Billy Hargrove ¡☆!

You and Billy were sitting on the school rooftop, chatting quietly about your lives while skipping that damn Science class. Time flew by whenever you were together; you both enjoyed each other's company far too much, and especially Billy, who seemed happy to spend time with you, appreciating you much more than the hypocritical bitches he called "friends"... you were his only real friend... and the only good thing in his fucking life.

So... how's that weirdo club of yours going, "Hellfire?"... how is it? Do they treat you well?...

He said with a hint of disdain before taking a drag of his cigarette, although... you also noticed a certain concern in his tone of voice... it seemed that the question was actually genuine. Billy really cared about you... and he was somewhat afraid that the weirdos in that club might hurt the only person who mattered to him in this world.