CHAPTER TWO:
BEACH PARTY GONE WRONG..

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"BILLIE! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE—HERE, THERES AN OPEN SEAT FOR YOU NEXT TO ME."

Billie bit on the inside of her lip, huffing a quick breath through her nose whilst she contemplated her options. She could race upstairs and lock herself in her room, though she would probably be followed and that would defeat the whole purpose of hiding; or she could brave through dinner and just act like she hadn't basically told her father to F off. Billie ultimately decided that option two would leave her with the least issues, so she worked up the best fake smile she could and walked over to the dining table, setting down her bags by her seat.

"Oh, Billie. It's been so long, how are you?" asked Johnny's mother whilst Billie seated herself next to the bleach blonde boy.

  Billie looked up, trying her best to act neutral. "Uh—yeah—uh. I'm good."

  "Well, that's good. How's your mother?"

"She's good," Billie answered shortly, crossing her arms against her stomach. She couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable under Mrs. Lawrence's gaze, even though Billie knew she met well. Really, Mrs. Lawrence was the only person in this house she least was a semi okay with.

  "Good, good. Tell her we wish her well," she smiled kindly as Billie gave her a courteous nod.

  Billie felt her throat tighten as her father walked into the room, hand running through his greying hair in what looked like stress.

  "Uh—alright. Now that Billie's here, we can eat. The pizza box is on the counter, so come on everyone, let's go." Billie couldn't help but be appalled at her father's ability to pretend that she hadn't just told him she practically didn't want anything to do with him.

"Pizza? Now come on, Diego. That's just cheap. You couldn't have hired a cook or something?" Sid Weinburg complained, giving Diego a look of disapproval. Billie almost threw up in her mouth upon hearing his disgusting voice. She'd always hated Sid Weinburg, for his entitlement and disrespect of others, especially Johnny and his mother.

Billie cast a quick side glance at Johnny to see that he was already staring at her, which caused Billie to look away in loathing. She wanted nothing to do with Johnny, especially after their argument before her and her mother left; but also especially because of the look he was giving her. He looked almost lovesick, like he'd been waiting for this moment for forever. She would've felt bad five years ago, but it wasn't five years ago, so she didn't. And besides, Billie hasn't and will never show any romantic interest in Johnny Lawrence, no matter if her father or Sid liked or not.

You see, Diego and Sid had had an agreement that Billie and Johnny would one day have a romantic relationship—Billie knew that the reason for their agreement was simple: money. She guessed that it was the whole 'let's keep the riches in the family' ordeal. Which, obviously, Billie is and wasn't very happy about. Billie was determined to find her own way in life—carve her own path—not be forced to marry some guy just because her dumbass father said so. She would rather die than go through with that.

"Come on, Sid. Not tonight." Billie heard Mrs. Lawrence say, giving Sid a look of pleading before he grumbled something inaudible and went to go get his pieces of pizza first.

"Hey, Billie-Jean," Johnny called from beside her. Billie stiffened and forced herself to glare over towards him.

"Yes?"

"Just wanted to say that you look good tonight," he said with a slight smirk, causing Billie to mentally gag. "Also, I can get your pizza for you, if you'd like."

"No, I'm good." Her tone of voice was harsh, harsher than Billie had originally meant it to be. She watched as a small frown set in on Johnny's face before he scowled and swiftly got up, following after his step-father.

  With an uncomfortable squeak from her chair, Billie got up and walked to the kitchen; refusing to meet eyes with her father who was practically burning a hole through her head as she walked by. She grabbed one piece of pizza and a water bottle from the fridge before trailing back over to the table with a noticeable frown edged onto her face. Billie was trying to look at least a little normal, but she knew she had blown that when she walked in looking like she'd just seen death.

  Sitting back down with another freaking awkward squeak, Billie began to eat, keeping her hazel eyes glued to her plate. Just eat quickly and then excuse yourself. She told herself. All she had to do was brave her father, Sid, and Johnny for a little longer, then she was temporarily free. The temporarily in that sentence definitely annoyed Billie, but at the moment she would take whatever she could get.

Dinner went on relatively free of issue, expect for a few times where Johnny would try to flirt with her; other than that, she'd mostly survived unscathed. Now, all she had to do was get upstairs and away from them.

  Billie looked at her empty plate before she made a small coughing sound, bringing all attention onto herself. "Uh—I finished, so—uh—I'm going to bring my stuff upstairs and take a break."

