Billie The Bully, chapter 11
"Hey Lucy," Tre said after a while, "We're going to a party tonight. Wanna come?"
Mike and Billie turned and glared at him.
"Sure," Lucy smiled, "Whose party is it?"
"This dude from school called Dean Miller." Tre said. He smirked. "He has a crush on Billie."
Lucy looked at Billie, her eyebrows raised, to see he had gone red.
"He does not!" He insisted.
"Jeez Bill, he so does." Mike laughed.
"He's so...so..."
"Beautiful?"
"Gorgeous?"
"Sexy?"
"Humpable?"
"NO!!" Billie fumed. "He's so camp!"
Lucy laughed. "Camp?! Billie, I mean...camp?!"
"Yeah." Billie shrugged. "Y'know? Gay?"
"Well you can really talk, can't you."
Mike and Tre laughed at Lucy"s remark as Billie Joe blushed even more.
"I"m just going outside, won't be a minute." Billie said, getting up. Lucy watched him make his way out to her garden. She frowned.
"What's he doing?"
Mike and Tre shrugged, concentrating on the TV.
"I"ll go and see then, shall I?"
"He might be jacking off or something." Mike said, his eyes still pinned on the TV.
Lucy rolled her eyes and went out to the garden.
She found Billie sat right at the end of the garden smoking a cigarette.
"Since when do you smoke?!"
He jumped. "Fucking hell! You nearly gave me a heart attack!!"
"No Bille, the fag will do that all for you!" She yelled.
She reached out and knocked it out of his hand, then stomped on it, putting it out. He stared at her, then shrugged, pulled out another from his pocket and lit it.
"Grrr!"
"Look, it's just a cigarette. No big deal, OK?" Billie said.
Lucy glared at him.
Then she got an idea.
"Can I have one?"
"No fucking way." Billie laughed.
"Why?" Lucy pouted, even though the very idea of smoking made her stomach lurch. She was curious, sure, but not curious enough to want to try it.
"Because you can't."
She reached across again, this time grabbing it. How she didn"t burn herself neither of them knew.
She put it a milimetre from her lips.
"Don't you dare!" Billie threatened.
"Don't you then." Lucy said.
"But I want to!" Billie whined.
"Bill, it's bad for you."
Billie Joe looked at her, their eyes locked. Finally he rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I'll...try to give up."
Lucy smiled triumphantly. She stomped the cigarette out, and kissed him on the cheek before going back into the house.
Billie sighed. He put his hand to where she had kissed it, then got out another cigarette.
"Are you r-"
Lucy turned to see Billie, Mike and Tre stood in the doorway. Tre and Mike looked impressed, but Billie's eyes were practically popping out of his head.
She looks so sexy, Billie thought.
She was wearing a shortish black skirt and black tights, her black Doc Martins, and a black vest that had a bright pink star in the centre. Her hair was in pigtails and she had added semi-permanent pink streaks that matched the stair on her vest. Her nails were painted black and her eyes rimmed with eyeliner.
"W...wow." Billie stuttered.
Lucy smiled.
Tre nudged Billie to stop him from staring.
They set off, Mike and Lucy in front, Tre and Billie behind.
"We cannot take her to this party!" Billie said. "She'll get her drinks spiked! All the dudes will have their mouths hanging open...she's gonna get fucking raped!"
"Jeez, calm down man." Tre said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, she looks pretty hot. But we're there to keep an eye on her, yeah?"
Billie didn't look convinced.
"Hey, do you smoke?"
Lucy frowned at the guy she was dancing with.
"No," She shouted.
"You should," He yelled back.
"Why should I?"
He just smiled at her. Kinda creepily, she thought. But he was hot.
He took her hand and led her up some stairs. She'd had a bit to drink but was still pretty sober. Oh well. You were supposed to make out at parties, right?
He took her into a bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and pushed his lips against her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and putting his hands threw her hair. She kinda liked it.
He pushed her back and it was only when she felt her bra being undone that she realized what was happening.
She tried to push away.
"Uh, I don't wanna, y'know. Have sex."
The guy rolled his eyes and started kissing her again.
"I"m serious," She murmured.
He ignored her and tried to pull off her top.
"No, no..."
He pushed her back and put his hands up her top, under her bra, and felt her breasts.
"Get off!"
"Hey baby," He slurred, "God I wanna fuck you so bad baby..."
