Krystal watched as Billy began to push his way through the crowds towards Steve, who seemed to be in deep conversation with Nancy. As she began to follow him, she let her eyes wander over Steve, who she knew would have spent over an hour doing his hair for the party. Billy came to a halt right in front of him, as he gave Steve an unimpressed look, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Can I help you?" Steve questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just wondering how some prissy boy like you used to be King of the school" Billy answered, his cigarette hanging from his lips.
"I really don't have time for this shit-" Steve scoffed, with a shake of his head.
"From what I hear you don't have time for a lot of things" Billy retorted, as Krystal couldn't help but wonder if he was referring to her.
This stopped Steve in his tracks, as he took a proper look at Billy for the first time and seemed to realise who he was. Nancy guessed that the confrontation wasn't going to end well and rolled her eyes. She didn't want to get involved in teenage drama and walked away towards the drinks table.
"Look, new kid-" Steve started, but Billy cut him off once again.
"It's Hargrove. Billy Hargrove. You should learn the name, you'll be hearing it a lot" Billy smirked, taking a step forward.
"Jesus, you're really full of yourself, huh? Or are you just full of shit?" Steve mocked, as Billy began to grin.
"Maybe you have some fire in you, after all, Harrington" Billy cheered.
Steve rolled his eyes in response and realised that Nancy was no longer with him. He turned around to look for her in the crowd, as Billy decided to push him further.
"Shame you turned bitch. But hey, I can see why. Wheeler looks like a good lay. And from what I hear, she doesn't take much persuasion-" Billy exclaimed, as Steve whipped around and grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket, pure anger on his face.
"Don't talk about her like that!" Steve warned him, looking ready to explode.
"Take your fucking hands off me" Billy growled, in a low tone.
Krystal could see the dangerous look in Billy's eyes and knew if she didn't intervene, Steve would probably end up in the hospital.
"Steve, let him go" Krystal announced, putting her hand on Steve's shoulder.
"You better do what she says," Billy told him, as Steve reluctantly pulled away.
"I thought we were going to get round two with you and Harrington for a second there, Krystal" Tommy H. teased, placing his arm around her shoulders, as Steve walked away.
In response, Krystal elbowed him in the stomach, as he stumbled back. Without turning around, Krystal raised her middle finger in the air and walked towards the kitchen to get another drink. She could hear Billy cheering her on as she went and couldn't help but smile.
By the time midnight came around, Krystal was well and truly drunk. She had hopped onto the counter in the kitchen, in an attempt to stop the room spinning, but it didn't help. Just as she was about to bring her cup filled with alcohol to her lips, it was taken away from her hand. Krystal was surprised when she saw who was in front of her.
"What do you want?" She asked Steve, who was looking at her with a concerned expression.
"You've had enough" Steve stated, as she tried to grab her drink.
"You're not the boss of me, Steve" She scoffed, as he kept her drink at arm's length.
"What happened to the three-drink maximum at high school parties?" Steve inquired.
"I decided a three-drink minimum was much more fun" Krystal laughed drunkenly, as she tried to grab the drink again, but fell off the counter this time.
Luckily, Steve was able to catch her in time, his arm going around her waist and helping her stand upright. While he was distracted, she grabbed the drink from his other hand and downed it immediately. Throwing the drink behind her, she let out a cheer, as even Steve had to laugh at the ridiculousness of her behaviour. The pair's interaction had caught Billy's attention, who currently had a pretty blonde on his lap. He watched as Steve kept his arm around Krystal's waist, and begun to wonder yet again whether the pair had been more than friends. He suddenly stood up, almost throwing the blonde to the ground as he did so, who let out an annoyed cry. He insisted to himself that it was only because it was Steve with her that he was angry. Even though he had already told three guys that night to back off when they approached her. But that wasn't the point. The point was…he was too drunk to remember, but Steve had to go.
"So, are you talking to me now?" Steve questioned, as Krystal stared into his brown eyes, finding herself zoning out.
"No…" Krystal shook her head, letting out a drunken laugh when she realised the irony.
"Look, can we talk in private? We've never talked about…what you said last month" Steve exclaimed.
"In private? I'm not that kind of girl, Stevie" Krystal giggled, as Steve shook his head, fondly.
"C'mon, I'll bring these chips with me" Steve suggested, grabbing a packet and waving it around.
"Ooo, deal" Krystal grinned, grabbing the packet as she followed him.
He led her towards a quiet corridor not far away, and leaned against the wall, as she started eating the chips happily. Billy was close behind them but came to a halt when he heard what they were talking about.
"Do you remember what you said when we had that fight at school?" Steve asked.
"Uh…that you were a dick" Krystal laughed to herself.
"Anything else?" Steve insisted.
"That you didn't care about me, that you only cared about Nancy…oh, and that…that I loved you…" Krystal trailed off, as she stopped eating.
Billy, who was still hiding behind the corner, frowned at this confession. Steve seemed like such an idiot that he couldn't understand why Krystal would be friends with him, let alone love him.
