~Saturday September 1st, 1884~
{Billy's POV}
My date went as I expected. I picked her up blaring the music the whole time so I didn't have to talk to her. Which is also why I picked the movies. What I didn't account for was the movie she would pick. "The Woman In Red" was not on my itinerary and I was throughly irritated the whole time.
Not to mention Deana...Daisy?...kept swatting my hands away the whole damn movie. So finally getting fed up I walked out, pulling her with me.
Skipping the dinner I brought her home. Which all but went where I wanted it to be. Up until I told her she'd have to go home.
I pulled a cigarette out and put it between my lips, slouching up against my headboard.
"You should get dressed, I got some shit to do." I mumble.
"Oh, I thought maybe I could stay? I told my parents I was staying over at Hannah's." She replied sheepishly.
Staring at her for a moment while lighting my cigarette, contemplating my next sentence.
"Listen Deana, this was great but I'm not looking to cuddle with you all night. We hooked up and now you gotta go. I can drive you home or you can walk." I snapped, eyes narrowing at her while I puff my cigarette.
She scoffs, "Are you freaking serious, Billy?!"
With a shrug I reply " Well, yeah." I move off the bed, putting my boxers back on.
I turned around and looked at her. When she met my eyes that's when the tears came.
Tears started rolling down her face, make up along with it. She buried her face in her hands while she sat up on the bed.
Rolling my eyes, I scoff at her theatrics. Starting to feel awkward in my own damn house, I start picking up her clothes and setting them next to her.
Just as I picked up her blouse button up, she snatched it out of my hands, furiously.
"Fuck you Billy Hargrove!" She yelled at me, storming off the bed, turning away and started quickly pulling on her clothes.
She turned back around "And my name is Demi, you asshole!"
Ahhh Demi, that's right. I thought to myself.
Stepping closer to her, getting in her face and inhaling my cigarette. I blew out the smoke in a large cloud around us.
"Well Demi, You did just fuck me." I said with a smirk.
She scoffs and screams at me, while she buttoned up her blouse.
I walked over and opened my window for her.
"Get the fuck out and walk home then."
With tears in her eyes, she walks over and hops out the window. Finally sighing with some relief, I watch her walk away from my house.
Just as I was about to close the window, I noticed her.
Holy fuck.
Holy mother of god who is that?
A god of a woman with long dark brown wavy hair that looks about my age stares back at me. Her eyes the color of the deep blue sea and her lips the most perfect shade of natural pink.
Shes wearing a black handmade low cut Mötley Crüe tank top that hugs her tits and slender, toned stomach perfectly with dark blue high waisted jeans and a black belt that shows her beautifully shaped hips and ass in all the right ways.
She has a cigarette dangling from her lips while shes holding clothes in both hands.
My heart felt like it was in my throat. Thumping along 10x it's normal speed. Just when I thought she couldn't get anymore sexy, she smirked at me.
Which shocked me for a second. Reacting quickly I try and act natural.
Most people that get caught eavesdropping look embarrassed. She looked nothing of the sorts. More like amused actually.
We stood for a moment just drinking each other, looking each other up and down.
And then just like that, she winks at me with a salute and snaps her blinds closed.
My face breaks out in a wide smile.
Oh doll likes to play. I thought.
I follow suit, shutting my window and closing my curtains with a shake of my head.
I plop down into my bed thinking about the interaction I just had.
Well definitely not a milf. She looked my age and incredibly beautiful. She just easily knocked every single one of these girls in town out of the water and I haven't even heard her voice yet.
Not even the girls back in California looked that good and that's seriously saying something. Just by the single reaction to my previous situation I could tell she was trouble.
And boy do I love trouble. I smile to myself.
Thinking back to the interaction with the black Camaro earlier there's no way that was anyone else but her.
That car is hers. It had to be. And that thought alone made my dick twitch in my boxers.
A goddess of a woman with a sexy sleek car and she's MY neighbor. I don't know what I did to deserve this treat but I will fully accept the gift.
As I tucked my hands beneath my head, I heard the sounds of Van Halen's song "Hot For Teacher" blaring from her window.
I groan, closing my eyes. God damn and she has fucking beautiful music taste. I have to be fucking dreaming or something.
As if it couldn't get any better, I could hear her singing along to it.
"Oh my fucking god!" I groan, rolling over and stuffing my face into my pillow.