe and assume it’s friendly so as to not embarrass herself. Gina writes back:
Bored. Missed you too.
Steve’s fingers brush hers as she passes him the paper back, their eyes meeting and Gina recognizes the glint in his brown ones. Steve is flirting. It’s very safe to assume Nancy is no longer his girlfriend, at least Gina thinks so. Unless her attempt to get Billy’s attention inadvertently caught Steve’s. Which was odd, Gina didn’t show up looking like a completely different person. Steve had seen her dolled up plenty of times before. Maybe Nancy and Jonathon really had something going on.
Steve tosses the note back, lounges back in his desk a bit and glances up at the clock.
Me too. We should get together soon. Do something fun.
Suppressing the excited giggles rising up her throat proves to be a difficult task as a few of them escape. Gina blushes an even deeper shade of red, quickly covering the note with her homework as their teacher snaps his head up to look at her. She quickly purses her lips and pretends to be mulling over her math problems, scribbling circles on the margins of the page.
“I don’t need to remind you all that study hall isn’t a free period,” the teacher announces, “Keep quiet and do your work.”
Gina couldn’t do her work even if she really, really wanted to. Steve’s at the forefront of her mind now. She imagines all the things they could do for fun, each scenario leads to a familiar excitement between her legs and she actually has to cross them for a bit of relief. After a few minutes have passed, Gina uncovers the note and writes in her best cursive:
Sure, I’d like that.
She meticulously folds it back up and slides it back on Steve’s desk. He quickly scrawls out his reply and hands it back over. Gina unfolds it slowly, checking to make sure the teacher hasn’t turned his attention back to her.
I’ll let you know when, babe.
Gina bites her lip to make sure no more excited sounds bubble out of her. After she’s folded the note back up, she tosses it into her backpack and spends the next excruciating twenty minutes daydreaming about the brunette boy next to her while failing at solving the rest of the problems on her worksheet. The bell rings finally, alerting the class that it’s lunch time and Gina starts putting her things away. Steve stands before her, puts his palm on her desk and smiles down at her. He looks so handsome in his jeans and pressed polo, the collar sticking up over his Member’s Only jacket.
“I’ll see you around, Gina,” he purrs and it takes everything in the freckled girl to not melt into a puddle on the seat.
Her voice is a dreamy whisper when she replies, “See you, Steve.”
His fingertips tap against her desk before he turns and walks out of the classroom, leaving her a little breathless and unbelievably elated. Steve Harrington wants to hang out with her again. It’s almost like she’s dreaming, she considers pinching herself to confirm she’s not. Gina’s practically dancing through the halls as she makes her way to her locker. She wonders if Steve will take her on a proper date this time. Every time they hung out before were under different implications, either Tommy was around or they were having sex. She hopes this time will be different.
By the time she makes it to the parking lot, everyone’s already gathered around Billy. Tina is curled into his side but Gina is quite literally so ecstatic that she can’t find it in herself to care. She’s getting Steve back, she’s so sure of it that the crush on Billy has slipped to the back of her mind. All she can think of is how soft Steve’s hair is, all the moles that scatter across his body and the way it felt when he kissed her. Steve, Steve, Steve. She’s basically chanting his name in her head. And the worst part is she couldn’t speak his name into existence around her friends. At least, not unless it was attached to an insult.
“Hey, Gina,” Billy greets in his low drawl, smirking lopsided. Just this morning that would’ve had her knees shaking but now, it reads as friendly.
“Hi, guys,” she chirps, “What’s up?”
“Billy joined the basketball team,” Tommy announces, beaming so bright it’s a little uncomfortable. Gina wonders why he’s so excited. Then she’s reminded about Carol’s comment about Tommy wanting Billy all to himself and Gina can’t bring herself to look at her brother.
“Very rad,” she muses, craning her head to look for the stupid boy she can’t get out of her head. She’s curious as to what Steve’s doing for lunch if he isn’t dating Nancy anymore. He never had trouble making friends but she doesn’t see him hang out with anyone besides Nancy these days. Aside from the group of middle schoolers he babysits.
They used to all sit in the cafeteria until Billy came around. The blonde doesn’t each lunch, ever. All he does is chain smoke during the hour. In fact, Gina realizes she’s never seen Billy eat but she knows he has to eat quite a bit for him to have muscles like he does. The new routine isn’t one she likes to much, she’s always starving when she gets home from school. Tommy is too. They started raiding the fridge and pantry as soon as they get through the door. However, Gina is pocketing the lunch money their parents give her and that’s been a nice bonus.
“Can’t wait to see him on the court,” Tommy continues, “He’s gonna devour Harrington.”
And there it is. Gina shouldn’t be shocked, Tommy can’t go an hour without shit talking his former best friend.
“Speaking of that,” Carol butts in, “Who’s all betting on him and Wheeler being over?”
“I have five on it,” Tommy snorts.
Tina giggles, “I’ll bet ten that they’ll get back together before the week is over.”
God, Gina hopes that isn’t the case. She also has some insight they don’t. Steve’s note is burning a hole in her backpack. She desperately wants to show it to someone, but it wouldn’t be received well. In fact, it’s guaranteed that Gina would be the only one to feel positive about it. And as much as she loves these assholes, that’s what they are— assholes. No doubt they’ll twist it and make Gina second guess Steve’s advances.
“Who fucking cares?” Billy seethes around his Marlboro, “Harrington’s love life is a bore. This place must fucking suck for each and every one of you to have such a vested interest in it.”
That’s one thing Gina’s noticed and liked about Billy; his disdain for gossip. Which is funny because that’s all her friends do. She’s guilty of it herself because well, the Californian is spot on. Hawkins is so dull that there’s not much else to talk about besides the people in it. The group kind of mumbles in agreement though it’s all a show for the new guy.
