Billy Hargrove

Billy pulled into the Hawkins parking lot with the screech of tires from his '69 Camaro, and everyone immediately turned to look. He got out with that air of superiority and charming face, winked at three stupid girls leaning against a car as he blew smoke into the air and crossed the street. When we looked at each other, I was also smoking with Dustin, my little brother, beside me.

He looked me up and down and let out a whistle; that guy was such an idiot. 'Has he never seen a girl in a miniskirt and a tight t-shirt?' I thought as I smoked, feeling his gaze fixed on my back.

"But what a cutie!" he shouted between giggles that made me hate him immediately.

I turned around and flipped him the bird, walking backwards without flinching too much, with the cigarette in my mouth.

He blew me a kiss with his hand and smiled as we continued walking; it was impossible not to see his backside, anyway, for a man it was very nice...