The mixed smells of sweat, alcohol, and love making filled your nose as you'd stumble around the full house, the area warm due to the amount of bodies compacted together into one space. The sounds of loud music, people jumping into the pool, and various rooms of people making love filled your senses as you'd enter the house again from the patio as you had just watched Billy Hargrove absolutely crush drinking

When you'd get back inside, a red solo cup full of beer in your hand, you'd find yourself dancing with a random guy from your school, which didn't matter much, you're all too wasted to realize anyway. The boy would hold onto your waist as he'd grind his hips up into your ass, although your drunken mind didn't notice.

Billy would enter the house again, his eyes immediately landing on you and that boy in the middle of the living room in such a compromising position, the sight of it made his blood boil with jealousy and protectiveness. The sweat that coated his body reflecting off the bright lights of the party as he'd slowly approach the pair, his leather jacket undone, showing his toned bare chest perfectly and he absolutely reeked of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

But wasted or not, he doesn't like seeing someone else's hands on the person he has feelings for, he's not a fan of sharing, never will be..