"Yeah, that" Steve nodded, with a sigh.
"You don't have anything else to say?" Krystal inquired.
"Krystal…I'm with Nancy" Steve replied.
"My ex-best friend…yeah, I remember" Krystal stated, starting to feel much soberer.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Steve sighed.
"I'm sorry that me loving you is so…so inconvenient" Krystal scoffed.
"I didn't mean it like that. Look, if I knew how you felt…maybe something could have happened. I care about you, a lot. You're my best friend. But I love Nancy. I'm sorry-" Steve was cut off, as Krystal raised her hand up.
"You think all of this is why I hit you? Getting rejected…that's fine. Well, it's not fine, but I could deal with it. I…I turned up at school covered in cuts and bruises and you…you saw me! And you just looked the other way. You say I'm your best friend? Some fucking friend you are. I needed help. Where were you?!" Krystal cried, shoving him in the chest.
"I'm sorry. That's all I can say" Steve replied.
"You know what? I should thank you. You've really made falling out of love with you easy" Krystal spat out, as she turned to walk away.
"Krystal, wait!" Steve called after her, as she turned the corner.
She was surprised when she collided with a tanned chest and looked up to see Billy staring back at her. She realised from the look on his face that he had heard some of her conversation with Steve and waited for him to begin mocking her. With cutting words on his tongue, Billy was ready to do just that until he noticed her red-rimmed eyes. The utter look of rejection on her face that he knew so well. It suddenly hit him why he had wanted Krystal at the party, why he liked being around her. They were the same. Two kids rejected by their mothers who were too scared to open to anyone else in fear of the same thing happening. But Krystal had opened up to someone, and they had thrown it back in her face. A stray tear fell down Krystal's cheek, as she looked away from him. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and brushed away the tear with his thumb, surprising Krystal with the intimate gesture. Billy pulled away quickly when Steve came rushing around the corner, who seemed annoyed to see him there.
"Krystal, please. Let's just talk about this" Steve began, as she turned to look at him.
"I think I've done enough talking for tonight" Krystal retorted, as she went to walk away.
Steve stepped forward to follow her, but Billy immediately blocked his way, an angry look in his eyes.
"She said she doesn't want to talk to you" Billy insisted, squaring up to Steve.
"This is none of your business, man" Steve scoffed.
"She's my step-sister. So yeah, it is my business" Billy stated.
"You've sure been checking her out a lot tonight to be acting brotherly now" Steve goaded, as Billy gritted his teeth.
Krystal wasn't expecting Billy to suddenly headbutt Steve, who had only been standing a few inches away from him. Steve stumbled backwards, as Billy began hurling punches, most of which hit their target. Everyone began to crowd around them, most of the boys cheering on the fight. Steve managed to duck and avoid one of Billy's punches, and lunged at him, throwing him into the wall.
"Stop! Both of you stop it!" Krystal cried.
They didn't listen to her, as Billy grabbed what appeared to be an expensive vase and slammed it down onto Steve's head. This allowed Billy to get the upper hand once again, as he twisted them around and shoved Steve against the wall.
"Billy!" Krystal exclaimed, her hand grabbing Billy's arm.
"You can stop" Krystal insisted, as he turned to look at her.
Billy let go of Steve, who dropped to the ground, with a thump. Krystal grimaced as she could see the cuts and bruises already littering his face.
"Steve!" Nancy gasped, as she pushed through the crowd.
She was by his side in an instant, helping him to stand upright. Krystal looked away with a guilty look on her face, as Tina approached them.
"What the hell?! That was my mum's vase! Get out. All of you. Now!" Tina announced, pointing towards the door.
Needing no more persuasion, Nancy began helping Steve towards the door, his arm slung over her shoulder.
"Your party was shit anyways" Billy smirked, as he shoved past Tina, grabbing a bottle of vodka on his way out.
Krystal quickly began to rush after him, hating the feel of everyone's eyes on her. The night couldn't have gone much worse.
"What do you think you're doing?" Krystal asked when she saw Billy walk towards his car.
It had taken Billy almost twenty minutes to finally find his car, and half the bottle of vodka had already been drunk.
"Driving us home obviously" He mumbled, as he opened the car door and flopped into the seat.
"Really?" Krystal went on.
"Yep," Billy replied, as he began fumbling for his keys in his pockets.
"Billy…the driver's seat is the other side" Krystal pointed out, as Billy realised, he was in the passenger's seat.
"Oh…" Billy trailed off, still looking for his keys.
"Looking for these?" Krystal guessed, ushering towards his keys which were still in the door.
"…Maybe I won't drive us home" Billy nodded, as he got out of the car.
Krystal nodded, as she took the bottle of vodka from Billy's hands and began to down the vodka. Billy watched in amazement as she continued to chug the drink, throwing her head back. Eventually, her throat began to burn too much, as she pulled the bottle away from her lips, only a small amount of the vodka remaining. Krystal smirked at Billy's look of awe.
"You would have liked me back in the day," She told him, as they started walking.
"You're not so bad now" Billy shrugged, his hands in his pockets.