  "Alright." She heard her father say in a broken tone while she evaded his stare. Billie collected the bag on her left side and reached down to grab the bag on her right side, only to have her hand brush up against Johnny's; which upon realizing that it was Johnny's hand had her jolting her hand back up quicker than the speed of light. She bit onto the inside of her lip to stop herself from getting anymore emotionally distressed. Billie knew her facade of neutrality was slipping; she needed to get out of there now.

"I'll help you with your things, Billie," Johnny said with a another smirk, standing up with Billie's other bag. Of course you will. Billie thought bitterly whilst getting out of her chair and pushing it in behind her.

The walk to Billie's room was full of tension—at least from Billie's perspective. Practically the whole time she could feel Johnny's eyes on her, and it made her want to throw herself out of a window. Eventually, though, they made it to her room.

Surprisingly, it hadn't changed any since she'd last been there. The walls were still a pearly white, the bed was still as stiff-looking as ever, and her white desk still had the same books, pencils, and paper sprawled across it. It seems that her father hadn't even dared to walk in there since the day Billie and Maria left.

  Billie walked over to her bed and placed down her bag, to which Johnny followed suite. She scooted away from him as he tried to stand uncomfortably close to her, which caused Johnny to scoff and turn to look her in the face.

  "What the hell was that?" he asked with an edge to his voice, crossing his arms tightly across his chest in annoyance.

  "What the hell was what? I'm just standing here!"

  "You know what. The whole night you've been ignoring me and everyone else. Acting like we don't even exist. What even is your problem anyways?" he cursed out, biting his lip.

  Billie shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and took a deep breath, trying to keep her composer. All night she'd been like a time bomb; ticking and ticking and ticking in till she couldn't take anymore and just blew up. She knew her time was about to be up—she could feel that last tick—ticking by. Billie-Jean Rodriguez was about to snap—and there was nothing she could do about it.

  "You wanna know my problem, Johnny? My problem is the fact that I'm even here right now. I don't wanna be here—at all! The only reason I even walked through that stupid door was because I had to, alright? Had to. I would rather be in New York, living in my mom's dingy apartment than here—here in this living hell!"

  Billie watched as Johnny's eyes widened and his eyebrows scrunched together, looking at her in a mix of confusion and what Billie hoped wasn't concern.

  "I still don't understand why you're so mad at me! I've been nothing but nothing but kind to you since you've gotten here!"

  "Look, Johnny. I just want you to leave me alone. Got it? Just get out of my room and leave me alone." Billie's chest heaved up and down as she glared up at the tall, blond figure of Johnny Lawrence. She knew that the Johnny she was once best friends with was gone—lost to Cobra Kai's teachings and his stupid friends. That had been one of the reasons for their fight five years ago. And it was still one of the reasons why she refused his advances at the current moment.

  "Why should I? I just want an answer, Billie-Jean. Just an answer!" Johnny's hands were now balled up at his sides as he glared downwards at Billie. She could tell that his temper was slipping.

"Just get out and leave me alone, alright? I don't have to tell you anything—you should already know anyways! And by the way, don't call me Billie-Jean!"

"Oh, please—I'll call you whatever I want!"

"You know what!" Before Billie even knew exactly what she was doing, she had taken her hands to Johnny's chest and pushed him through her doorframe, closing the door quickly afterwards. She swiftly locked the door and let out a loud breath through her mouth before trudging over towards her bed and collapsing onto the covers in exasperation.

  Billie was done—the time bomb had blown.

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  BILLIE WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH A HYPOTHETICAL THORN IN HER SIDE. Well, maybe it could be considered "hypocritical," but to her it was teetering on being real.

That morning had gone by slow—oddly slow—at least by Billie's standards. She'd woken up at nearly 11:30 and had to drag herself out of bed—since she was so damn tired after the hell of a day that was the day before. She'd fixed herself some cereal and nearly halfway through remembered the beach party that she had promised she'd show up to today—which caused her to shove her food down her throat even quicker and force herself to get ready faster than she had ever before.

By 1:30, Billie had showered, tamed the beast that is her hair, put on her white bikini,  sweat shirt, and sweatpants, and packed a bag with her soccer ball and a few water bottles. She figured she could skip the sun screen this time—since she was Half Puerto Rican and Half Filipina—which meant she tanned quite well.

