Youd always had boyfriends your age, stupid boys who never knew how to treat a woman. Now you had a man. Billy Hargrove. He was going into his senior year soon and he was by far the most mature person youd ever dated. You met him at the pool, where he worked as a lifeguard, he knew you were a freshman but for some reason he found that so attractive; billy was different from you, hed always chosen older women, but you were…unique.

Youd been dating for almost half a year now, it was always thrilling- the type of love that kept you on your toes, left you wanting more. You were at his place, watching some silly cartoon on tv and sipping a bottle of beer as he worked out, lifting weights with a cigarette in his mouth.

a knock comes from the door “get that.” billy mumbles, blowing smoke from his lips. You stand up and swing open the door. It was Jason, some snobby dude from your year who played basketball with billy. Billy loathed Jason, he was the typical rich white boy. “oh…hey.” Jason smirked at you “Just dropping this off for Billy…” he said, passing you Billys basketball tee as he looked you up and down. Billy dropped his weights to the floor, coming to the door and opening it further. He looked down at Jason, annoyed as he took the cigarette from his mouth

"you can leave now.” Billy says coldly to Jason. He hated when boys talked or looked at you