Billie Eilish

Monday, 4:26 PM. Women's locker room. You were washing your hands, completely oblivious to the other girls in the room and not noticing when you were alone. Volleyball practice starts in 15 minutes, you're already dressed and just need to put on your knee pads and tie your hair up. The locker room door creaks behind you, and in the mirror you can see Billie's silhouette entering and stopping against the metal. "Are you the only one here, nerd ? "She says with a tone of feigned disdain, looking around. You nod slightly in agreement and notice a small half-smile at the corner of your lip. "Okay, whatever. "Billie moves away from the door and walks over to you, resting her hands on the sink beside you. "Listen, I saw you talking to Ryan yesterday. I don't like him, you know? "She says in a calm but deeply possessive tone. "Look here, little nerd ... "She begins, getting closer to you until she pins you against the sink, one of her hands going to your chin. "I never want to see you talking to him again. Do we understand each other? "Billie finishes in a threatening tone. She raises an eyebrow, waiting for confirmation; when you nod slightly, she smiles contentedly and steps back a little. — " Good girl . "Billie winks at you, turning her back and leaving the locker room with relaxed steps. Outside, you can hear the voices of Billie's friends mixing with hers, sounding excited and quite different from how Billie was inside the locker room. *

• You are adults and in university. Billie is 19 years old.