Fic: The Newest Attraction (Tom/Bill - NC-17) Part 1

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Title: The Newest Attraction (Part 1/?)
Pairing: Tom/Bill
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for now. Oh except it's femmeslash
Word Count: 3,609
Disclaimer: Didn't happen and never will because Bill and Tom aren't girls
Summary: As soon as Tommy arrives as the new kid at Newbury High she sweeps up the social hierarchy, quickly becoming one of the most popular girls in the school. This instant success doesn’t sit will with Billy who scorns Tommy’s initial popularity. But when Tommy decides to take an interest in Billy, her animosity doesn't stick around.
Notes: Sorry for the rubbish title/summary/everything. This is a work in progress and when it's complete hopefully it'll make its way to THF so everything is subject to change, oops. I've never written femmeslash before but I couldn't resist so here you go, part one of I-don't-know-how-many! I hope it's alright. Enjoy ^_^

 

The Newest Attraction

Billy cast one last look at the group of people clustered around the canteen’s centre table and swung her bag onto one shoulder with a huff. It was too early to set off for class but the raucous chatter coming from the hundreds of students was beginning to grate on her nerves. In fact, it had been bothering her since she’d first entered the canteen half an hour earlier but she had told herself she had to grin and bear it if she was going to survive her final year of school. Jaw set in an annoyed square, she stood, pushing away her half-finished ham and cheese sub for Gustav who sat opposite.

“You’re leaving?” He asked when he noticed the food shoved in his direction.

Billy nodded tersely and couldn’t help but shoot another scathing look at the centre table. She regretted it a second later when Gustav let out a sigh of exasperation.

“You’re going to have to get over them,” he told her, fixing her with a stern look from behind thick rimmed glasses. Gustav was intelligent, serious and gentle and Billy knew if there was one person she should listen to, it was him. But even so, she scowled at her friend, her mood beyond dampened.

“It’s not them,” It’s her.

Billy’s lips drew into a thin line as she regarded Gustav, as though daring him to challenge her. He didn’t; merely looked down at the French text book set before him. It was a dismissal, or perhaps acknowledgment of her impending departure. Either way, Billy was leaving and he knew it.

But just as she turned round to head towards the exit he said, “Give her a chance; she’s new.”

Damn. Billy forgot Gustav could read her like an open book even when she was trying adamantly to keep everything shut up with padlock and key. That kind of came with the territory when they’d been friends longer than Billy could talk.

His comment was ambiguous and Billy didn’t posses the perceptiveness her friend did so she pretended to ignore him, opting instead to stalk away in search of somewhere she could settle for the remainder of lunch.

Give her a chance. What kind of chance did Gustav want Billy to give her?

She exhaled, frowning as she pushed open the door to the nearest girls’ toilets, letting it swing shut behind her as she made her way to a stall. She cursed when one of the chains of her bag clacked against the plastic cubicle wall in her haste to swipe across the lock.

“Ugh.” Billy wasn’t one to dole out chances to new girls.

Tommy was her name; the latest addition to the final graders at Newbury High. She had joined not two weeks ago and already had racked up a friends list longer than the people Billy had ever known in all her five years at the school. Tommy hung out with the coolest crowd. The group that every lunch and break and free period high-jacked the centre table of the canteen, joking, messing around and doing a very good job of looking like the most perfect circle of friends. They hadn’t exactly made it their mission to victimise Billy but her more dramatic side decreed them her reason for remaining on the peripheries of Newbury High’s social hierarchy.

Billy wasn’t usually irked by new kids. She wasn’t usually irked by the fact that she had remained an invariable nobody for almost five years. No, Billy was irked by the fact that Tommy’s presence actually got to her.

It wasn’t as though she’d done anything in particular to get under Billy’s skin; they’d barely exchanged words since her arrival. Tommy had perhaps stretched to the occasional smile or covert glance (none of which Billy had returned). Yet still, the constant laughter and chatter that surrounded Tommy wherever she went and the way boys and girls alike fawned over her, inviting her to all the parties that Billy was never even considered for, really irritated Billy.

While she was in the stall she heard only one other person enter but by the time she was done she deemed it safe to emerge. Shouldering her bag once more, she slid open the lock and stepped back into the tiled girls’ toilets, grimy with the frequency of students milling in and out on a daily basis.

Knocking the tap on she waited for the warmer water to start gushing and then stuck her hands under the stream, lathering them with the clinical smelling soap used universally in schools.