“And you know what I’ve noticed? Gina’s the only person who doesn’t talk about the guy,” he continues and all eyes fall on her.
Gina’s red cheeks are back, though in utter embarrassment. Thank god Billy can’t read minds because then he’d know that Steve is all she thinks about.
Tommy cackles, “That’s because she’s had a crush on him since she was like ten.”
“Shut up,” Gina fumes, smacking her brothers arm, “I do not.”
Billy’s eyebrows are raised as he looks at the small girl amused, “No shit?”
“I don’t not have a crush on Steve,” she defends herself and it’s true. It’s not a crush, she’s full blown in love with him.
“Tommy, you’re such an asshole,” Carol scolds, hooking her arm with Gina as she guides her away from the group but making sure to shove her shoulder against her boyfriends on the way.
Once they’re out of earshot, Carol continues, “Sometimes I have no idea why I love your brother. He’s the fucking worst.”
Gina swallows back the tears and hates herself for how easily it is to make her cry. She lets Carol drag her back to the cafeteria, they grab a small lunch each and Gina is eternally grateful she has Carol. They sit down at a table and Gina heaves a huge sigh.
“I hate him so much,” she complains, cracking open her Coke before shoving a straw into it. “That was so embarrassing.”
“I’m sorry,” Carol frowns, opening her pudding and shoveling a mouthful. “Tina’s really digging her claws into Billy anyways. Let them run their course and then make your move.”
Maybe the crush on Billy isn’t entirely dissolved, she was mortified with him finding out about her infatuation with Steve. Gina shakes her head, “I don’t want Billy.”
Carol rolls her eyes, “Oh, shut up. We all want him.”
Gina opens her bag of chips carefully and raises both her eyebrows at Carol, “Why don’t you dump Tommy and go for him then?”
The older girl heaves a sigh, resting her head on her hand as she looks at Gina, “Unfortunately, I love him.”
“Do you think you’ll marry Tommy?” she asks before munching on a handful of the Lay’s.
Carol giggles then, her face reddening at the thought and Gina’s happy for them. They really do love each other. It’s pretty gross.
“Hi,” the familiar voice catches Gina off guard, her and Carol look up to see Steve standing at the edge of the table, holding tightly onto his lunch tray.
A deep blush rises up Gina’s neck to her cheeks, staring up at big, dark eyes and a hesitant smile. Steve’s alone. It must feel awful given he’s walked up to Gina and well, Carol of all people. But he doesn’t glance to the redhead, keeps his eyes firm on Gina’s light brown ones. Of course, the older girl is shooting him daggers.
“What do you want, Harrington?” she seethes, mouth turned in disgust.
“Do you wanna join us?” Gina asks, voice sweet to offset Carol’s harsh tone.
“If that’s okay,” Steve replies, a little shy and still acting as if Carol isn’t there.
Gina nods, scooting further down the bench to accommodate the lanky brunette. Steve sits next to her, their thighs touching. The freckled girl sips her coke while she look’s curiously towards Carol. She seems amused and a little confused. She kicks Gina under the table and then stands.
“I’m gonna go find Tommy. See you after school?”
Gina nods, smiling wide, “Okay, sounds good.”
Once Carol stalks off, Steve heaves a sigh, “Well Carol still hates me.”
Gina giggles and offers, “I don’t.”
It almost looks like Steve is blushing, his cheeks swollen with the smile spread across his lips and he shakes his head. “For which I’m very grateful. I was kind of… a dickhead.”
Gina doesn’t want Steve to know how heartbroken she actually was from his departure. Always trying to be the cool girl, the one with no feelings and just a desire to have a good time. Something bred within her and Tommy, the biggest need to fit in and be liked. Their parents instilled in them how important it was to not stand out, do good in school, not catch too much attention.
“Yeah,” Gina breathes out, “I get it, though. I’m not mad at you.”
Steve smiles at her, offering the other cookie from his lunch while he bites down on one. Gina takes it with a grin, biting into the sweetness and holding her hand out to catch the crumbs falling from it. Steve looks at her with this intense, contended gaze. It makes her skin crawl in the best way, she likes his eyes on her. Gina likes attention, it’s a fault at most times. That’s why she has such a hard time saying no, always eager to please.
“How’s gymnastics?” Steve asks, suddenly.
Gina flushes, remembering how Steve used to go to all her meets and cheer her on. She always tried a little harder when he was there.
“Oh, I quit,” she says after swallowing the cookie, tucking her curly hair behind her ear.
“You did?” Steve’s eyes widen, in disbelief. Gina had been doing gymnastics since she was six years old. The Harrington’s paid for it until her parents could afford to. Barbara used to take her to the meets, Steve and Tommy in tow when her parents were too busy working. Gina was unbelievably competitive, she would cry if she came in second place. Gymnastics was her life for the longest time. She worked really hard to excel at it. When she wanted to quit, her parents were pissed.
She nods, reaching for her soda again, “I joined the cheerleading team. So I’ll be cheering you on during games.”
“You’ll be the best cheerleader with all that training,” Steve replies, stars in his eyes and it takes everything in Gina to not touch him. Her fingers tense, pressed firmly on her thigh.
“I’m a flyer,” she brags, “I’m not as tiny as Chrissy, but I can land just as good.”
“Probably better,” Steve compliments, “I remember going to all your meets. You always got first.”
“And when I didn’t, I’d throw a fit,” Gina reminisces, giggling in embarrassment.
Steve nods, chuckling with it, “You worked really hard.”
“So, maybe tomorrow we can hang out after school?” Gina offers, biting her lip.
“Yeah, my parents are in New York. For the month,” he explains, looking just a bit forlorn.
