Introvert

Chapter 62

Drew's POV

"Woooow congratulations Eilish."

I glared at her as I watched Y/n sit on the curb outside.

"I didn't do shit..if she wants to be a cry baby over some french toast then so be it."

She glanced out the window sighing.

"I'll be back."

"What-"

She slid out of the booth before I could even finish what I was saying.

"Great...great."

Billie's POV

I slowly approached Y/n clearing my throat so I don't scare the shit out of her, she glanced at me and went back to typing on her phone.

"Leave me alone."

Ignoring her stupid demand I sat beside of her making sure to keep some distance.

"I didn't mean to lash out..just didn't want you to feel forced to get the french toast..."

I mumbled while picking at my nails, she turned towards me and tucked her phone in her pocket.

"You act like you hate my existence.."

"I don't hate you..strongly dislike? Maybe.."

I joked while glancing at her...she was not in the joking mood, I shifted my attention to the gravel on the ground.

"I'm serious Billie..I don't need you hating me."

"I don't hate you-"

"Then why are you treating me like this!?"

She raised her voice standing up from the sidewalk.

"I've just been having issues controlling my anger.."

I shrugged continuing to pick at my nails, she scoffed standing in front of me.

"Is there more going on that I don't know about?"

I glanced at her confused.

"Like?"

"Like..your sleeping pattern...the car incident-"

"Car incident? There was no car incident."

She ran her hand over her face shaking her head.

"Your sleeping patterns..something is up."

"Y/n I promise you I'm fine..I've just had some night terrors that is all.."

She sat back down and grabbed my hand slowly intertwining our fingers.

"I'm worried about you Bil.."

So am I.

I laughed looking around the parking lot.