10 | get up, barbie.

continued...

- billie's pov -

"what do you mean she just gave the spot to you?" i asked tatum, confused as ever.

"she said something came up," she shrugged. "im sorry."

i looked down, my feelings kind of hurt. saylor and i just talked yesterday. maybe she feels some type of way about how distant i've been?

like idk, i had to stay away for a bit to get my mind right. i was sooo hurt and i had to get that in check since i have a literal boyfriend. and on top of that, i also just can't have her so i needed to distance to help me get over her.

not that it worked.

but like, i was gonna make sure we had a great time tonight to make up for all of that.

i bet she's blowing me off for her bitch.

-

tatum and i went ahead and went to the premiere. tatum received the full glam prep that i had for saylor. and i assured tatum that i was happy to have her, but she knew i was bummed because i think saylor is intentionally trying to stay away from me.

the premiere was still really cool and fun and it was actually really nice to spend it with my best friend. tate deserved a great night like this. and she definitely loved the song.

we were at the after party when tate got a call and needed to step out of the room. she came back and told me that she was getting called in to work and that she had to go.

i totally understood. plus i was basically ready to go anyway so it was fine. we said our goodbyes to people and dipped.

we made it to tatum's and she quickly ran into her bedroom to go change into her scrubs.

i just sat at the kitchen island, being bummed again.

tate soon came out and rubbed my shoulder. "it's okay, b."

"can i just stay here a bit longer?" i asked her. "im just not ready to go home yet."

she poked her lip out in sadness. "you can stay as long as you want, you know that."

she kissed the side of my head, hugged me, told me she loved me, and she left.

i then went in her room and got some comfy sweats to change into. after that, i grabbed a blanket, sat on the couch, chose a movie, and relaxed.

- saylor's pov -

it's been hours of paige and i going back and forth. it may seem wild but it's definitely possible to argue for hours.

and during it, she has grabbed another beer from the fridge to drown herself in.

anyway, it was a bit calm now which means absolutely nothing.

we were just both tired of screaming.

paige had finished her beer and slammed the bottle down on the island.

i rolled my eyes. "i think i should just go stay at tatum's for the night."

"oh hell no," she said. "you think you're sooo slick."

"what?" i asked in confusion.

so remember when i said she was mad at me? last night, i came home past midnight. when i got here, paige was already in bed sleep. so this morning, she woke up questioning where i was and all that.

when i told her that i had just been ice skating at the rink, she didn't believe me.. of course.

"you wanna go sneak out again and be with billie all night-"

"oh my god i was not with billie!" i exclaimed. "i had been ice skating! look! i left my bag literally right there!" i said as i pointed to my mini duffle bag of gear and shit on the floor.

"how can you even be at the rink that late?" she tilted her head.

"i snuck in!" i explained. "i do it all the time. some days i get caught, some days i dont."

"it doesn't make sense why you'd wait til night time to skate when you have all day-"

"because paige you keep me here all day!" i exclaimed. "and if we're not here then we're somewhere else.. together!"

"we're a couple!" she shouted. "we're supposed to be together!"

"it doesn't feel like couple shit!" i said. "it feels like im being held hostage."

she rolled her eyes.

"ice skating is the main thing i enjoy doing so whenever i can do it, i will. i don't care what time of day it is. and i damn sure don't care what you have to say about it."

"you don't care huh?" she rose her eyebrows.

my body tensed up again.

she just nodded before quickly grabbing the empty beer bottle and launching it at me again. this time, it hit the wall right above my head and pieces of glasses landed in my hair.

now scared, i looked at my car keys that were sitting on the other side of the kitchen island, where she was.

paige noticed me and then she glanced at the keys too. she quickly grabbed them and threw them across the room. but i could still see them on the floor.

