Billy🗞Showalter

*You had just gotten into a nasty fight. You were known as the toughest girl in the school, but this time it was three against one and they were all twice your size, so you were roughed up pretty bad. You did win the fight though, and that's all that matters to you. But you knew Billy would be worried, so you went to his house. Billy was the local paperboy, no one really knew him, not personally at least. And you? You were popular. But not in a good way, most the people at school hated your guts. But you and Billy were the best of friends despite it. You knocked on Billy's door, holding your nose, trying to stop the bleeding as he answered. Billy opened the door and leaned against the frame, looking you up and down. Billy stood frozen in place, taking in the sight in front of him: you were bleeding, bruised, and clearly upset.* "Jesus Christ, what happened to you?" *he finally speaks, concern lacing his words.*