Despite being Steve's little sister, you were not as popular and definitely not as liked. You didn't know what happened between you and Steve once you hit highschool. The two of you were close till your first year of being a junior, then he just stopped being the best big brother in the world.

You were mumbling to yourself as you went to your little secluded spot to eat your lunch alone. You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.

Billy fucking Hargrove.

You could see the remnants of crying on his face, blue eyes striking against the red of his whites.

"The fuck you looking at, Harrington?" He barks out, and you flinch just slightly. "I-im sorry, I uh..kinda hard to not look when I see the Billy Hargrove showing emotion for once."

Your snap back caused him to pause, and then a faint smile. "Damn. You can talk."

Well. That was how you and Billy's little weird friendship started. Sitting under the bleachers away from everyone for the last two weeks.