"moony," paige started as a warning, knowing what i was about to do.

i probably shouldn't but..

i ignored her. i quickly made a dash towards my keys, but paige caught me and held me, starting to squeeze me rather hard.

i groaned as i tried to get out of her grip but it was too tight. so then i elbowed her in the stomach causing her to yelp in pain and release me.

i ran over and grabbed my keys from the floor. but as soon as i turned around, paige's arm was cocked back and it was too late.

she hit me.

on my lower cheek/ side jaw.

with my own ice skate.

the bottom of it.

the blade.

and then she dropped the shoe at my feet and backed up.

i was frozen, mouth ajar as i was so shocked.

i looked down at my shoe and saw blood on the blade.

i touched my face and saw blood on my fingers.

i then looked up at paige and she looked almost as shocked as me. but then suddenly, her face dropped and it was as if she didn't even care.

at this point, i was more than hurt. i was offended, infuriated, you name it. however, i couldn't even bring myself to speak.

the room had grew quiet.

i bent down to pick up the shoe, i looked at paige with the biggest glare ever and i walked right past her, leaving the apartment.

i didn't even fully close the front door.

while driving, it was taking everything in me not to fully sob because every tear that got into the gash on my face would make it sting.

i wasn't thinking. i was just driving. without hesitation. and i knew where i was going.

i parked the car, not even turning it off. i quickly typed in the code and walked inside tate's house, seeing billie on the couch.

her head quickly snapped towards me with shock but that face quickly dropped as i walked closer to her.

without saying a word, i threw the shoe on the couch so that she could see. her eyes got wide as she saw the blood on the shoe and then the bloody gash on my face.

billie looked at me, not saying anything, yet shaking her head no, begging for it to not be from what she thinks it is.

tears just started streaming down my face.

she looked away for a second, her eyes getting wide in thought. she removed the blanket from herself, grabbed the ice skate and immediately stood up from the couch, marching past me and out the door.

though i was confused, i quickly grabbed slippers that were on the floor and followed behind her. because she was only in socks.

she was already in my car, literally about to pull off without me. i quickly opened the passenger door and got in.

i never knew billie could drive so fast until now. the entire ride was silent. i honestly didn't know what to expect or what we were doing.

but then i noticed the route, and she was driving to my apartment. she remembers where it is of course because she helped me pick it out.

we arrived to my complex and billie barely parked the car before getting out and slamming the door, leaving my car on.

mind you this girl still hasn't said ANYTHING.

she walked with quickness towards my unit and i followed quickly behind, struggling to keep up. then i suddenly remembered that i left the door open.

"fuck," i mumbled. "wait billie what are you-"

then she bussed through the door and walked in, with me right behind her. paige was standing there and when she turned and noticed us, her eyes shot wide.

billie wasted no time as she went up to paige and punched her, causing her to fall to the floor.

i slightly gasped, putting my hand over my mouth in shock.

billie hovered over paige. "get up! get up bitch! nah cmon, get the fuck up!"

i think paige was just honestly in so much shock to retaliate. but billie didn't care. she grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and punched her again, and again, and again.

and i'd yell for her to stop but that did nothing.

paige finally started hitting her back but it was really no point. billie had won that.

i ran up and pulled billie off. "we gotta go b," i told her. "we need to go."

paige then stood up and started yelling as we were walking towards the door. "i don't give a fuck!"

then billie and i turned around to look at her. she was wiping blood from her mouth and nose.

and she continued to yell. "this really who you want billie?" paige looked at her. "fight for her all you want, she's still a lost cause."

i paused and furrowed my eyebrows.

billie then pulled me out of the door.

we walked back to my car that was still running and got in. we were now both silent, deep in thought.

i assumed we were going back to tatum's but we soon pulled up to a hospital. i looked at billie as she parked the car. "um b i don't-"

"get out the car saylor," she said lowly as she got out and shut the door.

i got out and said "billie wait! put these shoes on," i told her as i realized she still only had socks on after that.

i handed her the slippers i had grabbed and she put them on before continuing to walk.

we made it inside the emergency room and was seen immediately due to the condition of my wound. billie sat in the chair as i was on the bed thingy. as the doctor was looking at my wound, a nurse came rushing in the room.

that nurse being tatum.

her eyes got wide as she saw the gash on my face. "moony what the fuck happened?"

"how the hell did you know i was here?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"one of the nurses came down the hall squealing about how billie eilish is here," she said. "i came running cause i thought billie had broken another ankle."

"hmph," i nodded.

"what happened?" tate's eyes were still wide as she looked back and forth from me to billie.

but billie remained silent. she honestly looks like she was zoned out, mind racing. the anger on her face was so easy to see though. she was just sitting in the chair with her man spread, tapping her foot and staring ahead.