She looked up briefly, catching sight of herself in the mirror positioned above the sinks, only to duck her head back down again. A scowl was not a pretty look but she’d rather sulk than wipe it off. She just didn’t have to see it herself and she could pretend her features weren’t marred with something her mother would call ugly.

Behind her, another stall door opened and shut again but she didn’t look up to see who it was. Whoever it was wouldn’t care and if they did they could piss right off. Billy was in no mood for any menial interaction that might ensue.

“Hey, aren’t we in the same History class?”

The words spoken took Billy by surprise and despite her ultimatum to give whoever it had been the cold shoulder, her neck snapped up, startled.  

Tommy was standing right beside her and she smiled as their eyes met in the mirror set up over the sink next to the one Billy was using. Billy began to smile back but then faltered and wondered where her conviction was. She’d just ended a ten minute internal tirade about how much Tommy annoyed her. But the smile had been instinctive, natural.

As ever, she fought nature and looked back down to the sink, focusing intently on her still soapy hands.

“Maybe. I don’t remember,” she said, more to her hands than Tommy.

But Tommy proved not to be deterred and went on, “We are. I’ve seen you around before, definitely.”

“Sure you have,” Billy mumbled, wishing the conversation would just end there.

Tommy either didn’t hear her or pretended to ignore the comment. Billy was willing to bet her black Gucci bag it was the latter.

“Hey, you doing anything this weekend?”

Billy was thrown by Tommy’s sudden forthrightness and she looked up again only to find the girl next to her smiling expectantly.

“Uuh,” she began, unsure what Tommy was getting at. Was she asking her out? Just looking for another friend?

Tommy went on swiftly though, launching into an explanation, “I’m having this party, it’s gonna be pretty huge and my parents are out of town so they said I can have all my new friends over. Sort of like a welcome party.”

Billy scoffed, “A welcome party for yourself?” Then she winced as Tommy’s smile faltered and an uncertain tension dipped her brow. “Sorry,” Billy said quietly, “I didn’t—”

“No no,” Tommy shook her head so a couple of dreads swung over one shoulder and composed herself again impressively fast, “It’s cool. So do you wanna come? It’ll be fun...” she lilted her voice as though offering up a temptation Billy would be stupid to resist.  

“I’m not sure I really qualify as a friend,” Billy muttered, now wiping her hands over her hips to dry them off.

Tommy laughed, easy and pleasant, “Not yet,” she gave Billy a wink that made her avert her gaze and curse herself for the pink blush that swept her cheeks.

“Think about it,” Tommy said, “It’d be awesome to see you there.”

Billy nodded, still not making direct eye contact with the girl before her, “It’s not, like, fancy dress or anything is it?”

That earned another chuckle, “No, don’t worry, you’re safe.” She paused, then grinned and said, “But I’d love to see you all made up in costume.”

The sweep of Tommy’s eyes made Billy feel both very exposed and very warm. She was pretty certain she was being checked out and a hot flush rushed through her system as she practically felt the appraisal exuding from the girl before her. Risking another flicker up to Tommy’s eyes she found them sparkling, grinning as she leaned one hip easily against the sink.

“See you Saturday, my place,” she said and brushed past Billy as she exited the bathroom, the drape of her enormous shirt just showing the promise of curves beneath.

Billy let out a whoosh of breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in and slumped against the sink Tommy had just been leaning on. A shaky hand pushed into her hair, swiping runway strands from her forehead.

