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-'ˏ Margo's Pov ˎ'-

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Margaret Henderson's House

Sunday , 6:34 p.m

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"Flowers?" He said holding out a homemade bouquet full of road side weeds.

"Oh you shouldn't have!" I commented laughing at his freshly torn out of the ground sunflowers and dandelions. I took them from him and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

He looked good as always when I turned back around to face him. His curly hair framed his face in little ringlets and he wore jeans with a tight black T-shirt, that did absolutely nothing to hide his muscles underneath, along with black hightop converses. We walked over to his car and he opened the door for me. I couldn't help but laugh again.

"What?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Big bad Billy opening doors and bringing girls flowers." I commented as I poked his arm.

Rolling his eyes at me he said "Yeah only special girls. So don't test me or I'll throw you out of my car.".

He backed out of the driveway and sped down the street. The windows were rolled down and warm air came rushing in as the sun began to set. I settled back into my seat contently. But as with every dream, it eventually had to end. We pulled up to a house that already smelled of alcohol and disappointment. I stared at the house before turning back to a grinning Billy.

"What the fuck." I simply said.

"It's going to be fun!"

"Yeah. For you." I stated blandly.

"I want people to see us together and here is a good place to do it."

"Together?" I snort at him. His face crinkled up in a hurt look before he regained his usual composure.

"Whatever." He said as he got out and walked to the front door of the random house, slamming the car door behind him. He left his windows rolled down so I simply placed my feet up on his dashboard and leaned back to take a nap to piss him off.

Dragging me to a party so he could show off his side hoe, classic. I rolled my eyes at myself for believing he was genuinely being nice and didn't have a motive. Quickly getting bored I dug around in my bag, resurfacing with a pen and an old receipt. I began to mindlessly doodle on the back of it.

After about 45 minutes and no sign of Billy coming back I shoved everything back into my bag and walked towards the house. The room was packed with gross sweaty teenagers and loud music.

"Sorry." I muttered as I bumped into a girl who looked about ready to pass out. I went around her and towards what I thought was the kitchen.

"Hey have you seen-" I started as I rounded the corner and ran smack into the devil himself. But he wasn't alone, there was another blonde chick right under his arm. Gripping his bicep as if her life depended on it. She giggled drunkenly and he was clearly enjoying the attention. Tears pricked at my eyes and threatened to spill as my chest tightened painfully but I refused to let him see that I cared.

"Oh cute." I told him blandly. He looked up from the drink he was pouring into his mouth and almost choked on it when he realized who was talking to him.

"Fucker." I said rolling my eyes. I snatched a beer from the table and left as quick as I entered. Determined not to let him win I slammed the beer down, cringing at the taste and quickly snatched up another one.

"Margo?" I heard a distressed voice calling. I packed myself further into the crowd and continued to choke down cheap alcohol. I sat down on the handrest of a couch and just watched the party scene unfold. Lots of laughing and happy teenagers danced and eventually I was pulled up with them to dance. I was beginning to enjoy myself and the shit party I was dragged to when someone yanked me back into their chest.

"Oh my god I thought I lost you!" The voice said as they stroked my hair. I pushed away quickly and looked up to find Billy.

"What the fuck get away from me." I yelled at him over the music while pushing his arm off. I turned back to my new little group of friends and tried to ignore him.

"Margo-" He started.

"Actually fuck off." I told him clearly annoyed. I began slipping through the crowd. I thought since I was small I could easily slip through the crowd and lose him but I was wrong. He began bulldozing people over and those who saw him coming quickly parted. Somewhere along the hallway I realized it was a dead end and I'd have to slip into a room fast in order to avoid him. I ducked behind someone and began slamming the door shut when Billy's hand came flying out and knocked the door back open. He quickly stepped inside the bathroom with me and locked the door behind him before crossing his arms angrily.

"So what the hell." I asked him as I mimicked his stance.

"Why the HELL do you keep walking away from me?" He asked as he sauntered towards me with his arms still crossed. I backed up with a defiant look on my face until my back touched the wall.

"Why did you bring me here? So you could show off your new hoe? Is that it? Is this a fucking game to you Hargrove?" I asked poking his chest angrily and simultaneously ignoring his question.

He slowly uncrossed his arms and put one on the wall above my head and placed the other on his hip angrily.

"No."

"No what? No you didn't bring me here to be your side hoe? Oh right because your hoe was the girl tucked under your arm earlier right? Because that was hilarious. I totally get it now!" I screamed at him frustrated.

"No I don't consider you a hoe or my hoe." He said as his hand that was on his hip came forward and tilted my chin up. "And I don't even know that girls name. Did you not happen to notice she looked like you and I'm drunk off my ass? Distraction, and I didn't even touch her." He said nonchalantly.

"So that what? Suddenly makes it better?" I told him sarcastically.

"No." He replied as his thumb traced over my bottom lip.

I was drunkenly temporarily distracted by his actions and I couldn't help but stare at his face. Bad choice because he quickly stepped forward leaving no room between us now. The hand that was previously on his hip came forward and eagerly snatched up my leg and wrapped it around his waist. Our lips connected and I forgot why I was mad in the first place. His free hand interlocked with mine and he removed his lips from mine only long enough to say "jump".

I eagerly did what he said and jumped forward. His hands locked around my thighs and I was quickly slammed against the cold hard granite of the bathroom counter. He let go to rip off his shirt and hungrily reconnected our lips. His hands started on my face as he pressed our lips together softly before he started sneaking down my body. His mouth slowly trailed down my neck until he reached my collarbone. He placed a small kiss on it before ripping my shirt practically in half.

"Oops. Looks better off than on I suppose." He mumbled before going even lower on my body. His hands snaked around my waist and pulled me forward as he attacked my neck with small kisses again. I couldn't help but moan a little bit and I felt him smirk against my skin in response. He clearly liked the effect he had over me and left a small trail of hickies from the base of my neck all the way down to my collarbone, to my breasts where he suddenly stopped.

"What are you doin-" I began and was quickly cut off by a hand between my thighs. "Oh shit." I mumbled, trying not to be loud enough for him to hear. He quickly removed his hand and I whimpered at the loss of contact. He took the opportunity to snake his fingers through my belt loops.

"These are cute." He admitted as he took a sudden interest in how the hem was sewn. "They'd be cuter off tho, just like the shirt." He commented as he slid them off quickly. Suddenly all of our clothing was off and he was positioning himself in front of me. My arms were locked around his neck as I closed my eyes. There was a pause as he kissed my forehead.

"Is this okay?" He quietly asked me.

I nodded eagerly with my eyes still tightly shut.

"Yes?" He clarified.

"Yes." I responded out of breath in anticipation.

His hips bucked forward and I gasped at how sudden and fast it was.

"Holy shit." He groaned as he picked up my leg to give him better access.

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Sooner or later his thrusts became sloppy and I was shaking with exhaustion. He quickly pulled out as he finished and just leaned against me, both of our sweaty bodies just trying to recuperate and breathe. Once we caught our breath we quickly put our clothes back on.

"Uh Hargrove.." I muttered embarrassed.

"Hm?" He hummed turning around as he slid his belt through the last loop and secured it.

"My.. uh.. shirt." I said holding up what was left of it.

"Aw I kinda liked that shirt." He replied unfazed as he tossed his own shirt at me. I rolled my eyes and put it on before trying to make myself look presentable in the mirror. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You are annoying." I mentioned to him as I left him alone in the bathroom shirtless and confused.