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Marcus sat at the only empty lunch table, situated in the middle of the room. He pulled out his journal and began writing, opting not to trust the cafeteria food in a school for assassins. Suddenly someone jumps over the table, he recognizes the green mohawk as soon as he sees it.
“I think Chico’s got a crush on you,” Billy comments sitting down across from Marcus, “Or he wants to kill you, probably kill.”
“Fuck that dude,” Marcus replied. “What’s his deal anyways?” Billy began explaining the nuances of the clique system within the school. “What about her? I thought you said that groups don’t mix.”
“They don’t, that’s Y/N, she’s special, her dads a hot shot assassin, no one knows exactly who he is, but there’s enough rumors to sink a ship. Plus everyone’s scared of her reputation, so they let her slide with the legacies, even though she doesn’t fit in with any particular group.” Marcus’s eyes lingered on the girl's form for a minute, as she talked with Saya and the Kurokis. “Nonono, you don’t want to do that, plus Lex has dibs on her if she ever dates a rat,” Billy protested.
“How can you have dibs on a person?”
“I don’t know, but he does,” Suddenly Billy straightens up a little bit and squirms in his seat. Marcus follows his gaze to see Y/N approaching them.
“Hey Billy…new kid,” she addressed them each with a smile, not something Marcus was expecting from the apparent most deadly person in the school, “How’s your day been so far?” she asked Marcus, scooching into the seat next to him. “I know how your day’s been,” She gestured to Billy’s arm with a sorry smile.
He laughed lightly shrugging, Y/N turned back to Marcus, “Traumatizing,” Marcus replied.
This earned a laugh from Y/N, “I like this one, can we keep him?” she jokingly asked Billy.
The three of them chatted for a few more minutes, before Y/N announced she had to go, “Do you have any final words of wisdom for Marcus on his first day?” Billy asked before she could leave fully.
“Try to keep your head attached to your body,” she joked (not really) backing away.
Billy watched, love stricken as she left the cafeteria. “Dude,” Marcus interrupted. “I thought you said we don’t want to do that,” he raises an eyebrow at the green haired boy.
“Do what?” Billy snapped out of his daze, “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”
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That night, after classes had finished and supper had been eaten, the rats sat up on the roof smoking.
“The Dixie Mob are fucking assholes,” Lex complained.
“Yeah like who really gives a shit about white supremacy nowadays?” Billy went to take a drag of his cigarette but it was pulled from between his fingers. He turned his head, about to curse out the culprit when he came face to face with Y/N, a smirk on her face as she took a drag from his cigarette and placed it back between his fingers. “Y/N, h-hey.”
“Hey,” she smiles, sitting down next to him on the concrete slab. “I see you survived, new kid,” she spoke around Billy to Marcus. Billy had taken a long drag from the cigarette and now offered it to the girl, but Lex was quick to step in.
“Here love, you can have one of mine,” he offers her a fresh cigarette, which she accepts with a soft ‘thank you’ as he lights it for her.
Petra walks over from where she had been standing away from the group, a little gracious for her roommate to be there, and sits next to Y/N.
“I thought you said she mostly hangs with the Legacies?” Marcus whispers in Billy’s ear.
“Yeah, but like I said, she’s also technically a rat, and Petra is her roommate and they're close. So she hangs with us when she can.”
Marcus nods in response.
“Hey, Y/N! Check out this new move I've been working on!” Lex calls from the skateboard ramp. Y/N focuses her attention on the British boy.
When he finishes his trick, Y/N claps politely, “Damn, that was sick!”
Billy flicks his cigarette to the ground, “Oh that was nothin’!”' he challenges. After Billy executes his trick flawlessly, he spreads his arms wide and asks, “How was that?”
“11 out of 10” Y/N replies with a beaming smile.
“Well what would you rate mine, love?” Lex interjects.
Marcus can see the girl's internal struggle to answer correctly. “10.5 out of 10” she finally says with a sweet smile.
Marcus looks to Lex, who seems content with this answer, though not entirely happy.
“Who did you get partnered up with in De Luca’s class today?” Petra asked Y/N, Marcus could see her shoulder’s relax at the change of subject.
“Fucking Brandy Lynn,” Y/N rolled her eyes.
From there on the air seemed lighter and the conversation seemed to flow smoother. Finally, Y/N stood up and stomped out her cigarette, “Alright, it was good hanging, I gotta go,” she waved goodbye and headed to the stairwell, a chorus of byes following her.
“Man, she so obviously has a thing for Billy,” Marcus states, taking a drag.
Billy chokes on air while Lex gets visibly irritated.
Petra elbows Marcus “Dude,” she whispers. Marcus raises his hands in defense.
