7:49
AM
Scathing cries echoed through the parking lot and everyone turned their heads at this precise moment to this argument, including Steve Harrington.
- I didn't scratch your fucking car, stop talking nonsense!
-I swear to you, Maxine, if I see you brushing against it again with your fucking skateboard, I'll make you eat it!
Billy's big, ominous voice filled all the silence that now weighed on the parking lot. Other snippets of words from them echoed but not everything was understandable, all of this ending in a slamming of the door.
It was then that the redhead gave him the middle finger before dropping her board on the ground to go and roll to her college with the most frustrated look in the world.
-They're always yelling at each other, it's unbelievable.
You also often yell with your brother Nance.
The young woman smiled and looked at her boyfriend holding school books against her chest.
It's not the same, Steve. Our fights with Mike are still cute compared to those. I really feel like he can cut her throat anytime…
-It's you he'll end up slaughtering if you meddle in his business.
With a mischievous air, he kisses his girlfriend's thin lips and gives her one of the most charming looks.
-I'm going to go, I just want to read my notes a little more before the interview you know and then-…
-Go, Nancy. Do not wait for me. I'm gonna to smoke a cig and I'll join you.
The young woman then smiled playfully and stood on her tiptoes to offer him a last kiss before quickly leaving for school.
Steve then watched her leave with a thoughtful air, going to cram a cigarette between her lips, staring at his girlfriend who was entering the building. Something was bothering him with her lately and he didn't
know what, but deep down he preferred not to think about it, not wanting to get stress out for nothing.
His thoughts were then cut off by a snap and he turned to the noise.
Billy was right in front of him and seemed in a foul mood, getting angry at his uncooperative lighter.
While watching him do it, Steve then ends up handing him his, exhaling his smoke.
The Californian raised his eyebrows and took it annoyed before turning it on.
Then he exhaled his smoke to stare at him straight in the eyes.
The brunette didn't like it when he to stared at him like that, it had always disturbed him and he didn't even notice that Billy had slipped the lighter in his pocket instead of coming to return it like any honest human being.
-Do you often argue like that with your sister?
- She's not my fucking sister, the high school student almost spat. And I don't see why I would come and tell you about my life, Harrington.
Raising his eyebrows and feeling caught off guard, he raised his arms in the air innocently.
-I didn't say anything, he affirmed before going back to school, wondering what could have possessed him to come and try to make conversation with this caveman.
He had never really really spoken with him because Billy was content to always throw spikes at him or try to humiliate him for some totally unknown reasons. He just didn't know why.
Throwing his cigarette butt on the ground he went into the hall putting his legendary haircut back in place, not feeling intense stare from the the blonde.
5:46
PM
-You don't know how to play anymore or what, Harrington?!
His comrades were yelling at him when Steve tried, without success, to take back the ball which was now in the hands of the opposing team.
The screeching of shoes and indignation from the students were the only things Harrington heard but he tried not to be distracted, biting his lip as he was trying harder.
He had finally managed to get the ball back and he was finally smiling, going quickly towards the basketball net, his teammates stamping impatiently in the background.
Juggling the ball nimbly, he was about to take a shot until he felt a presence behind him, an insistent one.
-Eh, you're hesitating now, King Steve?
His words had just been whispered in his ear and he was quivering in surprise as he tried to pull away from him, clearly not comfortable with it.
Billy was right behind him and followed his steps, blocking him in every way and leaving him no exit.
-I was told that great King Steve knew how to play basketball... I think they're full of shit.
-Stop talking to me and fucking play!
No one could hear what the two young men were saying and Steve was truly frustrated with the position he was in, hating when Billy looked down at his nose like that.
He felt the blond's hot body sticking to his back, trying to avoid any too insistent contact with him but not succeeding. His footwork was too precise and fast, he couldn't get rid of it.
Billy leaned closer to him again and rested his chin on his shoulder before whispering in a low, sweet voice in his ear.
-You're not a king, Stevie, you're clearly a princess mate.
Opening his eyes wide at this sentence, he felt a brutal hand slam against his sweating back, face falling first to the ground and ball slipping out of his hands without him being able to do anything about it.