"i um- had an ice skating accident," i told tatum.

"but how-"

"it hurt really bad," i cut her off, hoping she wouldn't ask for details. "but uh doc says since it's not that deep, i'll be good with stitches."

"moon you have got to be more careful," she hugged me. "it could've been a lot worse."

"yeah," i sighed, looking down. "i know."

"well um i gotta head back but let me know if you need anything," she rubbed my shoulder. "i love you guys."

"i love you too," i told her.

billie was still gone in the head and tatum could see it. so when tate looked at me in confusion, i just shook my head.

she just did a nod in understanding and walked off.

one thing about tatum, if she sees that she's not being told something right off bat, she won't ask too many questions.

that's why it so easy to keep this shit from her. and the only reason i don't wanna tell her is cause id never want anyone to get involved in my mess.

kinda how i just involved billie... when that was the last thing that i wanted.

- billie's pov -

saylor got her stitches, and we left the hospital.

i drove us back to tatum's house because i didn't want her back at her apartment, knowing that rat was still there.

we walked in and saylor just sat down on a high chair at the kitchen island. i sighed before going over to hug her while she was still sitting.

i don't know.. i think the comfort i gave her just made her break.

she began sobbing. "im so sorry," she shook her head. "im so sorry."

"no no no it's okay," i told her softly as i held her tightly. "shhhhhhh."

but she cried.. and cried.

and i caressed her face, kissing her head every once in awhile. tears started streaming down my face too, but i didn't want her to know.

"cmon," i told her as i led her to the guest room.

when we went in, saylor sat down on the bed and i went into the bathroom and closed the door.

i immediately leaned over the sink/ counter, trying to take in the entire night.

im angry.

im sad.

i wanna kill paige.

idk.

and i have so many questions for saylor, but they can wait.

once i finally calmed down and got my mind together at least a little, i came out of the bathroom, expecting saylor to be under the covers, probably sleep.

but she wasn't.

she was sitting up in the bed, in a tank top and panties. seeming to be deep in thought.

i went and stripped down into a tshirt and underwear too. then i got under the covers with saylor and sat up with her before saying "cmon, let's lay do-."

"kiss me," she looked in my eyes.

"wha- huh?"

"kiss me, billie."

"but saylor you-"

"billie."

my eyes got a little wide. but then i looked at her lips and back at her eyes. it's like they were begging.

and i want to just as bad as she wants me to.

i slid my hand to the back of her neck and connected our lips, sliding my other hand on her thigh and pulling her leg over onto me.

she eventually got all the way on top of me, straddling me. i pulled off her tank top and she pulled off my shirt. and we did the same for our underwear.

we were now both naked and making out as i had my hands on her ass, guiding her as she grinding against me.

"mmm," she moaned lightly in my mouth.

she then leaned down and began licking and sucking on my neck. i bit my lip as i threw my head back, letting out deep breaths.

she then licked up to my ear where she gently bit the lobe and whispered "fuck me."

i looked her in the eyes and bit my lip. she lifted up a bit and i then inserted two fingers into her while she was still straddling me.

her mouth dropped at the feeling. she then lowered herself, sitting on my fingers.

"ride me," i told her.

she wasted no time as she began grinding her body against em, throwing her head back as she held her own breast with one hand, and had her other hand placed on my chest.

then she leaned closer to me and started slightly bouncing on them.

"fuck," she moaned with her eyes closed.

"keep going baby," i told her.

she then started putting more force into her movements, while i pushed my fingers deep into her. her moans got louder as she now had both hands on my shoulders to hold on to.

she was trying her hardest not to look me in the eyes while she was making the faces she was making but it was inevitable since im right here in front of her.

"look at me baby," i told her.

"mm- mm," she shook her head, still riding.

"look at me," i said.

she then looked me in the eyes, her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

i tried to hold my composure, wanting to be gentle with her. "it feels good?"

"mhm," she moaned.

"yeah?" i asked, pushing deeper into her, causing her to get really loud.

"billie," she moaned.

"i know mama, i know."

"baby," she leaned forward again, kinda now in a hugging position as she was still going.

"you're such a good girl."