"Can you please explain to me how you ended up in the nurse's office with a busted hand?" Sidney asked softly as she sat beside Billy on her bed, antiseptic, an ice pack, a pair of scissors, and a roll of gauze bandages on her other side. Ever since they got home from the hospital where they'd learned that Billy had broken his hand, Sidney took it upon herself to care for Billy's injury and help him keep his wound clean as well as remind him to ice the area.
"It wasn't my fault," Billy grunted as she inspected the damage. His knuckles were swollen and he couldn't really move them or even his entire hand; whenever he did, pain would shoot up his spine and radiate throughout his entire body like some kind of shockwave.
Sidney rose an eyebrow at him as she began to gently disinfect his split skin, softly apologizing each time she heard him hiss from the sting. "I'm not blaming you," she said. "I just want to know what happened. One minute you're fine and then the next your mom is calling me because you got sent to the nurse's office and then the hospital for a broken hand. I was worried about you, Billy, and I still am." Sidney's voice was so soft and gentle, her eyes shining with concern, and it hit him for the millionth time since they started dating just how lucky he was to have this girl.
So he sighed and dropped his shoulders, leaning into her touch even as he winced a bit from the lingering bite of the antiseptic. "Okay," he acquiesced. "I got into a fight."
"Billy!" Sidney admonished, finishing with the antiseptic and reaching for the roll of gauze bandages.
"I know, I know," he sighed, having already heard a lecture from his mother. His father stared at him with this hard disapproval on his face but he didn't say much, not that Billy really expected him to. Hank Loomis didn't have that much interest in what he did unless it directly affected him.
'Explains why he showed up today with Mom,' the dark blonde teen thought dryly.
It was silent for a while as Sidney focused on unrolling the gauze to the length she needed and then cutting it off with the scissors before reaching for his hand again and beginning to carefully wrap the bandage around it. When it was nice and tight around him and would stay in place when he moved, she tied the end into a knot and placed the ice pack onto the swollen area.
"There," she said, moving his uninjured hand to hold the ice pack down onto his broken one so the wound could get as much of the cold as possible.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"Billy, why did you get into a fight?" Sidney asked after another few moments of silence. She waited until he looked up at her and they stared into each other's eyes, hers concerned and his agitated.
"I was protecting you," he answered.
Sidney's eyes widened in surprise. "M-Me?" She stammered, surprised.
Billy nodded.
For a minute she could only gape at him, her mouth moving but unable to speak. Eventually she cleared her throat and inquired, "What happened?"
Billy grit his teeth and he clenched his unbroken hand into a tight fist. "Steve Orth and his asshole friends," he hissed.
Billy was at his locker, trading textbooks when he heard Steve Orth with his jock minions talking a few doors down. He was going to ignore him because talking to Steve Orth and the football idiots—ironic since he used to be on the team—wasn't worth the brain cells he'd lose, but the next thing that came out of Steve's mouth stopped him dead in his tracks.
"I'd totally fuck Sidney if she wasn't already with Loomis," Steve was saying with a laugh.
"Come on, man, really? Sidney Prescott? She's the good girl, the virgin. She doesn't have the experience that Laura or Christina or even Casey does," one loser claimed.
"Yeah," another agreed. "Don't get me wrong…Sid's probably a closeted slut, but until someone goes digging and breaks her in, she wouldn't be any good."
The way that those fuckers spoke about his girlfriend as if she was a piece of meat made Billy seethe with rage, his teeth clenching so hard he swore they'd break any second from the pressure. His fist clenched at his side and his fingers gripped the bottom interior of his locker with so much strength he could feel it bite into his skin.
Instead of giving up, though, Steve only smirked. "And that's exactly why I want to fuck her, boys. Everyone knows what a whore her mom is, so it's inevitable that her daughter will be the same way, but being the first one to pop that cherry before she starts throwing herself at every guy that will look at her? That's more exciting."
They laughed. "Yeah, man, you're right," jockstrap #2 acquiesced. "Being the one to break her in will feel better than being the hundredth."
Slam!
Steve and his fuckboys jumped and turned to see Billy standing, glaring at them with hatred in his eyes, one hand still tightly clenched into a fist while the other rested on the locker he'd violently closed. His body was tense, coiled like a snake about to strike, and the tightness in his jaw could be seen miles away. His fury made his dark eyes black. He looked absolutely demonic.
Steve's friends went white and they immediately backed away, knowing all too well about Billy's dangerous temper and history of violence from his old school. He was a great ally to have on the field or when he was in your corner because he was a fighter, but off of it or if he hated you? He was someone you really didn't want to cross…and they'd just been talking about taking his girlfriend's virginity…
Steve, out of stupidity or he just didn't care, only grinned at him. "Got a problem, Loomis?" He asked. He didn't notice that his friends had scattered, leaving him behind to face the storm that was Billy.
"Yeah, I got a fucking problem, Orth," Billy growled, stalking forward until he was nose to nose with Steve. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking about Sidney like that?"
Steve shrugged. "I'm telling the truth, aren't I? She's a sweet little virgin now, but once her cherry is popped, she's gonna be just like her mom."
"Shut the fuck up," Billy's voice came out like a snarl.
Steve smirked. "Or what, Loomis?" He challenged. "Are you really going to fight me over a slut?"
"Call my girlfriend a slut one more time and you'll find out why your little friends would rather run away than face me."
"Sidney Prescott is a S-L-U-T."
All of Billy's self-control snapped then and he lunged, knocking Steve down and holding him to the floor with one fist while the other rained down punches. Though the football star tried, he couldn't keep up and within minutes, Billy was being pulled off of Steve, still seeing red. He couldn't even feel the pain of his hand, bloody and broken from the brute force he used. All he saw was Steve's mangled face.
When Billy finished his story, Sidney was staring at him with shock. She felt humiliated that Steve Orth would talk about her like that with his friends. It was crushing for her to realize that that's what people saw her as: the innocent girl until she's deflowered and then she's on her way to becoming Woodsboro's Town Bicycle 2.0.
She swallowed dryly, tears pricking the backs of her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. Instead she turned his normal hand over, flipped the ice pack so the colder side was on his broken one, and replaced his normal hand. After she did that, she leaned forward and kissed him softly.
Billy instantly returned her kiss, deepening it. Her lips on his—any contact with her, really—was like a balm to his soul. It soothed him and quelled his rage. He felt like his normal self when he was with Sidney, no longer plagued by anger issues or family problems. He just felt like Billy.
When she pulled away after a few minutes, smiling when he made a noise and chased after her lips, she placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you for standing up for me," she whispered, the tears finally falling as she took in the depth of Billy's love for her.
Billy smiled. "I will always stand up for you, Princess," he promised before bringing her close to him in a loving, comforting embrace.
His hand still throbbed, but he didn't care about that when his girlfriend was in his arms where she belonged.