Steve let out a little cry of pain when his thigh slammed a little too hard on the floor.
Everyone was screaming with joy or despair at that great score Billy Hargrove did.
-What the fuck was that?
Hand on his bruised leg, Steve tried to get up, glaring at the Californian.
-You fucking pushed me ! That's not how we play Basketball, Hargrove!
He eventually turn to him, his chest glistening with sweat. Billy ends up smiling and laughing, retrieving the ball to take it in his hands.
-This is real basketball, Harrington. Now that I'm here, kid plays are over.
He then turned to throw the ball again, which went into the basket net under Steve's astonished eyes.
He definitely didn't like her and he didn't know what pissed him off the most.
Everything else in the game was exactly the same. Pushing, tripping, annoying closeness and he only spoke to him when he was pressed against his back.
His team hadn't won and they had made their displeasure clear to him, but Steve wasn't listening.
His thigh and his head ached too much for him to worry about the incessant squealing from them.
Having avoided all mean comments of his friends - especially those of Tommy who were more vulgar than anything else -, the young brunette enjoyed the hot water that flowed slowly over his painful body aches.
Going to run a hand over his numb arms, his face scowled.
He was totally frustrated with this game because he hadn't lost one since his junior high. He also didn't agree with Billy's playing style but he couldn't do anything about it, having bitched about it at least a dozen times during the match, for nothing.
The door finally opened but he didn't pay attention, letting his thoughts flow along with the water in the pipes.
-We're even, Harrington.
He recognized his voice directly and opened his eyes wearily looking at him, his hair plastered against his wet face.
-What are you talking about ? He asked him in a whisper.
- The game. You just have to learn to assert yourself over there, we just gonna say that I'm helping you.
On these words Billy smiled like the devil while turning on the rusty faucet of the showers.
- Assert myself, huh? You're a savage, Hargove. I haven't seen anyone play like that since I started playing basketball. I don't think I need those kind of training tips from you.
The Californian's laugh echoed throughout the empty room.
He had never heard him laugh like that.
-Don't try to make yourself off as the clean player. You'll never have a real clean game in your life. You should thank me, I prepare you for your future life, princess.
This had the effect of making Steve nervous and he stopped looking at him, starting to rub product hastily into his hair.
-Cut the bullshit, Hargrove. And don't call me Princess anymore, for real.
-What do you want me to call you then?
He jumped and felt his heart pound at the fear. Indeed Billy had slapped his arm on the tiles and had approached dangerously to ask him that in a far too charming voice for him.
"Fuck, why are you sticking over me?"
That's what he wanted to ask but he couldn't. Simply because no words had come out of his mouth at the time. Chills made his neck quiver when he saw the eyes of his interlocutor who were much too close to his.
-So ? Cat got your tongue, Princess?
Of course no one was around to witness this totally incongruous scene.
-Damn, Hargrove.
He had only managed to stammer that when he backed up and wrinkled his face. He was clearly disturbed. He could feel his breath against him and even his smell.
-You're a really weird guy.
Billy laughed again and Steve said he should try playing the lottery for pulling off that so many times.
-Thanks for the compliment, Harrington.
Right after this sentence the blond innocently got back in the shower, closing his eyes to let the silence weigh in the room.
As if nothing had happened. Which had the gift of disturbing him.
Plant your feet in the ground next time. Don't let anyone push you because the referee clearly doesn't give a fuck whether it's a foul or not.
No more arrogant tone nor face pressed against his, just advices.
Steve got back in the shower to rinse his hair and didn't looked at him anymore.
Why was he reacting like that? He was annoyed not to push him away like he could've done with other people. But it was so unexpected every time, so unusual that he just couldn't fight back or push it away.
But he had decided that at this very moment, he didn't want to think about it no more.
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Ok so ! That's the end of my first chapter translated in English ! I know it's not perfect , but don't hesitate to point out the mistakes ! I just wanted to make it easier for English people to read it without using the translating tool!
I'll be posting the chap2 translated soon !
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