Steve used to brag about how he was always home alone, but Gina always figured he got lonely and that’s why he used to invite her, Tommy and Carol over everyday. She knew how reserved Nancy was, could only imagine that Steve spent more time alone than with her. For a good few months, Gina was over at the Harrington’s every day. She’d made out with Steve on practically every piece of furniture in his house and thinking about it now, she has to squeeze her thighs together. She recalls one time they’d made love on the piano displayed in the living room. It was a bit awkward, but nevertheless got her aroused to think of. She wonders if Nancy would let Steve take her anywhere or if she only let him have sex in bed. Gina wonders if her and Nancy are similar at all. She doubts it.
“Okay. I’ll come over after school,” Gina smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Cool,” Steve nods, stealing a chip from Gina. She wants to ask Steve about Nancy but she doesn’t.
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“Is that boy coming over?” Gina’s mom asks after Tommy and Gina walk through the door.
“Yeah,” Tommy says, “He’s gotta watch his sister until his parents get home, then he’ll be over.”
Gina completely missed that conversation and within the excitement of Steve finally acknowledging her again, she forgot Billy was supposed to come over for dinner.
“I’m gonna do my homework,” she mumbles, rushing to her room and shutting the door behind her. She drops her backpack on her bed and fishes through it for the note from Steve. Gina’s fingertips smooth over it, the butterflies in her stomach swirling around fast. It’s a little pathetic on her part, how easily she’s back wrapped around his finger. She throws herself on her bed and lets out a fit of giggles, holding the note close to her chest. She reads their conversation over and over as she begins imagine what they’ll do tomorrow. The mention of his parents being out of town gives you a slight indication, but she wonders if Steve will be different, now. Maybe Nancy sparked something in him and now he’s romantic. Gina hopes he asks her to be his girlfriend and she knows how foolish that is, because him and Nancy just broke up. But maybe Steve missed her. Maybe he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
After an hour or so of daydreaming, she lifts herself from the bed and files through her records. She pulls out Fire of Unknown Origin by Blue Öyster Cult and puts it on the record player, dropping the needle down and turning the volume up. She opens her closet up, delicately picking out her outfit tomorrow and lying it out on the chair in the corner of her room. She picks a turquoise shirt with white stripes and a white tennis skirt while imagining how she’ll style her hair and makeup. However, a particular blonde crosses her mind and she turns her eyes back to her closet. Just because she’s got the promise of Steve doesn’t mean she can’t look cute for Billy. She can’t help but wanting to catch his attention.
Settling on a pair of comfy, cheer shorts and leaving her Metallica shirt on, Gina sits at her vanity and begins touching up her makeup. It wasn’t too bad, but it did need to be freshened up. After, she reaches for a scrunchie and ties her hair up in a messy ponytail, making sure to pull a few pieces out to frame her face. The goal is to look effortless while actually putting the effort it. Gina grabs her bottle of cherry almond scented lotion and rubs it into her legs and arms. She glances at her alarm clock. It’s almost five thirty. Billy should be over soon. She grabs a copy of Cosmo and travels to read it in the living room.
An article about how to get your man’s attention is particularly enthralling. Gina takes notes mentally. Be mysterious, make lots of eye contact and laugh at their jokes. She hums, thinking about how Steve often makes her laugh. He’s very funny.
When she’s about halfway through the magazine, the doorbell rings. She remains calm, doesn’t jolt up from the couch to answer it like she desperately wants to. Besides, she can hear her mom answer the door and greet Billy.
“Billy, right?”
“That’s right. Nice to see you, Mrs. Hagan.”
“Please, call me Kathryn. Come on in.”
“Thank you, Kathryn.”
Billy walks into the living room, peeks over the couch at Gina and drawls out, “Cosmo, huh? Anything juicy?”
“Hi, Billy,” she says without looking up. Mysterious.
“Tommy’s in his bedroom,” her mom tells him before trailing back in the kitchen. “Dinner will be done soon.”
Billy reaches forward and grabs onto Gina’s ankle, jostling her playfully and then winks as he descends down the hall. Her breath catches her throat, flipping into her back as she stares up at the ceiling. Tries to ignore the tingling feeling where his fingers just were, closes her eyes and pictures Steve’s face. It works okay until she hears her brother’s obnoxious laugh, muffled by walls but loud enough to hear in the living room. She opens her eyes again and sighs, sitting up and wandering into the kitchen.
“Do you need help?” she asks her mom.
“Sure, sweetie,” Kathryn smiles warmly, “You can go ahead and set the table.
Gina nods, walking over to the cabinet and carefully grabs six plates. She carries them to the table and places them in their designated spots, realizing the usually empty seat is right across from her. She’ll be staring at Billy for the duration of their meal. Awesome. She tears off six squares of paper towels and lays them out. Next, Gina collects the silverware and places a fork next to each plate. She retrieves two wine glasses, sets them in front of her parents plates before grabbing three glasses and then Bridgette’s special plastic cup with cartoon characters decorating it. She fills Bridgette’s cup with milk and then fills the other glasses with juice.
Just then her dad walks into the kitchen, kissing her cheek and then her mothers.
“How was school today, sweetheart?” he asks.
“It was good. I’m going to stay late tomorrow to work on a project for science class,” she explains, chewing on her lower lip while she hopes it doesn’t sound like she’s lying.
“Alight, honey,” her dad smiles and turns to his wife, “Smells good. Almost ready?”
“All done,” Kathryn nods, “Gina, go grab your brother and his friend.”
Gina waits until she turns away to scrunch her face up, unsure why she’s suddenly so nervous. Once she gets close to Tommy’s bedroom, she hikes her shorts up just a smidge. Her knuckles wrap against the door, her stomach fills with butterflies as she opens it up and peeks in to see Billy and Tommy lying very still on their backs on his bed.
“What are you guys doing?” she asks, tilting her head.
