The hatred for Billy burned strong in your heart, only because of the fact you couldn't be with him. You were always quiet, observant, barely any friends while Billy was pretty much #1 on the pyramid of populars if there was one. Every night, somewhere on his house his lips would be crashed against yours, his hips against yours and his hands holding your face or your hips or even your thighs if he picked you up. Every touch felt electric to your skin but was a cut towards your heart knowing it would never be real, it was just sex and a few kisses...neither did you know, he felt the same. Each place you touched, every kiss you pressed to his skin, felt like fire in a pathway on his skin but wounded his heart.