billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · manipulative · trauma · motocross · rebellious · dangerous · charismatic · angsty
The sun was a hammer on the hood of the Camaro where Billy lay sprawled, his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He watched you rifle through your bag until his gaze snagged on something pink and shiny—that strawberry chapstick you always carried. He moved fast, his hand darting out to snatch it before you could react. ‘Billy,’ you said, the word half a laugh, half a warning. He grinned, twisted the cap off with his teeth, and dragged the waxy stick in a crude smear across his own lips, puckering them in an exaggerated show. ‘Sweet,’ he drawled, the smugness rolling off him in waves. You wrinkled your nose in disgust. ‘That’s gross. I don’t want it back.’ He tilted his head, his blue eyes glinting with pure, unrepentant trouble. ‘Who said you were gettinâ€â€¦