9 | warning

- billie's pov -

i woke up, still naked. i sat up and took the deepest of breaths as i remembered last night's events.

my eyes just got wide as i sat and really realized that i fucked saylor. and saylor fucked me. and we fucked each other.

oh my god.

i have no regrets.

i got up and walked to my bathroom, passing by all my clothes on the floor. i picked them up and put them in the hamper.

i ran my shower and then checked my phone while waiting for the water to get hot. when i did, i saw that tatum texted me, telling me she had finally made that got damn vegan pie she's been talking about.

i hearted the message and told her that i'll come over. but im not sure if i wanna tell her about what happened between saylor and i.

i freshened up and got dressed before heading over to tatum's.

as i was pulling into tatum's driveway, i saw the silver nissan that i love to see, letting me know that saylor was here. of course tatum told her to get some of the pie too since she's vegan.

when i walked in, saylor and tatum were sitting at the kitchen island. and of course, saylor was in the middle of devouring a slice of pie when we made eye contact.

i immediately laughed. "well hi."

her eyes got wide as she was probably embarrassed but i didn't care. i think both of us were also on the same page about not acting suspicious around tatum so i didn't hug her or anything.

but tatum then came over and hugged me. "okay cmon im dying for you to try it."

"oh god," i smiled. "okay let's see what the hype is about."

then someone walked from around the corner, coming out of the bathroom. someone who's name i never say.

my eyes shot wide. and so did hers.

"oh," she rose her eyebrows. "wassup billie."

"oh, hey," i grinned before immediately looking down. "so um pass me a knife for this pie," i told tatum.

"oh wait b," tate said as she passed me the knife. "you'd be so happy to hear the news," she started cheesing.

my eyes got wide. "oh my fucking god, you're pregnant?"

"wha- no!" she laughed. "saylor and paige are getting married!"

suddenly, everything stopped.

i dropped the knife on the floor, and all i could do was blink.

"b," tate nudged my shoulder with a chuckle. "you good?" she asked as she picked up the knife.

"when did this happen?" i immediately looked at saylor.

but her bitch answered.

"last night," her bitch said.

"last night?" i said in the most hurt tone ever as i looked at saylor in disbelief.

she had the most guilty look on her face.

but then i noticed her girl start to squint so i tried to act normal so she wouldn't be suspicious.

"um wow," i nodded. "that's- that's um. yeah that's... yeah."

"exciting right?" tatum squealed. "we get to be bridesmaids! they came over to tell me the news."

"it was so romantic the way i did it," saylor's bitch started talking. "i had roses all on the floor, candles lit."

but i was too zoned out to even focus on anything she was saying.

"so when moony walked in, i was already on one knee," she continued. "i could tell she was shocked and nervous but she eventually said yes. and we fucked. all. night. long."

that. that right there, made me want to vomit.

"um," i swallowed. "i think im gonna come back for the pie later."

"wait you sure?" tatum looked at me in confusion, not catching any hint.

"yeah um i have a- a me- meeting," i said as i quickly turned around and walked out the door.

as soon as i got outside, i stopped and started breathing rather quickly, trying not to fucking vomit as i felt sick to my stomach.

i hate that feeling broken hearts give you.

i got in my car and immediately drove back home.

-

"i just don't fucking get it!" i exclaimed to my other best friend, zoe.

"this is all so crazy," she shook her head.

"how could she literally have sex with me, and then go and get engaged????" i paced back and forth.

"im sure she had no idea that girl was gonna be there waiting on her so she could propose," zoe told me.

"no but why would you say yes???" i furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding. "besides cheating on her with me, their always off and on and she's just a terrible person."

"didn't saylor tell you that paige changed though?" zoe asked.

"oh no bitch is gonna suddenly be a whole new person in 3 weeks," i expressed. "yeah saylor claims that the girl is sober and doing better and what not but i think it's all bullshit."

"well b," my dear friend started. "you gotta give saylor some patience. abusive relationships aren't easy to leave. it can be really scary for victims."

"i know but like," i sighed. "she got away from her and was doing so good. but now it's like the girl is back and saylor suddenly took 10 steps back with her."

