Chapter Eight
The loud sound of rock music drifted through from the livingroom and into Jaime's bedroom as she lay on her bed painting her nails. She and Billy had been left incharge of looking after Max for the day while their parents went out, which neither teen was taking seriously. Max didn't need a babysitter as far as Jaime was concerned, she was a smart girl and it wasn't as though anything interesting happened in Hawkins anyway.
Bringing her left hand up to her lips Jaime blew on the fresh varnish and inspected her work. It was perfect as always. But even the new cherry red varnish her mom had brought her to cheer her up after Steve was a no show did nothing to diminish the boredom that Hawkins brought her. Back in California there would have been no chance she'd be at home babysitting her more than capable sister, oh no, she would have been at the beach with her friends getting drunk on cheap alcohol while multiple boys tried to gain her attention. God she missed those days. Now she was reduced to sulking in her room trying to drag out painting her nails.
"Max, are you geting that or what?"
Jaime had barely registered the doorbell over the loud music and her self pity. It wouldn't be Carol, she and Tommy had a free house so they were otherwise occupied, and Jaime highly doubted anyone would be knocking for Billy.
"Okay!" Max yelled as she flew past Jaime's open door.
"Swear to god Max!"
Rolling off her bed, careful not to smudge her nails as she did, Jaime followed the path her sister had just taken and headed into the living room where she knew Billy was. It might have been a foolish move considering Billy had won the bet and she was officially his bitch, but she was bored and poking at Billy was one of the only things that Jaime had enjoyed since moving to Hawkins.
"You're right by the door, why couldn't you get it?" Asked Jaime when she stepped into the livingroom. Taking in Billy as he lifted some ridiculously heavy weights a sly smirk curved across her face. "Oh now I see. You have to lift weights to compensate for other things."
Dropping the weight onto its stand with a clatter, Billy turned to face Jaime his cigarette still hanging from his mouth as he smirked. "You feeling brave Mayfield? That why you've stopped hiding from me in your bedroom?"
Hiding was not what Jaime was doing, it was just easier to keep herself away from Billy while he was still suffering from a God complex over her. Jaime hid from no one, Billy included. "Please," She laughed. "I'm not scared of you Hargrove. The only thing you do is repulse me."
Inhaling sharply on his cigarette, Billy stepped closer to Jaime not missing the way her hazel eyes drifted to his sweat coated torso. "Repulsed is what you did to Harrington."
Jaime's jaw clenched at the mention of Steve, although she hadn't wanted to really date him it still stung that she had been stood up. No one stood her up, no one. Yet Steve had, and it had left Jaime feeling insecure like her sex appeal had been left behind in California. Plastering a cold smile across her pink lips, she plucked the cigarette from Billy and dragged hard on the end of it, successfully drawing her step brothers eyes to her lips. Boys were so simple, it almost made her feel sorry for Billy. Almost.
"No smart ass come back Mayfield?"
Taking one last toke before answering, Jaime blew the smoke out slowly into Billy's face. "It's sweet really, that you're so happy Harrington was a no show. Kinda pathetic too. The way you watch me is so obvious, maybe Harrington felt sorry for you and that's why he didn't turn up? You've always looked at me like a lost little puppy, but since moving to this shit hole town it's become sad and pathetic. At least I only play with you because I'm bored."
In front of her Billy's face contorted with rage making Jaime smirk widely. She couldn't have been happier by his reaction and it was making the Steve drama slip to the back of her mind. Billy was a much bigger fish than Steve, and keeping him in his place would entertain her a lot longer than rubbing a date with Steve in his face. "No smart ass come back Hargrove?"
Before Billy could tell Jaime exactly what he thought of her and her pathetic attempts at regaining the upper hand, Max stepped back through the front door and slammed it abruptly behind her. "Who the hell were you talking to?" He asked, moving to block Max's path through the living room.
"Mormons."
"Mormons?"
It was obvious Max was lying, and it was equally as obvious that Billy wasn't buying it, and even though Jaime had no idea why her sister would lie about who was at the door she wasn't about to let Billy intimidate her little sister. "Leave her alone, she doesn't answer to you."
With Billy's attention now off of her Max pushed past his arm and disappeared back into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and leaving her sister to deal with Billy. She only had a few minutes before he turned his attention back to her, which meant she needed to be quick at getting to Lucas.
"You answer to me though. You're my bitch Mayfield." Smirked Billy, crossing his arms across his chest as he leant on the turquoise fire place. "I say jump, you say how fucking high."