Now, Billie was flying down a coastline road on her motorcycle, the sides of her orange leather jacket flowing in the wind with her hair. Maybe this is the only good thing about The Valley. Billie thought. A hell of a lot more space and roads for motorcycling.

  After a few minutes, Billie pulled up to the beach, parking her motorcycle in a parking spot next to a few cars that she assumed belonged to the other people attending Freddy's party. She climbed off of the motorcycle and took off her leather jacket, placing it on the saddle whilst she pulled off her sweatshirt and sweatpants. After changing out of her cover clothes, Billie unchained her small bag and stuffed her jacket and cover clothes onto the top before pulling the bag shut and throwing it over her shoulder.

  Billie smiled as she looked out at the beach, hazel eyes immediately finding the teenagers she assumed were Freddy's party. There were two groups; one of boys and one of girls. She observed for a moment and found Freddy stood by a few boys, chugging water down their throats and looking out her direction. Billie's smile grew bigger when her feet hit the sand. She'd always loved the feeling of sand beneath her feet.

Billie trudged through the sand, gaze now on the group of girls. She recognized a few of them; Ali Mills, one of her old friends, Susan Blatt, another old friend, and Cassidy Bennet, another old friend. Excitement bubbled at her stomach as she snuck up behind them and tapped Ali on the shoulder.

  "Huh?" she gasped as she turned around, before her eyes got wide and she let out squeal. "Billie?!"

Before Billie could say anything back she had Ali's arms around her, engulfing her in a tight hug. "Billie—I can't believe you're here—right in front of us—oh my gosh!"

  Billie smiled as she hugged back and let go quickly afterwards, only to be met with Ali's large smile and all the girls stood around her in surprise and joy.

  "Oh, Billie. We all missed you so much, you know that?" Susan beamed from beside Ali. Billie sent her a large smile.

  "Alright, now that you're back, Billie, we've gotta talk! Come on, sit down with us," Cassidy smiled, motioning for her and the rest of the girls to sit back down.

Billie and the rest of the girls sat down, with Billie sitting in between Ali and Cassidy. Some of the girls Billie hadn't known very well turned to each other and began talking again, but not before sending her a friendly smile and a wave.

"So, how was New York? Is the city really as big as it looks on TV?" asked Ali eagerly, blonde hair ruffling in the wind.

"To some people it is, but for me it was kinda underwhelming," Billie answered, smoothing out some of her hair as she leaned back on the towel.

  "Hmm. I'll keep that in mind," Ali teased with a serious face before bumping Billie in the shoulder playfully.

  "How have you been?" Cassidy questioned, gazing at Billie with kind eyes.

  "Okay, I guess. It's been a little hard moving back, but I'm okay." Billie watched as Ali, Cassidy, and Susan shared a fleeting look before gazing back over at Billie. She hoped they didn't look into the frown and distant expression edged on her face; she didn't want or need anyone's pity—especially after last night.

"Well, that's good. Guess what—I finally made the track team last year!" Cassidy exclaimed, smiling proudly at herself. Cassidy had always wanted to run track, ever since Billie made their middle school team in 6th grade. Of course, Billie had to quit when she left, but she kept running track in New York and even started soccer. She was quite good at both sports, due to her athletic abilities and good work ethic.

  "That's great, Cass! What are you running?" Billie asked, tilting her head towards Cassidy's form.

"The mile and the 800. Coach said I wasn't built for short distance, but she said I was perfect for long. You know, since you're back you should try out for short distance—we really need a fast sprinter like you. Especially to compete with East Valley. They've won the past three years and have yet to let us live it down."

"Oh, trust me, I plan on it. Sports are the only thing that's gonna keep my ass sane here."

"Billie! I didn't know you cursed now!" Susan boomed sarcastically from beside Ali, sending all three girls into a fit of giggles.

  "New York changes you. Honestly, like it's not just on the outside, but spiritually too. I just feel so, enlightened," Billie said in a higher voice while waving her hands around to make it more dramatic.

Billie and the girls continued to talk for a little while longer before Billie decided that she wanted to get some juggling in while she had the chance. She grabbed her soccer ball out of her bag before excusing herself and finding a spot near the towel so she could juggle.

She started at her feet, concentrating on keeping the ball bouncing between the tops of her feet. For a few minutes she juggled in peace, eventually moving up to her thighs, before she was interrupted by another ball rolling up to her feet. Billie let her ball fall to the ground and bent down to pick up the other, looking around for whoever it could have belonged to.

