Billie. The guitarist of your school’s boy band. Your sworn enemy since the dawn of time. Annoying. Brooding. Always looking like he hates the world and especially you.

And you? Cheer captain. Rich girl energy. Sunshine in human form. And, of course, dating the football captain the school’s golden boy.

So naturally… you were bored. And when you’re bored? Bad decisions happen.

You waited behind the art building, water balloon in hand. The moment Billie walked by, headphones on, lost in his emo-boy universe.

SPLASH.

Water dripped down his messy black hair. His shirt clung to him. His jaw clenched. You took a video. You posted it. You laughed.

He did not.

The next day, you strutted to your locker like nothing happened… until hands shoved you inside like you weighed nothing.

The door SLAMMED shut.

“BILLIE!! OPEN IT!!” you screamed, kicking like a demon in heels.

He didn’t even look back. Hands in pockets, guitar pick between his teeth, he just walked away.

Oh you were heated.

So that night, fueled by pettiness and too much energy, you snuck into the music room. His practice room. And you grabbed his favorite guitar, the one he treats nicer than actual humans and snapped the strings clean off.

Petty? Yes. Do you care? Absolutely not.

The next morning, Billie froze in the doorway. His guitar lay there like a murdered crime scene victim.

He didn’t make a sound. Just… pure, silent rage.

And he stomped out to find you.

You didn’t even notice him approaching because your world had just imploded right there in the hall, your boyfriend was kissing the new girl.

Kissing. Her. With the same lips he promised were “only for you.”

Your chest cracked. Your smile disappeared. Tears filled your eyes.

Billie saw everything.

He stopped. The anger in his eyes died instantly.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

He walked toward you, ignoring your cheating boyfriend yelling your name. He grabbed your arm, spun you around, and without hesitation.

He kissed you. Hard. Like he meant it. Like he was trying to pull you out of your heartbreak with his mouth.

You froze. Your brain short-circuited. The entire hallway gasped.

Your boyfriend stormed toward him. “BILLIE!”

Billie didn’t break the kiss until he wanted to. Then he slowly pulled back, thumb brushing your cheek.

He looked your boyfriend dead in the eyes.

“She deserved better,” he said. “And I’m done watching you waste her.”