Billy has his hands on his chest and Tommy’s are in fists by his sides. It looks weird. Even weirder when Tommy sits up and Gina sees his cheeks are flushed, hiding his freckles.
“Nothing,” Tommy says, “What do you want?”
Gina glances at Billy, as he remains on his back. She almost wishes she hadn’t knocked and just barged in to see what they were doing.
“Dinner’s done,” she narrows her eyes at Tommy. She’ll be sure to ask him once Billy leaves.
“Okay,” Tommy says, “We’ll be right out.”
Gina opens the door wider and leans against the frame, “You guys look suspicious. What are you hiding?”
Tommy reaches for a pillow and chucks it at her, “Get out. We’ll be out soon.”
“If you guys have grass and you’re holding out, I’m gonna be pissed,” she whispers, picking the pillow up and throws it back at him before retreating back. She heads to her sisters room, smiling at the small girl as she rearranges her stuffed animals on her bed.
“Bridgette, it’s time to eat,” Gina smiles and the little brunette hops up to her feet.
She slaps Gina’s leg as she runs passed her, “Tag, you’re it!”
Gina goes to chase her but Billy’s exiting Tommy’s room and she almost collides into him. He grabs her wrist and hip to catch her, chuckling softly as their eyes meet.
“Careful,” he says lowly, “Ya almost took me out.”
“Yeah, well…” Gina taps his chest and runs passed him, calling back, “Tag! Billy’s it!”
Billy walks into the dining room casually, eyebrows raised as he watches Gina round the table and hide behind her younger sister, the both of them giggling. He pouts at them, “No fair. I didn’t even know we were playing tag.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” Gina grins, using Bridgette as a human shield.
“What’s fun?” Tommy asks when he finally makes an appearance.
Billy pats his shoulder, “Tag— and you’re it.”
Tommy just rolls his eyes before sitting in his seat, reaching for his glass of juice and taking a big gulp. Gina notices his cheeks aren’t as flushed but his lips look swollen. Her stomach turns suddenly, wondering if her suspicion are true. Maybe Carol was right all along. She quickly pushes the thoughts aside, feeling sick at the thought of her brother kissing Billy.
“Tommy doesn’t play tag,” Bridgette complains as she sits in her chair, pushing her hair out of her face. Gina walks behind her, pulling her hair up and ties with the the hair-tie from her wrist. Then she sits in her seat, watching as Billy sits across from her.
“Thanks for dinner, Kathryn,” Billy smiles, “I appreciate it. Bless my step moms heart but she’s not the best cook.”
“Oh, well you’re welcome to join us whenever you’d like,” Kathryn smiles at the blonde.
“My mommy’s the best at cooking,” Bridgette beams, “She makes me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for school.”
“I bet,” Billy smiles, picking up his fork. “Do you guys say grace or?”
Their dad laughs, “Nope. We’re a godless house. Go ahead and dig in.”
“If you say grace, we can,” Kathryn says, always wanting her guests to feel at home.
“Oh, we do at my house but that’s my dad’s thing,” Billy explains, his cheeks a little pink suddenly. “I just didn’t want to be rude.”
The Hagan patriarchy chuckles again, “Rude? You’ve met my kids. Hard to surprise me anymore.”
“I’m not rude!” Bridgette whines.
“So, Gina,” Kathryn changes the subject, “Who are you working on this science project with?”
Gina swallows the lump in her throat. She was hoping they wouldn’t bring it up in front of her brother and Billy. Even though she was gonna repeat the same lie to them tomorrow. She shrugs, waving her hand, “Some kids from my class. We’re just gonna work in the library.”
“You’re gonna walk home then,” Tommy mumbles with his mouth full. His mom shoots him daggers across the table.
“The car came with the responsibility of driving your sister around, Tommy. You’ll pick her up,” their dad says, reaching for his glass of wine.
“I’ll get a ride from someone, it’s fine,” Gina insists, “I don’t know when we’ll be done anyways.”
“You know your curfew,” Kathryn says.
Gina nods, finally lifting her eyes to Billy and noticing he’s staring right at her. Her skin feels warm as she wills herself not to blush. His eyes are so intense but she likes them on her.
“Oh and I have cheer practice this week, but it’s the same time as basketball practice,” Gina adds, still looking up at Billy.
“I heard you joined the team, Billy. You play before?” their dad asks.
Billy turns to look at him, “Yeah. Back home, I played basketball and baseball.”
“We actually have a chance this year,” Tommy adds, beaming from ear to ear.
“You competitive, Billy?”
“Yeah, I don’t like to lose,” Billy says with a laugh.
“Gina’s like that. She was a gymnast for ten years,” Kathryn smiles at her daughter, “Placed at least second every meet, if she didn’t win.”
“Yeah,” Tommy snorts, “And she’d throw the biggest tantrum is she didn’t get first. Water works, stomping around, the whole nine yards.”
Gina rolls her eyes, “I did not.” She did.
“You were a gymnast?” Billy asks, an amused look on his face. “Why’d you stop?”
“I wanted to join cheer. The schedules conflicted,” she shrugs, “If I don’t like it, I’ll join gymnastics again.”
“Win any trophies?” he asks, and it feels like they’re the only two people at the table. Her heart flutters as she pushes her food around her plate with her fork.
“A couple,” she shrugs again.
“She has a whole bunch in her room!” Bridgette exclaims, bouncing in her seat.
Billy laughs, turning his attention to the younger girl, “Do you play any sports?”
“I’m in tumbling,” she says proudly, “That’s how Gina started. I’m gonna get a bunch of trophies like her.”
“Very cool,” Billy smiles at her.
“Do you have any trophies?” Bridgette asks.
“Mhm,” Billy hums as he chews his food, swallowing before answering her, “I have a couple for surfing.”
