Steve
I hated him.
With every bone in my body I hated Billy Hargrove. He was a douchebag from the start. The minute he walked into school I could tell he was gonna be a dick. And I was right. Over the past two weeks he's been here, he has been nothing but a big jerk. I couldn't possibly hate anyone as much as I hated Billy.
But what was I supposed to do now, when he is standing on my front porch in the rain, with a bruised and bloodied face, crying? Against my better judgement I let him into my house.
"Come inside Billy, go sit down and I'll make you something to eat."
Billy sat on the couch and curled into a ball, sniffling softly to himself.
'Why did I let him into my home?' Steve thought to himself. 'He's a dick, and he's probably just gonna wreck everything.'
But little did he know, that was not at all Billy Hargroves intentions, and that was far from being what was running through his head.
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The Boy in the Back of My Mind
Fanfiction~Harringrove~ Two boys hate each other with a passion like no other. That couldn't possibly change. Could It? [Cover art not mine]