She punched him hard in the face, then kicked him off of her and ran down the stairs. She looked around the living room, tears spilling down her cheeks, and saw no-one recognizable.
She went into the kitchen. A guy and girl were making out under the table, but apart from that and the people coming in and out for drinks, it was empty.
She opened the door and went into the back garden.
"Lucy LuLu!!"
She jumped, then breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Billie stumbling towards her.
"Hey, uhmm, are you OK?"
He was a bit drunk, but a bit sober.
"No." Lucy said. "Some guy tried to fuck me."
She saw his whole face change. His smile faded and his eyes crinkled as he clenched his fists in anger.
"Who! The bastard! I'll fucking kill the cunt!!"
Lucy grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the bench. "Leave it."
"Leave it?! I can't just fucking leave it!!" He yelled. "No-one hurts my LuLu and gets away with it!"
Maybe it was the hormones, but Lucy almost cried when he said that.
Then she realized he was looking at her chest.
"What?"
"Your...uh...your bra's like..."
Lucy looked down at her chest and blushed. Her bra had of course been undone, and was now resting sort of under her breast.
"Oops."
She put her hands behind her back to correct it.
"Do you need help?"
She smirked at Billie, but saw that he was serious.
"Oh, erm, nope, nope all done." She smiled.
They didn't say anything for a while. Lucy was embarrassed and confused and tired, Billie was angry and confused and horny.
Eventually Billie took out a cigarette and lit it.
"No Billie!" Lucy said.
"Aww, come on," He said, taking a drag. He exhaled, and Lucy watched the smoke leave his mouth.
"What's it taste like?" Lucy asked, staring at him as he took another drag.
Billie laughed after the smoke left his mouth. "Don't worry, you'll never find out."
"But I wanna!" Lucy whined. "Jeeez. Please? Just let me have a little bit?"
"No." Billie said.
"Isn't there another way?"
Lucy thought about it. Would taking a drag of a cigarette taste different to how the smoke from a cigarette does? How could she find out without having one?
She watched him take the drag again, then enxhale.
No way, she thought. I can't do that.
He looked and smiled at her. Her stomach lurched. In a bad way? Or...
She leaned forward and ran her finger along his lips, then licked her finger. Nothing. She locked eyes with him then kissed him.
Mike and Billie turned and glared at him.
"Sure," Lucy smiled, "Whose party is it?"
"This dude from school called Dean Miller." Tre said. He smirked. "He has a crush on Billie."
Lucy looked at Billie, her eyebrows raised, to see he had gone red.
"He does not!" He insisted.
"Jeez Bill, he so does." Mike laughed.
"He's so...so..."
"Beautiful?"
"Gorgeous?"
"Sexy?"
"Humpable?"
"NO!!" Billie fumed. "He's so camp!"
Lucy laughed. "Camp?! Billie, I mean...camp?!"
"Yeah." Billie shrugged. "Y'know? Gay?"
"Well you can really talk, can't you."
Mike and Tre laughed at Lucy"s remark as Billie Joe blushed even more.
"I"m just going outside, won't be a minute." Billie said, getting up. Lucy watched him make his way out to her garden. She frowned.
"What's he doing?"
Mike and Tre shrugged, concentrating on the TV.
"I"ll go and see then, shall I?"
"He might be jacking off or something." Mike said, his eyes still pinned on the TV.
Lucy rolled her eyes and went out to the garden.
She found Billie sat right at the end of the garden smoking a cigarette.
"Since when do you smoke?!"
He jumped. "Fucking hell! You nearly gave me a heart attack!!"
"No Bille, the fag will do that all for you!" She yelled.
She reached out and knocked it out of his hand, then stomped on it, putting it out. He stared at her, then shrugged, pulled out another from his pocket and lit it.
"Grrr!"
"Look, it's just a cigarette. No big deal, OK?" Billie said.
Lucy glared at him.
Then she got an idea.
"Can I have one?"
"No fucking way." Billie laughed.
"Why?" Lucy pouted, even though the very idea of smoking made her stomach lurch. She was curious, sure, but not curious enough to want to try it.
"Because you can't."
She reached across again, this time grabbing it. How she didn"t burn herself neither of them knew.
She put it a milimetre from her lips.
"Don't you dare!" Billie threatened.
"Don't you then." Lucy said.
"But I want to!" Billie whined.
"Bill, it's bad for you."
