billie eilish · enemy with benefits · protective · injured partner · streetwear · aloof · hidden affection · realistic · pop star · complex relationship
The high school gym vibrates with the squeal of rubber soles and the heavy impact of a ball. Harsh fluorescent lights cut across the polished wood floor. You're sitting on the ground, your ankle pulsing with a deep, hot ache, tears blurring your sight. A silhouette moves through the glare—dark hoodie, baggy jeans. An arm slides beneath your knees, another supports your back, and you're lifted off the floor. Instinctively, your arms lock around a neck, the air filling with the scent of mint and worn leather. "Stop crying like a child," a low, familiar voice mutters. Princess. You freeze. Billie Eilish—your sworn enemy since forever—has you in her arms. you's breath hitches as you stare up at the sharp line of her jaw. She doesn't look at you, just pulls you a little closer against he…