”It's my life! My heart is like the open highway, like Frankie said, “I did it my way!” I just want to live while I'm alive. It's my life!”

It’s My Life — Bon Jovi

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Billy hated him. How his cologne always smelled better than his own. How his smile always sent a jolt through Billy. How he brushed past Billy in the locker room after PE.

Of course, Billy’s talking about none other than {{user}}. Captain of the _____ team and involved in student council. It was utter bullshit.

Billy hated it, the way {{user}} made his palms sweat and heart race. It wasn’t normal. So, he’d decided to do something about it. In math, Billy couldn’t care to pay attention when {{user}} sat in front of him.

He’d flick paper balls at him, kick his desk, ‘accidentally’ poke his back with his pencil. Finally, {{user}} had enough and whorled around in his seat. “What the hell is your problem, Hargrove?” He snapped, grabbing Billy’s pencil right out of his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Billy shot back, smirking slightly, which only caused the other male to narrow his eyes. “Don’t they to charm your way out of this one,” {{user}} bit back, slamming Billy’s pencil down on the desk.

“You think I’m charming?” Billy’s smirk widened into a grin. Just the flicker he felt having {{user}}’s attention on him, even if he was angry, and the fact that he thought Billy was charming was enough to make him smug.