Billie Joe looked at her, their eyes locked. Finally he rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I'll...try to give up."
Lucy smiled triumphantly. She stomped the cigarette out, and kissed him on the cheek before going back into the house.
Billie sighed. He put his hand to where she had kissed it, then got out another cigarette.
"Are you r-"
Lucy turned to see Billie, Mike and Tre stood in the doorway. Tre and Mike looked impressed, but Billie's eyes were practically popping out of his head.
She looks so sexy, Billie thought.
She was wearing a shortish black skirt and black tights, her black Doc Martins, and a black vest that had a bright pink star in the centre. Her hair was in pigtails and she had added semi-permanent pink streaks that matched the stair on her vest. Her nails were painted black and her eyes rimmed with eyeliner.
"W...wow." Billie stuttered.
Lucy smiled.
Tre nudged Billie to stop him from staring.
They set off, Mike and Lucy in front, Tre and Billie behind.
"We cannot take her to this party!" Billie said. "She'll get her drinks spiked! All the dudes will have their mouths hanging open...she's gonna get fucking raped!"
"Jeez, calm down man." Tre said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, she looks pretty hot. But we're there to keep an eye on her, yeah?"
Billie didn't look convinced.
"Hey, do you smoke?"
Lucy frowned at the guy she was dancing with.
"No," She shouted.
"You should," He yelled back.
"Why should I?"
He just smiled at her. Kinda creepily, she thought. But he was hot.
He took her hand and led her up some stairs. She'd had a bit to drink but was still pretty sober. Oh well. You were supposed to make out at parties, right?
He took her into a bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and pushed his lips against her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and putting his hands threw her hair. She kinda liked it.
He pushed her back and it was only when she felt her bra being undone that she realized what was happening.
She tried to push away.
"Uh, I don't wanna, y'know. Have sex."
The guy rolled his eyes and started kissing her again.
"I"m serious," She murmured.
He ignored her and tried to pull off her top.
"No, no..."
He pushed her back and put his hands up her top, under her bra, and felt her breasts.
"Get off!"
"Hey baby," He slurred, "God I wanna fuck you so bad baby..."
She punched him hard in the face, then kicked him off of her and ran down the stairs. She looked around the living room, tears spilling down her cheeks, and saw no-one recognizable.
She went into the kitchen. A guy and girl were making out under the table, but apart from that and the people coming in and out for drinks, it was empty.
She opened the door and went into the back garden.
"Lucy LuLu!!"
She jumped, then breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Billie stumbling towards her.
"Hey, uhmm, are you OK?"
He was a bit drunk, but a bit sober.
"No." Lucy said. "Some guy tried to fuck me."
She saw his whole face change. His smile faded and his eyes crinkled as he clenched his fists in anger.
"Who! The bastard! I'll fucking kill the cunt!!"
Lucy grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the bench. "Leave it."
"Leave it?! I can't just fucking leave it!!" He yelled. "No-one hurts my LuLu and gets away with it!"
Maybe it was the hormones, but Lucy almost cried when he said that.
Then she realized he was looking at her chest.
"What?"
"Your...uh...your bra's like..."
Lucy looked down at her chest and blushed. Her bra had of course been undone, and was now resting sort of under her breast.
"Oops."
She put her hands behind her back to correct it.
"Do you need help?"
She smirked at Billie, but saw that he was serious.
"Oh, erm, nope, nope all done." She smiled.
They didn't say anything for a while. Lucy was embarrassed and confused and tired, Billie was angry and confused and horny.
Eventually Billie took out a cigarette and lit it.
"No Billie!" Lucy said.
"Aww, come on," He said, taking a drag. He exhaled, and Lucy watched the smoke leave his mouth.
"What's it taste like?" Lucy asked, staring at him as he took another drag.
Billie laughed after the smoke left his mouth. "Don't worry, you'll never find out."
"But I wanna!" Lucy whined. "Jeeez. Please? Just let me have a little bit?"
"No." Billie said.
"Isn't there another way?"
Lucy thought about it. Would taking a drag of a cigarette taste different to how the smoke from a cigarette does? How could she find out without having one?
She watched him take the drag again, then enxhale.
No way, she thought. I can't do that.
He looked and smiled at her. Her stomach lurched. In a bad way? Or...
She leaned forward and ran her finger along his lips, then licked her finger. Nothing. She locked eyes with him then kissed him.