“Surfing?!” Bridgette squeals, eyes wide, “Like in the ocean?!”
“Yep,” Billy tells her, “I used to live right by the ocean.”
“I didn’t know you surfed,” Gina says, surprised.
Billy nods, “Can’t do it here. But yeah, I used to go out every morning at like four to surf before school and then during summers, couldn’t keep me away from the ocean. I started when I was eight years old.”
“The ocean scares me,” Kathryn admits, “So vast. So unexplored.”
Billy frowns, “Huh. Yeah, plus sharks and stuff. But in my experience sharks are pretty laid back.”
“You’ve seen a shark?” Bridgette gapes at the older boy.
Billy grins wide, “Yeah. I used to pet them.”
“And they don’t bite you?” she looks at him alarmed, almost like she can’t believe him.
“Nope. Well, not the ones I pet. But some of them bite,” he tells her. “I saw a lot of Leopard sharks. They’re harmless. But we had Great White sharks out there and those ones are mean. I didn’t see them often, though.”
“How do you not run away when you see them?” Bridgette wonders, her eyebrows knit together.
Billy tilts his head, “If you act calm, they don’t bother you. If I tried to get away really fast, they might come after me.”
“I’m not going to touch a shark,” she says, “I don’t want to get bit. Have you been stung by a jelly fish?”
Billy smiles at her. He’s got this sweet look on his face that makes Gina a little smitten, seeing this bad boy facade kind of fall while he talks to her baby sister is the cutest thing. She thinks Billy would be a good dad and then goes down this short spiral of daydreaming about having a baby with him. Clearly Tommy can read her face because her kicks her under the table.
“I have, actually. My friend had to pee on me,” Billy tells her while scrunching up his face.
“Ew! Why?”
“I don’t know. We heard you had to do that,” Billy says, “But I think it just made it worse.”
Bridgette giggles, “And it’s gross.”
“It was gross,” he agrees.
“I’ve never been to the ocean,” Gina admits.
Her mother sighs, “One day, you will. We’re due for a vacation soon. I’m thinking Disney world.”
Bridgette gets excited, starts begging her parents to go. Their dad sighs, “See what you’ve done, Kathryn.”
—
Gina’s cleaning up after dinner. Her parents are enjoying glasses of wine on the back patio and Bridgette is watching a movie in the living room. Billy wanders into the kitchen, leans against the counter.
“Need help?”
Gina smiles at him, “I’m just about done. I always have dish duty.”
“Me too, usually,” Billy admits, “Kind of weird not to.”
“Enjoy it while you can,” Gina tells him as she scrubs the last pan with the sudsy sponge.
“So, you’re pretty flexible, then?”
“Excuse me?” Gina turns to him as her face erupts in red.
“Well, being a gymnast and all… you’ve got to be flexible to do that,” Billy explains, smirking at the younger girl.
Gina gapes at him, his tone and eyes seem to indicate that he’s flirting yet she can’t bring herself to believe it to be true. So she doesn’t really know how to respond to him. If Tommy hadn’t told her to back off and if Billy wasn’t so goddamn handsome, she’d flirt back easily. But she just… can’t.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so. I was kind of gunning for the Olympics but well, I don’t know if I’m that good,” she explains a little sheepishly.
Billy bites his lip, nods at her slowly before he tells her, “You’ll have to show me sometime.”
Gina smiles awkwardly at him, “I think I’ll be doing some stuff for cheer. I’m a flyer, so they’re gonna be throwing me up in the air to do flips.”
“Guess I’ll see it then,” he muses, “Can I see your trophies?”
Her stomach flips, thinking about Billy being in her room.
“Uh, sure…” she sets down the last pan to dry and nods towards her room, “They’re just on a bookshelf in my room.”
She trails down the hallway until she gets to her bedroom, slowly opening the door and scanning her eyes across the room like it’s the first time she’s seeing it. Wonders what Billy will think of it. Her carpet is a dusty rose pink and her wallpaper is floral stripes, daisies and roses. She’s got a full size bed pushed up against the wall on the right side, a white frame with pink and white floral bedding. Her nightstand is white as well, has a pretty pink and blue dolphin lamp on it next to her alarm clock and the latest romance novel she’s picked up. Next to her nightstand is her matching vanity, where all her hair products, makeup and perfumes are displayed delicately. Her walls are decorated with posters, mostly bands she likes but a couple of framed prints her mother picked out as well. Across from her bed is her dresser, her record player on top of it and next to that is her bookshelf. The first two top shelves meticulously display her trophies, the middle one stores her books and the bottom two keep her records and cassettes.
“Interesting,” Billy says, sounding amused.
“What?” Gina asks, suddenly really nervous.
Billy shrugs, “It’s very pink. I thought it would be different.”
He’s thought about her room. Gina tries not to bounce on her feet in excitement.
“What did you think it’d be like?”
“Well, you listen to metal… so more… that,” he chuckles and Gina laughs with him.
“Oh… well, here’s my trophies,” she gestures to the bookshelf.
“I thought they said you threw fits if you got second,” Billy mumbles, fingertips grazing the pieces of plastic, “All of these are first place.”
“Well, I’m not gonna display that I lost,” she explains, her cheeks hearing up, “Those are in the garage.”
“Ha,” he scoffs as he squats down to look at her records, “but you’ll display this?” He pulls out an album, flipping it to show Gina. The Go-Go’s.
“I like that album,” she frowns, bending down next to him as he slides it back in.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Billy whispers, looking up at her with a glint in his eyes, “but I like it too.”
“You really do have good taste then,” she giggles.
Just then, her door swings open and Tommy bursts through.
“What’re you doing?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“Billy wanted to see my trophies,” Gina explains, standing up as Billy does.
“Well, I better get back home,” he checks his watch, “Curfew.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Tommy insists.
