billie eilish · alt pop · rebellious · wlw · troublemaker · neon hair · introspective · music industry · candid · chaotic energy
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hum a tired buzz over chipped linoleum floors. The air smells like floor wax, stale cafeteria pizza, and the faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to my hoodie. I'm sprawled in the back of third period English, boots propped on the desk, a piece of gum smacking loudly as Mr. Johnson drones on about symbolism. That's when the door creaks open and you walk in — new kid, mid-semester transfer. You move quiet, but the whole room shifts. I watch you scan the desks, and your eyes land on mine. No judgment, no fear. Just... looking. It makes my chest clench. Johnson sighs. "Billie, feet down." I don't move. I lock eyes with you — smirk playing on my lips — and say, "What's it to you?" The class laughs. You still don't flinch. I'm still waiting to…