Her eyes met with a pair of big, bright brown ones as a boy her age walked shyly over, scratching the back of his head in what looked like nervousness. She couldn't help but admire the boy for a second as he walked over; he was kinda skinny, with, of course, big brown eyes, tan skin, and pink lips. He's cute. Billie thought, smiling as he stopped in front of her.

He just stared at her for a few seconds, before he blushed and began rambling slightly. "Oh—uh—sorry for staring—uh—"

"You looking for this?" Billie said with a charmed grin, letting out a giggle at the boy's embarrassment; she found it quite adorable.

"Yeah! I am," he smiled distractedly, as he didn't take his eyes off of her. "Hey, uh. You're pretty good at juggling."

  "Really? Thank you, Mystery Boy," Billie playfully teased with a grin, enjoying the blush that formed on his tanned cheeks.

  "Yeah, you're like really good. Better than a lot guys I know."

  "So, you're surprised a girl is good at juggling?"

  "No—no—that's not it at all—I think girls are great—like—you guys can do anything—"

  "I'm teasing. Don't worry, I'm not the type of person to put you on the spot like that." Billie watched as he registered her words before nodding with a beaming smile. There was a moment of silence before Billie stuck out the ball with her hands.

  "You weren't just looking for your ball, were you?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow up towards the tan boy as his hands brushed hers as he took the ball.

  "Ah—well—no. You got me. I was looking to, uh, talk to you," he admitted, looking downwards in embarrassment.

  "Well—" Billie was cut off before she could continue talking.

  "Hey, New Boy! You just gonna keep flirting or you gonna get the ball!"

  "Oh, uh, I gotta go. Talk later?" the boy asked while walking backwards away.

"Yeah, of course, Mystery Boy." He smiled, shaking his head and muttering something before turning around and jogging off towards the other boys. Billie rolled her eyes as Freddy and a few other boys made wolf-whistles and pushed the boy around a bit. Boys. Billie thought as she went back to juggling. So immature.

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DAY FADED INTO NIGHT, AND TOOK THE ROWDINESS OF THE TEENAGERS WITH IT. Not long after the sunset, everyone was settled; for the girls it was on the towel, and for the boys it was the cozy fumes of the bond fire that they were cooking hotdogs on.

Throughout the afternoon and evening, Billie had kept catching the mystery boy's gaze. Every time he was not playing soccer or goofing around with Freddy, his attention was on Billie. Billie showed him the same treatment; whenever she wasn't busy splashing water on Ali or racing Cassidy down the shore, she was watching him play soccer or accidentally catching his brown eyes in a stare.

  Now, Billie was admiring him from the towel; she had changed into her sweatpants and sweatshirt, and was half-listening to Susan ramble on about school or something like that. Maybe half-listening wasn't the word. It was more like completely ignoring.

She watched as Freddy began talking to the boy while holding the soccer ball in one hand. For some reason, Freddy and the boy keep glancing over towards Billie, and after a little bit a few of the other boys began laughing and shoving the boy around. It looked like they were trying to edge him on to do something, or maybe they were just horsing around. She wasn't completely sure, since it was hard to tell from where she was sitting.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, Freddy punted the soccer ball over the boys and onto the girl's towel, where it bounced off of a few bags and ended up near the front.

The girls erupted into laughter and Billie reached over to pick up the soccer ball with an eye roll. Standing up, Billie dusted off the ball before walking over towards the boys and being met with the tall and lanky figure of the mystery boy from earlier.

  "So, this is your way of 'talking later'?" Billie teased, smirking up at the boy with mischievous eyes.

  "I guess so. I mean, I made you a promise. So, you know, you always keep promises." Billie shook her head, admiring him from up close once again; his eyes seemed even more bright in the dim lighting that the night had brung.

"But anyway. I haven't gotten your name yet. I'm Daniel. Daniel LaRusso," he introduced, giving her another large smile.

"Nice to formally meet you, Daniel. I'm Billie-Jean. Billie-Jean Rodriguez. But don't call me Billie-Jean. Just call me Billie."

Daniel's eyes lit up in some kind of recognition as he went to speak. "Billie-Jean? As in the Michael Jackson song, Billie Jean?"

  "Yes," Billie replied in slight annoyance. Since that song came out last year she often got that reaction from people when she introduced herself. "Just my name has a dash in between the Billie and the Jean."

