imagine
billy loves taking you to parties, watching you get drunk and go wild - doing anything along the lines of that.
but this party was different, he was flirting and messing with other people all night just to see you glare in jealousy - especially one girl. eventually everyone agreed to play spin the bottle and let billy start.
it was his turn to spin a bottle for seven minutes of heaven and start the game . . . and it didnt land on you, it landed on the girl he's been flirting with all night. she was pretty, with dark curly hair and big brown eyes. you also heard this was also one of the smartest kids at school, make your heart sink, made you jealous.
heather holloway? wasnt that her name? she seemed hesitant on following billy but she did just that, following him to the closet.
you gave glares that burned with jealousy, he saw these by glancing behind him - couldnt tell if it was the alcohol pissing you off or the fact he was with another girl.
but those jealous eyes that begged for him to be yours drove him wild, he didnt know or understand what was truly going on in your head.
yes he was jealous before, but never as hurt as you were. the way this woman smiled at your man, her touch on his arm. it pissed you off to no end, you despised it.
but billy? he seemed so calm and odd, seven minutes later the two stumbled out. you felt tears form in your eyes at billy's now completely unbuttoned shirt, messy hair, and a lipstick stain on his cheek. heather? her makeup was smudged, hair messy, and the top half of her shirt was unbuttoned.
oh god did you lose your boyfriend? calm down, its just a game . . . not like he would actually leave right? right? the two seemed to be whispering about you and glancing at you, was he talking bad about you?
tears formed in your eyes as you stood up, being pushed way out of line. storming up to heather, you threw a punch. it wasnt a weak one either, everyone went quiet with gasps all around the room. billy stared, he couldnt tell if he found this hot or not.
his lover fighting off others to say what was theirs? hell yeah, he just didnt realize how far you've gone when you kept on with attacking heather, managing to get your hands on a alcohol glass bottle.
blood everywhere, your hands, shirt, her face. it was nasty, "DONT TAKE HIM!" you screamed, billy had to hold you down. he rushed over and held you so you couldnt get loose, "hey - hey, hey! quit it! im sorry okay? "
you glared at him, obviously hurt with tears rolling down your eyes. how was he so calm?! sirens blasting in the background - oh god you were gonna get arrested. everything went by so fast, the alcohol, your anger and heartbreak, this fear, it all provoked you to attack heather and now look at what its done!
the cops burst in to the bloody scene, nobody had to snitch - the blood on your hands made you the culprit. ambulances put heather on the stretcher and you were handcuffed, this was gonna ruin everything for you. billy rushed out " no! let them go! " he begged, but you didnt believe he truly cared anymore.
the ride to the police station was silent, they just ignored billy's cries and demands. this was going to be a fun night . . .