"what do you mean?" zoe furrowed her eyebrows.

"saylor was so active and productive everyday," i started. "when her girl came back, it's like she's so distant. i haven't seen her car parked at the ice rink in weeks. i don't know."

"damn, really?"

"yes!" i exclaimed. "also, the entire time i was at tatum's today, saylor said nothing to me. especially when her bitch came out, she barely even looked my direction."

"i wonder what paige is telling her then," zoe started. "you never know what's going on."

then josh walked through the door. "hey love," he told me.

"hey, babe," i grinned.

"you okay?" he kissed my forehead. "you look stressed."

"yeah im- im fine," i sighed.

zoe just scratched her neck and looked down.

"well let me know if there's anything you wanna talk about," he rubbed my shoulder.

"thanks josh," i poked my lip out.

though i never talk about my boyfriend, i feel like i should make it known that he's a really good guy.

and i just cheated on him...

-

it's a couple days later and i decided to be the big adult i am and grocery shop alone. risky? maybe but im still a normal person who deserves to be able to do normal things.

also, i haven't talked to saylor since i found out the news.

yeah.

"where are the fucking avocados in this bitch? like am i blind?" i said quietly to myself.

"further down there," someone responded to me.

oh my fucking god.

i just looked at her and nodded before turning the opposite direction.

"wait hold on billie," saylor's girl said. "we haven't really gotten to know each other."

"do we need to?" i squinted.

"i mean you and moony are obviously good friends," she grinned. "i feel like you should wanna know her future wife."

"i think i know enough," i fake smiled.

"so what'd you think about me proposing? pretty cool right?" she smiled a smile that doesn't seem genuine.

i took a breath. "yup, very very cool," i looked down.

"well you didn't have much to say about it," she tilted her head. "why's that?"

"okay," i chuckled, now getting hella irritated. "you clearly have something you need to get off your chest so why don't you just say it?"

"fine," she rose her eyebrows. "stay away from saylor."

"excuse me?" i looked at her.

"i know you like her," she shrugged. "i fucking knew it from when we met at the ice rink. it's so clear."

"i- i don't like-"

"you can cut the bullshit eilish," she cut me off. "you have feelings for my bitch and you can't deny it."

i just furrowed my eyebrows, not even knowing what to say.

"now, im allowing her to go to this barbie thing with you but-"

"allowing?" i looked at her like she was crazy. "did you actually just say that?"

"did i stutter?"

i tilted my head.

oh she's a bitch.

"she's not your fucking pet," i said with a stern tone.

"i don't see why you're so defensive about her," she scoffed. "i don't even see why you want her anyway."

"how can you just talk about your own girl like that?" i asked with disgust.

"oh please," she rolled her eyes. "moony is a fine ass girl and all, but she's just a lost cause."

my eyes slightly got wide.

wtf.

"which is why she needs me," she smirked.

"needs you?" i rose my eyebrows. "she's a literal professional figure skater. she doesn't need you for anything."

"oh she made sure to tell you she's a professional figure skater but i guess she forgot to mention that she was kicked off the team in palm springs," she told me.

my face kinda dropped as i was now confused.

"yeah i was paying the bills at our place which is why it remained under my name," she continued. "saylor wasn't doing shit for months."

i had no words.

"right," she started again. "that's your crush though, full of lies and failure."

i just shook my head, still disappointed in her attitude.

"anyway like i said, don't try it with her. that's a warning."

- saylor's pov -

-

- a month later -

today is the barbie movie premiere and im super excited. but i'd be more excited if billie and i had talked more prior to this.

it's been like a month since i got engaged and-

actually let's talk about that.

actually let's not.

anyway, billie and i haven't really talked at all since she found out paige proposed. like she really is so distant from me and it has kinda hurt my feelings.

i've texted to check on her in general and she'd be short with me. the only thing she's intentionally hit me up for was weeks ago to thank me because greta loves the song.

and she also texted me yesterday saying to just meet at tatum's house for the premiere because she was bringing her hair and makeup team for me, along with my dress that was provided by some top notch designer i've never heard of.

when i asked why meet at tatum's and not anywhere else, billie told me it was because tate wants to see us before we go. but i think it's because she doesn't want me at her house where her man could be, and she definitely doesn't wanna come to my apartment where paige is likely to be.

but besides that, we haven't really talked.

and paige has been up my ass about this wedding, rushing the whole thing.

but she's also mad at me right now too, so.

sigh.