“I’ll see you later,” Billy says on his way out, before Tommy follows him, he turns to Gina with narrowed eyes.
—
Steve’s house is quiet as the two of them walk in the door. He leads her up the stairs and to his very familiar bedroom. She drops her backpack on the floor and looks up at him, expectantly. Steve smiles, walks towards his bed and sits on it.
“Make yourself at home,” he says.
Gina smiles awkwardly back at him, walking towards the bed and sitting beside him. It’s kind of strange being so close to Steve again. Gina feels eager, has to keep her fingers busy fussing with her skirt so she doesn’t push him back down on the bed and straddle him.
“So,” Steve says, but doesn’t continue. Instead he just looks from Gina’s eyes to her lips.
“So,” she parrots.
Steve cracks a grin, moves his fingers forward and tucks Gina’s hair behind her ear. The shell of her ear tingles from the touch and she drops her eyes down to his lips. He bites his lower one, let’s his fingers ghost the supple skin of Gina’s cheeks.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, still smiling at her.
“Steve,” she whines, raising her hands to cover her face.
He grips her wrists as he laughs, pulling her hands down, “I mean it. I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” she admits shyly, looking back up to meet his big brown eyes.
“You don’t hate me?”
“I could never hate you,” she promises, her heart skips a beat as he links their fingers together.
“Yeah?” Steve whispers, scooting closer to her. Gina nods at him.
Then Steve leans in, ghosting his lips over Gina’s. He seems like he’s hesitant, like he thinks she’ll push him away. So she lets go of his hands and grips onto his shirt, pulls him close so their lips finally collide. Steve’s hands shoot up to hold Gina’s face, he makes the softest little moan against her plush lips and she can’t help but squirm at it. His tongue grazes her lower lip, Gina parts her lips instantly to allow him entrance. Her thighs tingle as their tongues meet. Kissing Steve was always her favorite. She found no other boy could kiss like him. The way it made her head swim was addictive.
He lays her back on the bed, situating himself between her thighs as he deepens the kiss. It’s urgent, desperate. Gina clings on to his polo like she’s scared he’s gonna float away. His nose bumps against hers, causing them both to smile into the open mouthed kiss. He lowers his hand down and starts feeling Gina up through her bra and shirt, squeezing softly. She hooks her leg over his waist, pulling him even closer.
Usually, Gina would be content to lay here for hours just kissing Steve but it’s been so long since she’s had him and she’s pretty eager for more. She pulls his shirt over his head, breaking the kiss for just a second and then smoothing her hands over his chest. While they continue kissing, Steve kicks off his Nike’s and they land to his floor with a dull thud. Gina takes that as her cue and does the same, but hooking her leg back over him when she finishes. Steve pushes her shirt up, exposing her bra to him and he lowers his head to place delicate kisses over the curve of her breast. Gina gasps out, hooking her fingers in his soft hair. Steve sucks a pretty sizable bruise into her cleavage before pulling her bra cup down enough to get his lips around her hardened nipple. Gina’s particularly sensitive there and her back involuntarily arches at the feeling.
“A-ah, Steve!” she moans out, eyes fluttering shut.
He swirls his tongue around it before sucking it back between his lips. She pulls on his hair, rolling her hips up against him. He grinds back, giving the tiniest bit of friction with his jeans. Gina gasps out as Steve flicks his tongue against her nipple before he’s pulling away. He pulls her shirt over her head and she sits up a bit so he can unclasp her bra and pull it down her arms. He cups her breasts in his hands, pushing them together and then jiggling them as he gazes down with hungry eyes. Gina giggles, her cheeks flushed while he plays with her tits. He used to compliment them a lot, tell her they were the biggest he’d seen.
“Can I fuck your tits?” he asks, his eyes going dark as he glances back up at her.
Gina nods frantically. She’d let Steve do anything he wanted, “Please.”
He grins, pulling away to shove his pants and briefs down his legs. He straddles her middle, hand wrapped firmly around his long cock. He strokes himself a few times, squeezing his tip and then pressing his slit to her perked nipple. The coolness of his precum smearing against her sensitive bud makes Gina squirm.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she mumbles, watching the action with her eyebrows knit together.
“Mhm,” he grins, rubbing the head of his cock against her nipple a couple of times.
Then he spits in his hand, spreads the saliva over his cock and lays it between Gina’s breasts. She props herself up on her elbows, watching as Steve pushes her tits together. He rolls his hips slowly, the head of his cock appearing from the top of her cleavage. Gina giggles before sticking out her tongue, his tip meeting it with each thrust. Steve groans lowly, his hips snapping a bit harder each time.
“Jesus, Gina,” he whines, “You’re so hot.”
Eventually, Steve gets fed up and scoots up. He rubs the head of his cock against Gina’s lips so she sticks her tongue out again. He slaps the tip against her tongue and she wraps her lips around it, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Such a good girl,” he coos in a dreamy voice, pushing her hair back while he slowly thrusts into her mouth.
Gina hums around him, relaxing her throat to take his length. He’s always gentle though, doesn’t shove it too far down. Steve likes her to focus on his tip, while he squeezes the base.
“Gina,” he whines, his lips bitten pink and shiny with the way he keeps licking them.
She loves the view, staring up at him with adoration. She thinks Steve might be the prettiest boy she’s seen. Gina absolutely loves his floppy hair, his big brown eyes and the slight hook of his nose. The moles too. The two on his cheek and the two on his neck.
He pulls back, gasping as he does so. Gina licks her lips, looking up at him all doe-eyed and Steve curses, squeezing his dick.
“Gina— Christ,” he pants.
“Need you,” she begs, rolling her hips up.
