Rachelle's Pov
The booming base echoed around my ears like a sick twisted beat. Madonna wasn't a bad choice to play at a raging party with drunks. It was an easy way to get everyone dancing or get other girls onto the dance floor. I shifted and moved my body through the slightly sweaty crowded people. Drowning back the bitter sweet liquid down my throat. My jean jacket was clinging to me like a second skin. I did say I was gonna make a brief appearance and that I had done just a few more drinks.
Stuffing my left hand into the back pocket of my jeans for a moment to gathered up some heat from the cold air blasting in through the back door. I heard loud shouting coming from the backyard. It sparked a slight bit of curiosity shoving my hand away, I scooped up two more red cups to drink from. A tiny grinned moved my lips watching the way he stumbles his way inside.
Although he reeked of beer and had some dropping down his bare chest, some attached to his opened leather jacket. Billy still was highly attractive giving guys high fives while shaking out his hair. I lifted an eyebrow in his direction when he came stumbling over to me standing in front of me with a casual grin, leaning over the table next to me.
"Well there's my girl. My do you look beautiful, you're not drinking two at the time are you crazy gimme that." Drunk was a heavy understatement quickly lifting one up fast like away from his tall form, with shaking laughter to keep it away from his grabby stumbling hands he looked at me with a deep huff of an exhale.
"Billy you drank like three whole kegs from what I smell you don't need anymore let's get you some fresh air." I stated through my laughter setting aside the cups. He allowed for my arm to slide around his waist. Okay woah he has a nice waist. I mentally screamed to myself, feeling him sling his arm over my neck.
I managed to get him out the front door to sit on the porch with me with the night air blasted out it cold, nice if you were overheating from alcohol. The loud blaring of Material girl filling the entire house and outside.
"Thanks I guess. Also sorry for what I said when we met. I say stupid shit sometimes." I rolled my eyes playfully at him, leaving my body against the pillar, he has his entire head in his hands messing with his locks a couple times.
"Not the worst thing ever said to me Billy, no worries I'll put it on my long list of things that makes me cry." A simple grin stayed off my face heading his light laughter. Under the slight lights from out here I could see a lingering bruise across his cheek bone. It looked painful to the touch, yet he didn't speak of it. He would just brush his fingers over it while tilting his head to gaze at me.
It wasn't my place to say anything. He got into plenty of fights, those including with Steve and others. I pushed myself off the pillar taking a seat next to him, my high top converse slightly scruff on the stone ground rough like as I speak.
"I know less of what the popular guy in school wants to hear or see is the fat girl giving you sympathy or following you around like a lost puppy." I cracked a gentle smile his way to show I meant no harm. I lifted my hand brushing away the strands of his hair. It caused him to flinch back violently giving me an odd stare as he looked at me with those eyes of his.
"What the hell are you doing Rachelle?" I lowered my hand down, gesturing with my fingers a little looking away shy like, clearing my throat in the process.
"That ain't right.. No matter who gave it to you it looks personal I'm not gonna make you tell me but." He blinked a couple times at me, the air blurred his eyes a little he was watching my every move.
"You have a new friend if you would like it with me?" It was silent between us for a moment resting my hands over my knees. It was now my turn to jerk in shock feeling a warm bigger hand ontop of my palm. No words were shared in that moment, just briefly he rested his head to support on my shoulder. I rested my head back over his own giving his hand a small squeeze in response.
That's all I really needed, no words since actions spoke louder than any words could.