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Over the next week Marcus and the rats grew closer, including Y/N. Marcus had watched as she would sit across from Billy every time she ate a meal with them, or how she would always laugh at his jokes, even when they're not funny (which was a lot of them).
On Friday, Marcus stops Y/N in the deserted hallway, “When are you going to tell Billy you like him?”
“Excuse me?” If looks could kill, Marcus would be dead.
“C’mon, it's obvious you have a thing for him, and him for you, so just tell him,”
Y/N laughs incredulously, “I don't know what youre talking about” She turns to leave.
“Y/N,” Marcus says seriously.
Y/N turns back and looks at Marcus seriously, “Leave it,” and walks off down the hall.
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Y/N stands in the kitchen, Shabnams party in full swing, if you could call it that. She nurses a red solo cup of alcohol. Her eyes roamed the patrons of the party but were always drawn back to a green mohawk.
“You should go over there,” Marcus says from beside her, “talk to him.”
Y/N couldn’t seem to shake the curly hair boy recently. “No,” she says simply, taking a small sip.
“C’monnn, just talk to him.” Y/N shoots a glare at Marcus. “Fine, if you won’t tell him, I will.” He cups his hands over his mouth, yelling “Billy!” to get his attention over the music and conversation.
Y/N cocks her head at the curly haired boy, “Seriously?”
On the couch, Billy looks over the top, looking into the kitchen. Marcus waves for him to come over. Y/N tries to slip out with a group of people, but Marcus was quick to grab her arm and place her firmly back in place.
“Hey guys! What's up?” Billy asked in his usual goofy tone, a smile covering his face. His eyes were slightly bloodshot but they still carried the usual kindness.
“Y/N here was just asking me about my favourite punk bands, and I figured you would be a better person to talk to about it,” Marcus shoots the girl a cheesy smile to which Y/N returns a quick sarcastic smile.
“Yeah! man, I love the Adolescent and have you ever heard of….” Billy trails off into a tangent and Y/N can’t help but hang on to every word. Marcus walked away feeling accomplished.
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“WELL, well, well, what do we have here?” Lex yells, making Y/N flinch ever so slightly. Her and Billy had been talking for what feels like forever, gradually moving closer to each other in the small kitchen, “flirting with my best friend, eh?” Lex slings an arm over Y/N’s shoulder, which she is quick to shrug off, but Billy’s look of deflation doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Screw off, Lex,” she replies, pushing him back lightly.
“Oh, cmon, loveeee” he drags out, going to place a hand on her ass, but the second it grazes, his wrist is twisted in an unnatural way.
“I said, fuck. off. Lex,” Y/N states, still holding his wrist and threatening to break it.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Marcus interrupts, making her release Lex’s hand, albeit reluctantly, “let's get you out of here,” he says to Lex, patting him on the chest and shooting the couple an apologetic look.
Y/N turns to Billy, “I need some air,” she brushes past him and out the front door.
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Y/N was sitting on the front steps, carving a design into the stairs with a knife, when Billy came up beside her, “want some company?”
She looks up at him, “sure” and waves to the spot beside her.
“I’m sorry about Lex, he's a total asshole when he's drunk… Are you okay?” he asks as he sits down.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she forces a smile, but doesn’t look back up from the design.
“You didn't look fine, and if the stairs are any indication…” he says with a raised eyebrow looking at the design she had carved.
“It's just…” she sighs, getting up and pacing in front of him, “my dad used to yell like that, and accuse me of shit I didn't do… so when people do it now it really pisses me off.”
“Yeah I get that… Believe me, I do,” he nods solemnly, Y/N sits back down. “I’m sure Marcus is giving him an earful and I'm going to tomorrow when he's sober enough to understand.”
“Thank you,” she gives him a tight lipped smile, “thank you for being so kind,” she leans her head on his shoulder for a second, and then removes it.
“You gave me no reason not to be, and I mean, technically you’re one of us,” he laughs.
“I am, aren't I? Maybe I should embrace that more,” Y/N says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she looks in his eyes.
“Yeah!” Billy says, getting a little excited.
A comfortable silence falls over the two, looking at each other with little smiles growing on their faces.
After a minute, Y/N looks away, “What do you think of Lex's whole ‘dibs’ thing?” she asks, looking out to the street.
“What do you mean?” He tilts his head slightly.
“I mean, do you give a shit about it?” she turns towards him.
“No, it's just some stupid thing he came up with to make himself feel better,” he laughs, turning back to Y/N, “wh--”
Before Billy could finish his question, she does what she’s always wanted to do since she met Billy Bennet, and what Marcus has been pressuring her to do. She grabs the side of Billy's face and leans in and presses her lips to his. The kiss is sweet and gentle and quick. When she pulls back Billy looks at her with stars in his eyes and he lets out a signature little giggle, before leaning back in for another, more heated, kiss.