Pour Some Sugar on Me | Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader
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“Dammit!” I groaned as I glanced at the time on my car radio. I was late, so excruciatingly late.
Screeching into the Hawkins High School parking lot, I garnered a few dirty looks. From the blaring radio, to the roar of my Trans Am as I damn near drifted around the corner, it was still glaringly obvious that I was still the black sheep of Hawkins.
I slowed as I neared my parking spot and let out an exasperated sigh as I noticed a blue Camaro sitting in my spot. I sucked my teeth in annoyance as I pulled into the empty spot next to it before cutting the engine, the radio going silent. Stepping out of my black Pontiac, I looked up at the boy leaning against the hood of the Camaro with a grimace on my face. The boy grinned at me, taking a long drag out of his lit cigarette before holding it in his hand.
“Nice ride.”
“That’s my spot,” I spat, my voice dripping in venom as I strode past him, “Get out of it tomorrow if you know what’s good for you.”
“Nah,” he takes another drag before kicking the cigarette out in the dirt. The male pushes off the bonnet of his car and starts to walk with me.
“Is that a Trans Am? She’s hot.”
I roll my eyes and stop to face him, he almost bumps into me at the suddenness of my action.
Raising an eyebrow I say, “It is. You new?”
“Yep, just landed in this shithole of a town yesterday,” he grins and leans towards me, “What’s your name, doll?”
I scoff, “In your dreams.”
“Name’s Billy.”
“I don’t care,” I turn on my heel and stride off to class, “Just be out of my spot tomorrow.”
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I heave out a sigh as I meander my way out to the parking lot, hoards of other students taking a similar journey. Once reaching the Trans Am, I glance at the sandy-blonde boy perched, yet again, on the hood of his Camaro - only this time he’s flanked by two nitwits.
“Y/N, good to see you’re still as square as ever,” Carol says in an almost sing-song voice, clearly proud of the half-baked insult she’d come up with.
Tommy pushes past her and moves a little too close to me for my liking, “You really are a freak, aren’t you Y/L/N?”
I roll my eyes and scoff, “Tommy, Carol, it’s always so lovely talking with you.”
Not waiting for another dimwitted remark, I get into my car and slam the door abruptly. I turn the key to my car, engine roaring to life and radio blasting. I slam it in reverse and smirk, making eye contact with the blue-eyed boy who was now giving me a sultry grin. It was obvious what Billy’s type was and that he was bad news, but it was hard not to admit: he was hot. However, I would not be partaking in becoming another notch on his belt. His tongue darted across his lips before dragging his teeth across his bottom lip with a smirk. I gave him a wink before speeding off to get the hell home.
The next morning I got up early. There was no way I’d lose my spot to Hawkin’s new Ladies Man. I pull on my Docs before rushing out to my car, keys jingling in my hand.
I pull into the Hawkins High parking lot - slightly slower than yesterday, but music still playing just as loud. My good mood quickly fades as I see the same blue Camaro with smug boy duo sitting in my spot. I groan, slapping my steering wheel as I pull into the spot I parked in the previous day.
“Didn’t I tell you that you needed to be out of this spot?”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t resist riling you up again,” Billy says with a smug grin.
I huff and grab my bag, storming off towards my first class.
“We should hang out sometime,”
I scoff and call over my shoulder, “Not gonna happen.”
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Two weeks had gone by without a hitch and, better yet, no more encounters with the new Ladies Man of Hawkins. However, he was all anyone could seem to talk about, girls and boys alike. The guys talked about how cool he was and the girls talked about all the things they would do to him. It was also hard not to hear about Billy Hargrove’s quickly formed reputation: chewing up and spitting out a new girl every day.
I sighed and rifled through my locker when I heard a conversation behind me.
“Are you going to Tammy’s party tonight? It’s going to be a blast!” One girl chimed.
“Of course! There’s no way I’m missing Billy and that ass!” Another girl responded.
I rolled my eyes to myself and slammed the door to my locker. I go to move away from my locker when I catch myself before bumping into someone - that someone holding a similar orange paper the two girls from earlier had been clutching on to for dear life.
The person in front of me held the paper out to me, “You should come.”
Looking up, I realised who it was, “Billy, I’m not going to that stupid party.”
“C’mon! It’ll give me a chance to get to know you better, sweetheart.”
I couldn’t deny it, that made my heart flutter and I was sure Billy could see the blush on my face from the smirk he was giving me. He was so close to me that the mix of his cologne and cigarettes filled my senses. I snatch the flyer out of his hand and roll my eyes before walking off to the cafeteria, proud smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
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What the hell was I doing? I thought to myself as I threw yet another dud outfit on the floor of my room. Was I actually going to be like every other girl at school and get all giddy about this stupid party? There was no way Billy Hargrove would think of anything but using me and dumping me on my ass as soon as he was done with me before moving onto the next person. I couldn’t let myself become another girl he’d triumphed.
I let out a sigh of frustration and opted for my signature jeans, band t-shirt and docs before pulling my hair up into a loose ponytail. Who was I trying to impress? No one.
Quickly getting into my car, I turn the key and blast some Metallica as I make the excruciating drive to Tammy’s party.