"I say fuck you." Jaime hissed, stalking away from her step brother and back to the solitude of her bedroom. But apparently Billy didn't get the hint, she had barely crossed the threshold before he was resting on the door frame leisurely and lighting a fresh cigarette. "Get out."
Billy had no intention of leaving, in fact he had barely registered Jaime asking him to, he was far to distracted by the long bare legs laid out tantalizingly on the bed. The short denim skirt Jaime seemed to always be parading around in left most of her long legs bare, and it was both a curse and a blessing to Billy. He was more than happy to stare at her legs all day, but because she was supposed to be his step sister it meant being overly discrete about it which was something he had never been a fan of. If Billy wanted something he took it but it wasn't that simple with Jaime. Not only would his dad and Susan go insane, Jaime herself was hard work and wouldn't just give it up easily. That being said Billy had never enjoyed the chase more.
"I said get the fuck out Hargrove." Still Billy didn't move, or even say anything, so Jaime reached over to her bedside table and grabbed the first thing she could and launched it at Billy as hard as she could.
Quickly Billy ducked out of the way just before empty glass could hit him, and it smashed across the floor in tiny shards. Glancing behind him at the mess Jaime had created he scoffed, he had always found girls hissy fits amusing, but before he could shoot a snide remark Jaime's way she had stormed across from where she'd been laid on her bed and was shoving him backwards.
"I said get the fuck out!"
"Oh I heard you loud a clear the first time Princess, thing is I just don't give a shit what you want." It was nothing short of hilarious to Billy as Jaime tried as hard as she could to push him out of her room, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd be able to move him unless he wanted her to.
It was obvious that Jaime stood no chance against Billy's strength, so she resorted to a new tactic and began slapping at his torso as hard as she could. If she couldn't physically remove him from her room then she would make it painful for him to stay there. With every hit she landed Jaime saw Billy's smug grin growing, he was barely fighting her off, just batting her hands every now and then as though she was nothing more than an insect and it was infuriating her. Did he have to best her at everything? When had she become such a loser? But there was one thing sure to wipe the smirk clean off of his face; as fast as she possibly could Jaime pulled back her right hand and slapped Billy as hard as she could across his cheek.
For a moment Billy just stood froze to the spot from shock, and by the look on Jaime's face she was almost as suprised as he was that she'd had the balls to actually hit his face. A low growl rose from Billy's throat, and before Jaime could prepare herself he had shoved her chest so hard that she stumbled back until the back of her legs bumped into her bed. "You really wanna go down this road Mayfield?"
As predicted Jaime didn't respond to his threat, but what Billy hadn't anticipated was the all to feminine smile that pulled at the corners of Jaime's full lips as she flicked her long auburn hair over her shoulder.
"You really think that I'd be stupid enough to think you'd actually hurt me? You're a pussy Hargrove, all talk and no action."
Jaime's words burned in Billy's ears taunting him the way his dad constantly did, and the next thing he knew he was shoving Jaime again but this time she fell back onto her bed in a dishevelled heap. For a split second he watched with glee as real fear flitted across her hazel eyes, but Billy didn;t take time to bask in his glory as he was climbing ontop of the redhead despite his brains protests.
Neither of them spoke, just staring at each other waiting for the other to make the first move. It wasn't what Jaime had imagined happening when Billy had followed her into her bedroom, usually they would argue and he would storm off, but things between them had taken a shift since moving and Jaime found herself not wanting him to leave. However, there wasn't a chance in hell she was ever going to make the first move, that wasn't her style.
Leaning closer to Jaime's enticing lips, Billy kept his eyes firmly on her darker ones to gauge her reaction. When no spiteful words spilled from her mouth Billy took it as a sign that she didn't want him to move, in fact she was waiting for him to make his move. Painfully slow, wanting to drag it out as much as he could, Billy brushed his lips against Jaime's and couldn't help but smirk when she tried to fully close the space between them. Unable to control himself any longer, Billy crushed his mouth against Jaime's kissing her hungrilly. Long legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, not making any moves to stop him, and Jaime's fingers clawed at his vest desperate to pull it from his body.
Pulling back, Billy yanked the vest over his head and threw it over his shoulder before making quick work of the tight, white jumper Jaime was wearing. The skin on skin contact only seemed to spur Jaime on, her nails clawed at his back dragging him back to her wanton lips, giving him no time to admire her half naked body.
Not willing to play around any longer Jaime reached down for the bulge in Billy's shorts and found it with ease. Above her Billy's eyes flew open, obviously he hadn't expected her to be so forward, making Jaime smile seductively up at him.
"Kids, we're home!"
