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Tell Me It’ll Be Okay

Summary:  Maybe Beth Michael is just who Billy needs to help him manage his anger. Maybe Billy Hargrove is just who Beth needs to help her realize her life isn’t defined by what people think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x OC

Warnings: Talk of self-hatred, smoking, inferred alcohol use

Words: 1,246

A/N: This is my first fanfic on tumblr! I’ve written a lot in my life but never posted it so i hope you guys like it. I know Billy is a complete asshole but I do think that he has room for redemption. I would love any feedback you guys want to give me and if you want more parts, let me know!

Beth Michael had gone through phases since she moved to Hawkins from Miami five years ago. First, she hated the world. she got into a bad crowd, started smoking, drinking, getting high ad skipping school. Next, she hated her parents. She lashed out, got into arguments with them, got into fights at school for their attention, and snuck out every night. Her third phase was hating herself. She hated who she had become with the friends who made her change who she was when she moved, she hated how she dealt with her problems, and she hated that she didn’t know who she was. Finally, just before her senior year, she was content. She accepted that her parents were strict, she accepted that until she got a scholarship to a far away college or got a job somewhere lese, she was stuck in Hawkins. She didn’t hate the town as much as she did before. It was things like watching Steve Harrington go from asshole to sweetheart that gave her faith. If a guy like him could change, maybe the town wasn’t so stereotypical.

Of course, she still held onto habits from her early days in Hawkins. She had never gotten over her addiction to nicotine, making cigarettes a constant part of her day. She never stopped wearing jeans that hugged the curves around her thighs and hips, or wearing oversized or cropped shirts from her favourite 70s bands. She still wore plaid shirts, jeans jackets, and leather jackets. The only shoes she liked to wear on a daily basis were her Style 36 skate shoes her parents had bought her years ago when she convinced them she wanted to skateboard. While she fit in at Hawkins High School, she didn’t at the same time. Along with all of her phases and big city mentality, she was also biracial. Growing up in the 60s and 70s in the USA with a white mom and black dad was rough. She was very light skinned, but people always knew so they treated her different, or at least she thought they did. She was sure there were people like her across the country, millions probably, but there didn’t seem to be any in Hawkins.

Recently though, as she started her senior year, Beth was trying to mind her own business and just make it through. The past couple of months she was doing great, she minded her own business even though the shit going on with Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove begged for her attention, made her want to follow the drama with a bowl of popcorn, she let it go. She hadn’t even had a cigarette in months. What ruined everything was the news of her not being eligible for any scholarships. The last few years of high school, she worked her ass off to make sure she could get out of Hawkins, but apparently her grades weren’t good enough and her family wasn’t poor enough. That was why she was satin the parking lot, on the hood of her car, chain smoking a pack.

“Hey, sweetheart, you got a light?” Beth looked over to see a tall boy sporting a dirty blonde mullet and a Canadian tuxedo. She knew it was Billy Hargrove and that his favourite pastime was flirting with various girls, but she responded anyway, not caring anymore about what happened.

“Sure,” He held out her silver Zippo and flicked it open, lighting his cigarette from between his lips. He gave her a look as he noticed the pile of ash and cigarette buts at her feet. A smirk formed on his face, Beth knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“You a little stressed out, sweetheart?” He asked. Beth was getting increasingly annoyed with his use of the word “sweetheart”, how he said it reminded her of a hunter stalking its prey.

“What gave you that idea, buttercup.” Beth made a point of trying to annoy him, though he only broke out into a smile.

“Buttercup, that’s a good one. Most girls just call me sexy or hot or handsome.” He added the last part as if he were bragging. Beth just rolled her eyes, hoping he would get the hint and walk away. He didn’t. he sat down beside her and stared at her.

“What?” If it was any other time, Beth wouldn’t have cared, she would have struck up a conversation and gone along with the banter he seemed to try to be creating. However, today she received some of the worst news of her life and just wanted to sit alone. Her best friend Melissa Bates had even offered to sit with her, but Beth declined.

“You’re a little feisty, huh?” He smiled, understanding that she wanted to be alone, but not feeling like letting her.

“Please Billy, just go away.” This only made his smile wider and Beth realized her mistake. A boy like Billy thrived off attention and people knowing who he was and how great he thought he was. And gave him just that, she knew his name, but he didn’t know hers.

“See, that’s not fair. I don’t know your name, sweetheart. What is it? Carol? Karen? Debra?” He started listing off guesses. Beth let it continue, lighting another cigarette and trying to ignore him.

“It’s Beth, okay? Now please go away. I promise I’ll be more inclined to talk to you and not just at you another time.” Beth snapped, trying to get him away so she could go back to moping. He stood up and put out his cigarette on the pavement.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Beth. Come to Tommy H’s party on Friday and we can talk then.” Billy winked.

“I’m not going to his party.” Beth told him. She knew it was futile to argue given his reputation, but she was in a mood.

“Then I guess we better just talk now.” He sat back down. Beth sighed, and she could hear his chuckle.

“Fine, see ya Friday.” Beth waved him off. As he walked away she began to think extensively about Billy’s reputation. He was intent on being king of the school, he was Keg King (which didn’t mean much to Beth), he beat the shit out of Steve Harrington, was a complete asshole to his step-sister, and tried to sleep with every attractive girl he saw. From what Beth could gather, his only redeeming qualities were his face and his ass. Beth sighed, she put out her last cigarette and headed towards the school for her next class.

“How many?” Mel asked as Beth sat down beside her in their English class.

“A pack.” Beth sighed. Mel rubbed her back soothingly, knowing cigarettes were Beth’s guilty pleasure.

“So, I don’t want to push you or anything, but there’s already rumours that you’re going to Tommy H’s party with Billy Hargrove.” Mel asked. Beth rolled her eyes and sighed, now noticing looks from jealous onlookers.

“He asked me for a light and then just kept talking. I told him I would talk to him another time and he forced me to agree to go to the party otherwise he wouldn’t leave.” Beth explained.

“Why did you agree?”

“Well, if I’m completely honest, I didn’t think he would hold me to it. I thought he would forget or something.” Beth groaned, realizing her mistake. She was going to a party with Billy Hargrove, and she couldn’t get out of it.

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