-

running late, i was doing a last minute checklist as i was walking out of my bedroom, looking in my handy dandy tote bag i take everywhere.

"okay lipgloss, house keys, makeup wipes-"

"leaving already?" paige asked as she was sitting on the couch drinking a bottle of beer.

"yeah i told you we were meeting at tatum's," i responded. "and im already late so."

"but this early?" she rose her eyebrows.

"it's a premiere babe," i squinted. "and it's actually not even early. plus i gotta do glam, get dressed, we have to get to the carpet-"

"alright alright okay whatever," she cut me off.

i furrowed my eyebrows. "what's the matter?"

"what happened to you doing your own hair and makeup?" she asked me.

"well," i started. "billie said her glam team could doll me up too. they're already there with everything waiting on me-"

"ohhh so billie's able to spoil you with this glam shit-"

"oh paige no," i cut her off. "don't start that shit, hell no."

she just huffed.

"why the sudden issue on billie again huh? i haven't talked to her in so fucking long," i shrugged in annoyance.

"right but yet you still chose to go to this event with her," she folded her arms.

i looked at her like she was crazy. "this is like a once in a lifetime experience for me."

"doesn't seem like it," paige said.

"oh my god," i rolled my eyes.

she then stood up. "not the way she keeps inviting you as her fucking plus one like you're her little bitch."

"are you fucking high?" i looked at her. "like the fuck is your issue?"

she just stayed silent as she looked at me with this glare.

then i squinted and placed my car keys down on the kitchen island, walking up closer to paige. i looked in her eyes.

"oh my god," i said lowly. "you are high."

still, she remained silent. but it was clear that she was mad.

i shook my head. "you said you were sober from drugs. you said you've been going to your meetings," i started. "how long have you been- when did you relap-"

"i never stopped," she said nonchalantly.

i looked up at her, confused as ever. "y- you lied to me. why did you lie? you didn't have to do that-"

"moony dont-"

"no," i shook my head. "i can't fucking believe you. i won't fucking marry you."

"yes the fuck you will," she said to me.

"no the fuck i won't," i mocked with an attitude as i turned around.

"don't walk away from me," she demanded.

but i ignored her and continued to walk, mad as fuck.

"moony!" paige called. "saylor!"

i could then hear footsteps coming from behind me.

i quickly turned around. "don't you fucking touch me."

"stop acting like you don't hear me," she said.

"fuck you," i said in a stern tone.

"i think it's best you watch what you say to me," she squinted.

"or what paige?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

she scoffed. "you're not fucking dumb."

i shook my head in disappointment. "i have somewhere to be."

"not yet you don't," she grabbed my wrist.

i snatched away but she grabbed my arm and i quickly snatched away again. i then quickly walked to the other side of the island in fear. "do not come near me!" i rose my voice.

"i fucking hate you," she said calmly to me before chugging the rest of her beer.

i just looked at her with disgust. "please, just let me go to this event."

"let's talk this out first," she said in a sarcastic tone.

"no," i breathed, getting scared.

"moony-"

"paige i said no-"

then she suddenly threw the beer bottle at me. i moved my head quickly, and the glass bottle hit the wall behind me, shattering.

i rose my eyebrows at her.

oh im so sick of her shit.

this is what she wants to do?

fine.

i slowly dropped my tote bag. and i then pulled out my phone and called tatum.

"hello?"

"go to the barbie premiere with billie," i instantly said. "take my spot."

"um wait for real? why?"

"something came up," i said.

"i mean im on call tonight but okay!" she said with excitement. "thanks moony! i love you!"

"i love you too," i said before hanging up and setting my phone down.

i looked at paige. "im not afraid of you."

"i don't believe that," she smirked.

"i fucking hate you," i said, meaning it.

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