  "Oh, did I annoy you? Sorry if I did—"

  "No—no! It's fine, Daniel. I just get that reaction a lot. It gets tiring, let me tell you. But it's only natural. Besides, it is a really beautiful song."

  "Yeah, it is," he agreed, "it's perfect for you."

  It took Billie a second to comprehend what he was implying before it clicked. A light shade of blush wafted onto Billie's cheeks as she grinned up at Daniel. "Are you trying to flatter me?"

Daniel smirked. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

"Well, good," Daniel chuckled softly. "Look, ah, I was wondering, what is your juggling record? 'Cause I think that—I don't know—I may be better."

  "It's 250," Billie relayed, the corner of her mouth bending into a smirk at Daniel's impressed reaction. "What's yours? You know, since you're so over confident all of sudden."

  Daniel's tanned cheeks turned red as his gaze dropped to the floor. "Uh, 182–but I bet I can beat it and yours right now."

  Billie raised an eyebrow. "Really, huh?" she taunted. "I'll believe it when I see it."

  "Oh, you're about to see it alright—just watch." Billie rolled her eyes and handed the ball over, snickering at Daniel's determined expression.

  As Daniel began juggling on his thighs, Billie heard the sound of loud engines revving in the distance; causing her to peel her attention off Daniel. Gazing past him, Billie's throat tightened at the sight of what was definitely Johnny and a few of his friends, speeding their dirt bikes down the road. Crap. Billie thought, shifting her eyes back onto Daniel, who was still trying to show off.

  Billie knew that Johnny was about to pull something stupid, and she also knew that she didn't want Daniel getting thrown into whatever the hell was going on between them.

  "Hey, Daniel? I've, uh, gotta go. You let me know when you've beaten it, kay?" Billie said in a rush, sending him an apologetic smile.

Daniel stopped juggling and looked down at Billie in confusion. "What—oh, okay. Well, bye then!" He tried to say, but Billie was already fast walking away, glaring at the dirt bikes roaring down the road.

She abruptly plopped herself down on the towel, forcing herself to ignore the questioning stares of the girls around her. Before she knew it, Johnny had parked his dirt bike right beside the towel and was crouching in front of her.

"Hey, Billie-Jean. I wanna talk to you," he stated firmly, ice-blue eyes staring into the side of Billie's head as she refused to look at him. "Hey! Can you hear me? I wanna talk to you!"

Billie bit the inside of her lip before turning her head and glaring into Johnny's eyes. "I thought I told you to leave me alone," she ranted, anger rising as Johnny still continued to hover next to her. "Are you deaf? Do I need to restate it? Leave me alone!"

"No! I want to talk to you, Billie-Jean," Johnny repeated.

"Well, maybe this time you won't get what you want," Billie snapped, standing up and trying to walk away, only to have her arm yanked back by Johnny. "Hey! Let me go you asshole!"

  "Not in till you talk to me!" Johnny snarled, his grip on her arm tightening as he jerked her closer, so that Billie's face was right below his.

"Hey, man—she said leave her alone!" A voice yelled from behind Billie and Johnny, causing both their piercing glares to look over at the alarmed and confused figure of Daniel.

"Stay outta this, Punk!" Johnny warned, and while Johnny was distracted, Billie tried to free her arm, but was quickly shut down as his iron grip only increased. She was afraid he was going to leave a bruise.

  "No. I don't think I will. She told you to leave her alone and you should listen to her," Daniel stood his ground, brown eyes burning with conviction. He walked closer, attempting to pull Billie away from Johnny, which only got him launched into the sand.

  Billie watched in horror as Daniel's gaze turned into a harsh glare as he pulled himself up; she found no difference in Daniel's look and a freshly sharpened dagger. Johnny finally let her go and threw her into his friends, and they immediately grabbed her form and held her back from going at Johnny. Asses. Billie thought in anguish, trying to pry herself out of their grips. No. Worse than asses. More like straight up shit.

  Gulping as she looked on, she observed as Johnny rolled up his sleeves, giving Daniel a look of taunting. Suddenly, Daniel rushed at him, trying to get a hit in, but failed as Johnny skillfully dodged and tripped him, causing him to once again fall into the sand. Billie felt her anger reaching a boiling point—if it hadn't already.

  "Johnny, stop it, you shithead! Leave him alone!" Billie yelled, now trying even harder to free herself. Daniel didn't deserve to get beat up just because of her and Johnny's feud. Especially since Billie only just met him.