It was only 9pm, but there were already drunk teenagers everywhere as I pulled up into a free spot on the side of the road. Pocketing my keys, I pull my jacket around me and trudge my way towards Tammy’s house. I garnered a few dirty looks from boys and girls alike, along with a few sneers of: “What the hell is she doing here?”
I grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and opened one before taking a swig. Hearing a commotion coming from outside, I followed the sound.
The chanting got louder as I stepped into the backyard. From the scene in front of me, it was obvious they were trying to beat Steve “The Hair” Harrington’s Keg King record from last year. I situated myself off to the side to watch and chuckled at the two idiots as the people around them cheered louder, one name becoming clearer than anything else.
“Billy! Billy! Billy!”
Billy frickin’ Hargrove was challenging King Harrington. A ballsy move, but I’ll give it to him. He had guts.
Cheers erupted as he finished off the keg, not soon after spraying people around him with the last mouthful of beer. It was hard not to admire it, the way his shirt fell open slightly and the sheen of sweat mixed with beer made his chest glow was a sight to behold. As if hearing my thoughts, he made eye contact with me and I froze. Billy grinned and pushed past everyone - who were still congratulating him - and made his way towards me, snatching a beer from someone’s hand.
“Didn’t think you’d make it, Doll,” Billy said with a boyish grin on his face. It was obvious he’d been drinking for a while.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I retorted.
Billy leaned in close, whispering into my ear, “Well, I for one, am really glad you came.”
This made me blush redder than a tomato and I shifted in my spot nervously. God, I wished my heart would stop beating so fast. Billy leaned back to look into my eyes, his face still close to mine, and smiled an almost genuine smile. My eyes flicked between his gorgeous blue eyes and his incredibly full, pink lips before I had to force myself to peel my eyes off of him.
“Wanna dance with me?” He slurred slightly before taking a swig of his beer.
I scoffed and looked away to hide my blush, “Sure, whatever.”
Billy took my hand gently in his and tugged me toward the makeshift dance floor in the middle of Tammy’s living room. I keep my eyes trained to the floor to avoid the daggers being glared my way. Billy tosses his now empty beer bottle and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me toward him. He’s so close I can feel his breath on my face, the scent of beer and his signature smell of cologne and cigarettes surrounding me. I awkwardly grasp onto his shoulders and finally look up at him, regretting the choice as soon as I do. His pupils are dilated and he’s gazing down at me like I’m helpless prey caught in a corner and he’s the predator here to eat me whole.
I clear my throat and glanced back down at my feet, shuffling awkwardly to the loud, god awful music that is playing.
“Hey, eyes up here, Doll,” Billy cuts the silence between us and uses his left hand to clasp under my chin, lifting my face back up to look into my eyes.
“This is so stupid, everyone is looking.”
“So, let them look,” he grins, “Where’s that tenacious girl I’ve heard so much about?”
He tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear and leans close to me, our lips just inches away from each other, “I’ve heard so much about this fiery girl that drives a black Pontiac. I’ve got to say, I’m curious.”
“Shut up, you’re just saying that to get in my pants.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” he lingers, obviously wanting to close the distance between us but decides against it.
A comfortable silence washes over us and we stay in the living room for a while before deciding to grab some more beer and head back outside. Billy pulls out a cigarette and lights it before taking a drag and offering it to me. I take it off him and inhale the bitter smoke, holding it, and letting it stream out of my lips.
“That was hot,” Billy smirks, his words sounding more slurred by the minute.
“Shut up, you’re drunk.”
He leans close to me, tucking his face into my neck and nuzzling at the spot. I shiver and nudge him off of me.
“It’s getting late, everyone is starting to head off. I’ll drive you home if you like?”
His eyes open wide and he curses, “Shit, my old man is gonna kill me.”
He drawls out a few more slurred sentences, begging me not to take him home and that I didn’t understand, his dad would literally kill him. I heave out a sigh and stand up, holding a hand out to him.
“This better not be some sick idea of getting me to sleep with you, Hargrove,” I tug him up and half-carry-half-drag him to my Pontiac, “You can crash at mine. My folks won’t mind.”
I prop Billy on the side of my car before fumbling for my keys and unlocking the passenger-side door. I help Billy into the seat, clipping the seatbelt on for him and earning a smug remark. Jumping into the driver's seat, I quickly fire up the Trans Am and peel away from the party.
Once I pull into my driveway, I kill the engine and race over to the passenger side to retrieve the drunken, blue-eyed male. If I thought getting him in to my car was a struggle, nothing could’ve prepared me for the task of dragging a drunk Billy Hargrove up the stairs of my house and to my bedroom. Why was I dragging him to my bedroom? Good question. One would think this was an excellent way to invite unwanted activities. But the risk was better than having a near blackout Billy downstairs with the freedom to roam my childhood home at 2am.
I ease him into my bed before taking his boots off and pulling the covers over him. I quickly kick off my own boots and clamber on to my bed next to him, deciding to stay on top of the covers. Letting out a sigh, I glance over at him.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, a soft tone in his voice. It was evident that having to face his father was far worse than just a dad getting pissed at a drunken teenage son.
“Don’t mention it,” I roll over, facing my back to him and pray for my heart to stop beating so fast and for sleep to quickly take hold of me