"Aw, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me" Krystal giggled, nudging him with her elbow.
"Yeah well, you're still a freak" Billy added.
"And your still an asshole" She replied, as they began to laugh.
"Still I lived up to my promise and more" Billy announced, as Krystal gave him a questioning look.
"Of throwing my drink over Harrington. I one-upped myself…it was a vase instead" Billy grinned, as Krystal shook her head.
"You're so mean. His face is going to be all bruised…it's too pretty for bruises" Krystal pouted, the alcohol beginning to hit her.
"He deserved it" Billy mumbled.
"He didn't do anything wrong" Krystal shrugged.
"He hurt you. He sucks" Billy frowned.
"He shouldn't have been able to" She grumbled, kicking a nearby rock, and almost tripping over her own feet as did so.
"You shouldn't ignore Max," Billy told her, as she stopped in her tracks.
"I…I don't…it's not like that" Krystal stuttered.
"You're scared about opening up to someone else. It's obvious" Billy explained.
"It's not obvious to anyone else" Krystal pointed out.
"Yeah well…I kind of get it" Billy mumbled, as she gave him a strange look.
"You're almost nice when your drunk…it's…odd" Krystal informed him.
"Pft, I'm not nice" Billy shook his head.
"Don't worry, it can be our little secret…shh" Krystal giggled, putting her finger to her lips.
It was almost an hour later when they finally arrived back home. Both the teenagers were exhausted and couldn't wait to get into their beds, but they knew they couldn't go through the front door. If Billy's dad heard them coming home at two in the morning, they'd both be in trouble, but Billy would be the one with bruises on his face. Luckily, Krystal had left her bedroom window open, so they sneaked around to the back of the house. She pushed up her small window as high as it would go and tried to push herself up. However, in her half-drunk state, she didn't have the coordination to walk in a straight line, let alone push herself through a window. With a roll of his eyes, Billy grabbed her waist, as she let out a cry and tried to bat his hands away.
"I'm just trying to help" He stated, as he tried to push her up.
With his assistance, she was able to haul half her body through the open window, but the moment he let go of her, she fell inside with a large bang. Billy's eyes grew wide, as he quickly jumped up and crawled through the window, finding Krystal on her back.
"Hey, are you okay?" Billy whispered as he crouched down beside her.
She nodded, as he held out his hand and helped pull her up. As Krystal rubbed her sore head, Billy prayed that no one had heard the loud sound. After a few seconds, he guessed they were safe, as Krystal dropped her head onto his shoulder.
"I'm sleepy" She mumbled.
"You can't sleep on me" Billy insisted.
"Why not? You're comfy" She argued, childishly.
With a shake of his head, he placed his left arm around her back and his other arm underneath her thigh. Billy picked her up with ease, as her head lolled against his chest. He placed her down on the bed and realised that she needed to take her costume off. He guessed Max had covered for the pair, otherwise, his dad would still be up and waiting to ask him why he had gone to a party and not looked after his little sister. Billy made quick work on unzipping Krystal's boots, pulling them down her smooth legs.
"Krystal. I need to take your corset off" Billy whispered, as he helped her into a sitting position.
"Okie dokie" She smiled, trustingly, as she began to try to untie the corset.
Billy couldn't help but laugh as Krystal fumbled with the strings, clearly having a hard time seeing what she was doing. Brushing her hands away, he quickly untied the black string, which was difficult as he was trying his hardest not to stare at her chest. Once he was done, she pulled the corset away, having a simple white shirt on underneath, much to Billy's relief.
"We need to take your makeup off too. It's all smudged" He told her.
There are some wipes on top of my drawers" She yawned, as he leaned over and grabbed them.
It didn't take him long to realise he would have to do it, as when Krystal tried to wipe her makeup off, she missed her face completely. With a sigh, he started to wipe away her smudged makeup, realising he had never seen her without any makeup on. He frowned when he noticed a white line across her cheek that looked like a scar.
"When did this happen?" He queried, brushing the scar with his thumb.
He shook his head fondly when he realised that she had fallen asleep, only sitting upright due to his other hand holding her up. Deciding he had done enough, he helped lower her back down. Sitting up from her bed, he walked towards the door, but stopped as he reached out for the knob. He looked over to her open window, and the duvet that was crumbled at the bottom of her bed. With a sigh, he quietly shut the window, returning to her bed and pulling the covers over her, to stop her from getting cold.
"Night Krystal" He whispered, as he turned around
"Night Billy" She mumbled, sleepily, as Billy's lips twitched into a smile.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Over 3,000 words from me? Crazy, haha. I didn't like a lot of scenes in this chapter, so I thought I'd make it extra long. Hopefully, Billy doesn't seem too OOC. Please leave a review:)
teenwolfismylife101: Thank you for the review:) I hope you like Billy and Steve's fight, haha.
Guest: Aw, thank you! It looks like Krystal is starting to get through Billy's armour and see he's not so bad...maybe even sweet, haha.
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Runaway Fantasy Princess: Thank you:) I'm glad you're liking this story!