  To Billie's horror, Daniel rushed at Johnny again, only to get tripped and punched in the back by Johnny once again. Peeling himself off of the ground, Daniel got into a sloppy fighting position, trying to approach Johnny more carefully before getting a hard kick to the spot in between his legs; causing him to crumble onto the ground. Alright, now Billie wasn't just angry, she was pissed.

  "You dick, Johnny! Just leave him alone! Your issue is with me, not him—you dumbass!"

  Johnny rolled his eyes and stalked towards Billie, rolling up his sleeves again. "Look, you started this! All I wanted to do was talk to you!"

  Billie huffed, fists balling up. She knew that the only way she could help Daniel was giving in, even if she had no want to talk to Johnny. She was just going to have to sacrifice her ego for a moment—no matter how much it pained her.

  "Alright—if that's what your dumbass wants, then I'll talk to you, kay? Just leave him alone!"

"Oh, yeah? Sure you will! Just like you did a few minutes ago, right?" Johnny brushed her off and walked over to Daniel, standing over him menacingly. "What about you, Hero? Had enough?"

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Daniel sprung up and punched Johnny square in the face, causing Johnny to back up ever so slightly. Billie felt a little pang of pride. Watching Johnny getting punched in the face was almost as fun as motorcycling—or maybe even more.

  Daniel once again got into a fighting stance, with this one looking slightly more sturdy than the last. He then advanced somewhat carefully at Johnny, who was absolutely fuming with anger from what Billie could see. Probably using that new burst of anger, Johnny kicked Daniel in between his legs again. As Daniel was hunching over again, Johnny kicked Daniel right in the face, and then quickly afterwards launched a punch right into Daniel's head. Daniel fell over, heaving hard and clearly in extreme pain.

  Billie took the opportunity while everyone was distracted to step on one of the boys' feet and pry herself free. She waltzed up to Johnny in pure, raging anger and pulled him down to her level by the collar of his shirt.

  "You absolute asshole, Johnny Lawrence! I told you I would talk to you if you left him alone—which I thought was what you wanted—and you didn't listen and now look! You beat up some innocent kid just because he was trying to help me! If that isn't enough reason for why I won't speak to you, I don't know what is!" Billie raged, eyes burning into Johnny's icy depths. She didn't even hesitate before letting go of his collar and punching him straight in the jaw, causing the blond to stagger back and let out a string of curses while he brought a hand up to assess the damage.

Billie ignored the gasps from the other kids and pushed past Johnny, leaving him to deal with his nose, which was now bleeding from Daniel's punch, and his jaw, which by the looks of it a bruise was starting to form on the spot Billie's punch landed. She walked quickly over to Daniel, who was sprawled out in pain over the sand. Billie's eyes softened at his state as she crouched beside him. He definitely doesn't deserve this. Billie thought solemnly.

"Do you need any help? I'm so sorry—"

"It's f-fine. Just leave me alone," Daniel rasped out, taking a deep breath full of strain.

"No, it's not fine. I'm going to help you, no matter if you like it or not," Billie stated, trying not to sound too harsh. She felt absolutely terrible for what had happened, since she knew it was her fault. If she hadn't talked to him and gotten him involved then he would still be fine—not laying defeated on the ground in pain. "Besides, it's my fault you're even in this situation."

Daniel gave a huff, seemingly making up his mind. "Oh, alright."

Billie sighed in relief and immediately began trying to help him up; carefully, of course.

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. ' . ' ANNA SPEAKS! ' . ' .

^^^ That is 100% what Billie looked like when she punched Johnny. I will not be taking no for an answer!!

Alright, that was an eventful chapter lmao. Anyways, first I'd like to address something. Please, for the love of God, don't hate on Billie for her actions. Yes, she definitely has a temper and is definitely a hot head which means she is going to be prone to make some stupid decisions from time to time, but that doesn't mean hate on her. I've seen some fics where people hate on and bully the characters in the comments for making stupid decisions, and honestly, I will not tolerate it. People are stupid, and we tend to make a lot of stupid decisions in our lives, but we also have the ability to grow and improve ourselves. Character arcs exist for a reason, so let the character go through the obstacles they need to so they can grow.

Sorry for that rant I just felt like I needed to clarify that lmao.

Also, thank you people for 500 reads!!! Your support means the world!! ❤️❤️❤️

Alright, peace out and take care of yourselves!!