Steve lowers himself to the ground, forcing Gina to sit up right to watch him. He pulls her leg warmers and socks off, grazes his fingers against her calves before pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. He reaches up, pulling her underwear down her legs. She goes to pull her skirt down but his hand stops her.
“Keep it on,” he insists, bunching it up above her waist before pressing kisses to her freckled thighs.
Her breath catches in her throat, watching him closely as he spreads her legs further apart. Steve lips dip down, pressing a kiss against her soaking cunt. She hisses when he slides his tongue up her slit. Steve’s the only one who’s ate her out. And he’s still the only person who has made her cum. He’s done it with his mouth a number of times, but his dick has been the only one big enough to reach her g-spot. So she was kind of spoiled with him being her first sexual partner. Everyone after had been incredibly disappointing, the only thing she gained from them was a quick confidence boost.
“Oh, Stevie,” she hums, knotting her fingers in his hair while he licks through her folds. “Feels so good.”
She can feel him hum against her, vibrating in the best way that has her back arching at the sensation. The feeling almost has her eyes close but she needs to watch him. He looks up at her while he does it, mouth pressed flush against her pussy and the sight is absolutely delicious. She wants to tell him how pretty he is but she thinks men don’t like being called that.
He swirls his tongue around her clit, raising his eyebrows as he does so. She whimpers for him, pushing his hair off his forehead. Her shoulders tense up, mouth hanging open while soft moans tumble out. It’s like time stops with Steve’s mouth on her. All the bad blood and history falling away. It’s like he never ditched her for Nancy in the first place. It’s like Steve loves her.
“Steve,” she preens, her thighs tightening around his head as she feels her orgasm creeping up on her. “Need you. Need you now.”
He pulls back, Gina scoots up the bed and spreads her legs for him. Steve positions himself between her thighs, kissing her deeply as he does so. God. She’s still in love with him. Gina loves him.
She clings onto him tightly, gasping into his mouth as he sheathes himself inside her. She can’t believe it’s finally happening. It’s been so long, months and months of waiting. He gets his cock about half the way inside her before he stills, the two of them panting into the kiss. Steve does that a lot, stops for seconds at a time. Gina thinks it’s because he’s trying not to cum and for some reason, that’s really sweet. All the boys after Steve didn’t care about her pleasure. She felt used afterwards. And even if Steve drives her home right after this, she’ll still be madly in love with him.
“Steve,” she moans against his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist as she pulls him the rest of the way inside.
He makes a strangled noise, moving to shove his face against her neck. It’s a stretch she’s missed dearly. A stretch her fingers or the handle of her hairbrush couldn’t replicate. Not to mention, the breath on her neck. The weight of him on top of her. She’s not sure she can go any time without this again.
Gina has to roll her hips up because Steve’s still not moving, panting into her neck and grabbing onto her elbows.
“Slow down, baby,” he grits out, “You feel so good.”
The pet name makes her walls flutter, clenching tightly onto him. He chokes out a laugh, pulling his head back as he grabs onto her jaw. Steve turns her face and plants a big, fat kiss on her cheek. It makes Gina giggle, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and squeezing him. All the desperation inside her subsides and is taken over by a warm, heavy feeling of love for Steve. She realizes she wants to take this slow, wants to savor the moment. She pushes his hair back, gazing into his eyes. He smiles down at her, she returns it.
“Missed you,” she mumbles softly, “Missed this.”
“Me too,” he admits, cupping her chin and stroking his thumb against her lips.
“You’re pretty,” she finally says.
Steve scrunches his face up before he laughs softly, “You are.”
He rolls his hips against her slowly, his tip brushing against the sensitive, spongy part deep inside her. Gina gapes, eyebrows furrowing while she whines out softly. Steve builds a languid rhythm, petting Gina’s hair with every slow thrust. They keep the eye contact, lips parted as soft moans slip out. Even Steve’s voice is pretty, almost melodic. She thinks he’s a good singer, used to tell him all the time, though that seems inappropriate now. Gina recalls a time when they got into his parents records. Steve had put on a Three Dog Night album and sang to her, trying to be silly with a cigarette between his fingers. As funny as Steve was being, he sounded good.
Suddenly, he jerks his hips abruptly against hers. Hammering against her g-spot in a mind numbing fashion. Every damn thought in her head dissolves and that neediness takes over again. Gina writhes against him, scratching down his back while squeezing her eyes shut. He builds up a quick pace, makes Gina’s eyes roll back as he cries out. Steve drags his hand down her stomach, presses the pad of his thumb against her clit. The sensation makes Gina jump, grabbing onto Steve’s shoulders when he rubs firm circles against it.
“Stevie,” she cries, moving her fingers into his hair again.
Steve pistons his hips quicker, little grunts and pants falling beautifully from his lips as he brings Gina to completion. The orgasm is almost violent, makes her yell out as it seizes through her body. Steve makes the prettiest sound, a cross between a whine and moan. Once she’s recovered enough, she presses her palms against Steve’s cheeks, looking into his eyes while he pumps his hips into her.
“Oh, Steve,” she moans, feeling the tears collecting at the corners of her eyes, “Cum for me, baby.”
Steve grunts, his face contorting in pleasure, “Where?”
Gina sticks her tongue out, meeting his intense gaze.
“Fuck,” he whines, pulling up and quickly shuffling up to straddle her chest.
Gina wraps her lips around his tip, sinks down as much as she can and hollows out her cheeks. She looks up at him with glassy, wide eyes. The brunette whines repeatedly, emptying in her mouth with his fists gripping her hair.
“Gina!” he grits out, “Fuck, fuck…”
She continues sucking, milking every bit of cum out of him. Steve collapses down beside her, breathing heavily while Gina swallows his spunk down. She giggles, turning to cuddle up against her. He pants, holding her loosely as he comes down from his high.
“God damn,” he exhales after a minute, turning to the freckled girl.
