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Request: Hey, can I request a jealous Billy in school imagine? Like he sees the reader talking to other guys and decides to prove that she’s his?

 A/N: Hey guys, here’s another ST request, and after binge watching the entire thing I just had to write it. Keep sending in your requests, I promise I’m working my way through them. Thanks for being so patient the past few weeks, I’m writing way more now due to the extra time I have so hopefully uploads will be  regular during the summer. 

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word count: 1200

Billy arrived just as the Bell for lunch rang. He roared the clutch on his Camaro, jut to make it clear that he had arrived, then turned the car off and sat back, filling his lungs with smoke from the cigarette that he had clutched between his lips. The blaring sound of The scorpions caused a group of girls to scowl as they walked past, before clocking who was in the car. “Hey Billy,” One of them simpered, waggling her fingers and slowly batting her eyelashes whilst her friends giggled. Billy gave her a quick upwards nod, but his eyes didn’t linger; instead they scanned the hoards of people that were walking out of Hawkins High in to the watery April sun. He couldn’t see the person he was looking for-he couldn’t see you. He flicked the cigarette, climbed out the car and slammed the door shut, the smack reverberating loudly. As he strutted down towards the school he kept scanning, ignoring the wandering eyes of girls or the scowls of their boyfriends. He saw your friends but you weren’t with them and by this point  his patience was starting to fray. He didn’t want to be here any longer than he needed to, instead would rather spend the afternoon smoking with you lying in once of his shirts on his bed. He rounded the corner and saw you by your locker. He couldn’t help but stop for a moment to admire the way your jeans clung tight your skin, his favourite pair because You were transferring books from your bag into your locker, your bag resting on your hip meaning your body arched slightly, something Billy wasn’t used to seeing you do with that amount of clothes on. A couple of people said hi to you as they passed, and you smiled politely and waved, but mostly you were just minding your own business. He was just about to walk up and surprise you, when a voice called “hey Y/N.”

You turned and smiled “Hey Ted.” Ted Fletch walked up, smiling widely. Billy hung back for a moment, anger starting to boil in the pit of his stomach. 

“Here let me help you,” Ted grabbed the books from the top of the teetering pile in your hands, to which you nodded gratefully. 

“Thanks. What’s up?”

“Our history test for Travis is tomorrow right?” 

“Uh huh,” You nodded.

Ted groaned “Brilliant.”

“Guess you should actually look over your notes at some point,” you laughed. 

“Or, if you’re free,” Ted moved in s little, his eyes looking you up and down briefly, Causing Billy to have a strong urge to punch him till he bled “We count meet up tonight. You know….to study.” 

“Oh…i don’t”

“Hey Baby.” Billy was leaning on the locker behind you, one arm resting against the wall whilst the other was hooked lazily into his pocket You didn’t need to fully turn around to feel his chest against your back, leaning in as he nodded at Ted “Fletch.” 

“Billy.” Ted’s smile had gone, replaced by a look of half fear half annoyance as he instinctively took a step away from you. You felt the blush colour your cheek and ducked your head as you tried to stop your heart from pounding loudly against your chest. Billy didn’t notice, still looking at Ted, his eyes flashing sinisterly. ‘I didn’t know you and Y/N knew each other.” 

“He was asking me about the history test tomorrow,” You were able to say, just as Ted said “I was just asking Y/N if she wanted to hang out tonight and study.” 

‘Oh,” Billy tutted sarcastically ‘Well, it’s a shame cause we’re busy tonight.” Not breaking his eye contact Billy deliberately moved his arm from the locker, slowly trailing his hand down your back until he reached the back pocket of your jeans. With one finger he hooked you into him, his hand sliding down into the pocket, his fingers moving slightly against the material and causing a shiver to shake your legs and hips. You fought to keep your breathing steady so as to not show Billy the effects his touch had. ‘We do?” You asked, turning to look up at Billy’s face, eyebrows raised in a questioning expression. Billy chuckled softly, his tongue swishing across his bottom lip quickly as he leant closer to you “Last night? I said I’d take you to the movies.” he was leaning in closer now, and you were very aware of where you were stood, with people walking past and staring curious. Billy didn’t care though, instead leaning in to drawl “maybe get two seats at the back.” He then hooked his hand around your neck and pulled you in, stopping your gasp of surprise by kissing you in a way that made your head spin. You tried to pull away slightly but with a small bite to your bottom lip you felt your shock subside as he felt your body melt.  He hummed softly with pleasure, then pulled away, loving the way your head moved forward so to close the gap again. 

“I’m sorry man, I didn’t even realise you two were a thing.” You completely forgotten that Ted was there, and you turned back to him, wiping your lips quickly. Billy kept his hand in your back pocket, snd this time you moved  so your arm wrapped around his waist. 

“Yup.” Billy smirked. “ We are.” He looked down at you, briefly, and there was a quick flicker of a genuine grin “She’s mine.” But when he looked back at Ted, all there was something threatening about his tone as he said “So if I were you Fletch, I’d stay away from her. Got it?” 

Ted swallowed. He nodded quickly then back away until he mixed with the rest of the students that were filling outside.  Satisfied, Billy turned to talk to you, expecting some sarcastic comment or a teasing “Hargroveeee.” 

He was not expecting the slap. Pain shot through his cheek and his stumbled back slightly, his hand cupping the sensitive skin. “What was that for?” He asked, surprised.

“That’s for being a dick.” 

“Is it being a dick if I’m just claiming what’s mine?” 

“When you phrase it like that, yea.” 

Billy  scoffed but even he couldn’t hide the fact that this show of control was extremely attractive. He put his hands on his hips, causing the v of his open shirt to widen and show off more of his collarbone. “You’re really full of surprises aren’t you Sweetheart?” 

“Oh trust me,” you smiled “you’d haven’t seen the half of it.” 

“Oh really?”At this Billy bit his bottom lip, shook his head, then grabbed you by the waist and started pushing you towards the doors. Your brain flustered but you willingly followed him out the front doors or the school and through the car park towards Billy’s Camaro. Billy’s breathing was heavy as if he’d been running as he kept his hand firmly On your back. You both got into the car and he revved off, the smell of burning tires following you as he shot off down the Hawkins high street.

“Where are we going Billy?”

“We are going back to mine,” Billy’s voice gravelled “and you’re going to show me these surprises.”  One hand stayed gripped to the steering but he moved the other to rest on your thigh, and you knew in that moment of the true effect you had on him. His kept his foot low on the gas as the car shot through the town, and by the way you were laughing that what he had said was true. You were his, and he was surprised by how much he loved that.