“Mmm,” she hums, leaning close to peck his lips. After a beat she bites her lip, “I need a cigarette, I think.”
“Fuck, me too,” Steve chuckles, sitting up slowly. He stands, reaching for Gina’s hands and pulling her up with him. They silently dress and then Gina grabs her pack of cigarettes and follows Steve out to the backyard. They sit in lounge chairs and light a smoke each. Gina closes her eyes as she inhales, feels like her body is vibrating.
“So… how mad is Tommy?”
“At you?” Gina replies, turning to look at Steve, “I think… I think he just feels like you chose Nancy.”
He seems to visibly deflate at the girls name, which doesn’t make Gina feel all that great. But she’s just telling the truth. It was like ten years of friendship down the drain because some girl didn’t like Tommy. Carol told Gina that Steve said they were all assholes, but Steve was too and used to be worse than Tommy.
“Yeah, I kind of did,” he says after a beat. Gina doesn’t mention how he chose Nancy over her, too. Because her and Steve never solidified their relationship. They had to hide they were sleeping together and Gina was always too nervous to ask him what they were.
“He’s pretty mad,” she offers slowly, “But I think more than anything, he’s hurt. Don’t worry though, he’s found someone else to follow around.”
“Oh, yeah… Billy. God, that guy is such a dick. Like royally.”
Gina bites her lip, takes a deep inhale from the cigarette and feels the heavy smoke fill her lungs. She turns to Steve, “He’s nice to me.”
Steve scoffs then, “Gee, wonder why.”
“I don’t know,” Gina replies, “I haven’t really seen him be mean to anyone.”
“Oh, come on,” Steve raises his eyebrows, “You’re a pretty girl. Why else would he be nice to you?”
Gina sits up at that, tosses her cigarette to the ground before standing up, “I’m gonna go home.”
“Wait— Gina, I didn’t mean it like that,” Steve stands, following her into the house.
She ignores him, trudging back up the stairs to Steve’s room to retrieve her school bag. He doesn’t let up, footsteps right behind her. When Gina turns to exit the room, he grabs her wrists.
“I know guys like that,” he mumbles, “I used to be one. I’m sure he’s gonna try to get you in bed and I think you’re better than that.”
“I’m a big girl, Steve,” she narrows her eyes at him, “I only sleep with people I like.”
He sighs, pushes his fingers through his hair and nods. “I know… I really just don’t like that guy. I don’t really like that you’re hanging around him.”
Gina scoffs, exaggeratedly looks around his room, “Well I don’t see him here. I came here to spend time with a guy I like.”
“You like me?” Steve asks, his cheeks reddening slightly while his lips curl up.
Gina’s jaw drops, “Is that news to you?”
“Kinda,” Steve replies, chuckling softly.
He places his hands on her hips, leaning down to catch her lips in a soft kiss. As mad as she was two minutes ago, the second he touches her it all melts away. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, standing up on her tip toes to meet his mouth. Steve deepens it and Gina gives in, kisses him for a while before she’s pulling away.
“I really should get home, though,” she whispers.
Steve pouts, wrapping his arms around Gina and squeezing her, “You can’t stay for longer?”
Gina sighs, resting her head on his chest, “Yeah, I gotta get my homework done at some point.”
“I’ll drive ya,” Steve kisses the top of her head.
The ride home is like old times. Steve’s cracking jokes and turning Gina into a puddle of giggles. However the air in the car turns awkward instantly when they’re up the street from Gina’s house and Billy’s pretty Camaro is parked out front. Steve pulls over a block away, nods down the street and asks, “He come over a lot?”
Gina shrugs, “Sometimes.”
Billy’s only been in town a week and he’s been over three times, maybe that is a lot but Gina’s not sure. Steve sighs and puts his BMW in park, he turns to her.
“I’ll see you on Monday. Maybe you can come over again,” he tells her, looking a little deflated.
“I’d like that,” Gina smiles, leans over the center console and gives Steve a quick kiss. “Bye.”
She grabs her backpack and opens the door, walking the short block to her house. She turns to see Steve make a u-turn and head back towards Loch Nora. Inside, her house is quiet. She can see Tommy, Billy and Carol sitting out on the back patio. Her parents must be at Bridgette’s tumbling class. Gina sets her backpack in her room and wanders out back to meet the other teens. Tommy and Carol are messing around in the grass, so Gina walks up next to Billy. He reaches in the cooler and hands her a beer.
“Who is he?” he asks, taking a swig from his own can.
“What do you mean?” she asks, knitting her eyebrows together.
“I can always tell when a woman’s just had an orgasm,” Billy quips, smirking at the small freckled girl.
Gina’s cheeks heat up and she can feel her eyes water in embarrassment, so she quickly opens the can of Miller Light and takes a long drink of it. She swallows hard, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure ya do,” he chuckles, turning to her. “You’ve got all the markers. Messy hair, swollen lips, glassy eyes, you’re walking kinda funny. Plus you seem happier than usual. So who is he?”
Gina’s been caught. She didn’t know it could look so obvious. She smiles softly, thinking about the sex with Steve, “I’m not telling you.”
Billy frowns, “That embarrassing?”
Gina gapes, quite the opposite. She’d love to scream from the rooftop that she was just in bed with Steve Harrington. But Tommy might actually murder her.
“No,” she huffs, “No one would believe it anyways.”
Billy raises an eyebrow, looks her up and down before he laughs, “The King?”
“No!” she denies, her eyes widening, “Absolutely not.”
“That’s fucking funny. Tommy would kill you, huh?” Billy retorts, chewing on his bottom lip.
“It’s not Steve,” she presses, bringing her drink back up to her lips.
Billy sucks his teeth before reaching for his pack of Marlboros, “Don’t worry. Secrets safe with me, darlin’.”
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