Tommy’s presence was no longer bugging her, it was confusing her.

~~~~

The remainder of the day passed in a whirlwind of textbooks, late homework admonishments and Andreas prodding her with pencils. The platinum blonde wouldn’t stop interrogating her over the dazed state she had settled in and every opportunity he got was spent dotting her upper arm with pencil shaped bruises.

Now it was Billy’s last lesson of the day and the teacher had just set them a task to be done in silence. So naturally, Andreas had taken that to mean whisper as quickly and quietly to Billy about anything and everything. Today, it meant trying to pluck answers from her distant mind.

“It’s got something to do with your mum again?” he guessed but grumbled when Billy shook her head, not looking up while her pen stayed scribbling out her answer diligently. She and her mother had been on polite speaking terms this past week which Billy deemed trophy-worthy. They didn’t tend to get along beyond the fact that they both hated her father and insects.

Ten minutes passed in actual silence, not Andreas’ version before he tried again, “Has someone asked you out?”

This startled a response from Billy who sat up straight and flushed, “Did someone say something to you?”

Andreas whooped in triumph which earned him a hiss from the batty old teacher perched at the front of the classroom. “Sorry, Miss,” he said facetiously then ducked low to crowd over his paper while quick firing frantic whispers at Billy. “So someone has asked you out, like out out? A date? Do I know her? Or is it a guy? I always sort of hoped I’d be the one if you turned out not to be—”

“Andi,” Billy hissed, gritting her teeth and willing herself not to smack Andreas in the face. “Shut up and fuck off!”

“C’mo—”

“If you don’t, I’ll never tell you who it is,” Billy warned, glaring sideways at him.

He was instantly mollified but then perked all too soon for Billy’s taste saying, “Even if you don’t tell me I’ll find out eventually. That sort of thing spreads like wildfire in this place.”

Billy groaned, setting her pen down on the paper. It rolled over the smooth surface but stopped short of dropping over the edge of the desk. One hand passed through her hair again, brushing back the shorter bits that insisted on flopping into her eyes. She sighed, resigning herself to Andreas’ probing.

“It was Tommy.”

“Tommy Kaulitz? As in the new girl Tommy?” Andreas nearly squeaked. Billy would have laughed at his incredulous expression had her belly not been performing a series of particularly complicated knots.

“Yeah but—” she whispered, trying to keep this on the down-low for now at least and hoping to urge Andreas to do the same.

“Damn, I didn’t know she batted for the other team. I thought I was in with a shot.” Andreas looked glum for a second but his typical one second attention span kicked in and he switched back to overexcited before Billy could get another word in edgeways.

“I don’t even know,” Billy admitted, slanting her mouth in grimace.

“But you said—”

“I know what I said but if you’d let me finish,” she went on, half-way exasperated with her best friend and half-way anxious about her own swirling belly. She didn’t know Tommy could have that kind of effect on her. She didn’t even know if it was Tommy causing it, but it sure seemed to be, “I don’t even know if she was asking me out out.”

“How does that work?” Andreas cocked an eyebrow, still huddled over his desk in the pretence of actually doing his work.

“She sort of,” Billy hedged, “Well she invited me to her party this Saturday.” She could see Andreas about to roll his eyes, “I know, I know that’s not exactly something to sing and dance about but it’s the way—she gave me this look. I don’t know, kinda seemed like she was interested... or something.”

She realised then how ridiculous this whole situation was. She’d been all but physically shooting daggers at Tommy ever since her arrival into Newbury High and here she was, all starry eyed and belly swirling after Tommy had just invited her to a party probably consisting of the entire year. She was looking way too far into it.

“She probably was. Interested in you I mean,” Andreas assured her. “I actually heard Natalie saying to Dunja the other day that Tommy had turned down Georg. Georg, Billy.”

Georg was the school’s resident hot-shot.He was captain of the football team, owned a Ferrari and was the son of the director of one of the largest oil firms in Europe. Therefore placing him at the top of every girl and gay guys dreamboat list.

He didn’t date anyone though. His apex position on the Newbury hierarchy enabled him to pick and choose as he pleased, regardless of their age or respective ranking. He’d dated girls in both the older and the younger year groups before, the sporty types, the blond bimbos, the rockers and hippies the posh totties. Apparently, Georg didn’t go for the classic jock/cheerleader pairing, therefore his pick of Tommy came of no surprise to Billy. Her hip-hip attire and tomboyish looks wouldn’t obviously position her at the forefront of any guys objectification but she had clearly captured Georg’s.

Only to be turned down. Billy pondered this but then shook her head, disallowing further pursuit of the subject and settled back over the rest of her work till the bell rang signalling the day’s end.

~~~~

Two days later saw Billy sitting at an empty table in the canteen with History books scattered before her and a pen skittering frantically over lined paper. As usual, she’d left her homework till last minute and then her last minute had been taken up by their neighbour Irene coming round requesting her babysitting duties while they went to take care of a sick Grandmother. Billy’d accepted, both in need of the extra money and not having the heart to turn Irene down with the pretext of too much homework. The bane of every teens life, so she supposed she shouldn’t complain.

So now it was the period before lunch and she was expecting Andreas and Gustav to join her at any minute, having just spent her entire free period scribbling away about sixteenth century politicians she couldn’t give two shits about.

She felt more than heard the movement behind her and just as she was about to turn round accusing Gustav of sneaking up on her again, a warm body plopped down beside her.

“I saw you doing History, too,” Tommy beamed at her, waving her course textbook before dumping it down on the table beside Billy’s own.

Billy opened her mouth, her eyes darting up from the two books to Tommy’s bright ones, “Uh, yeah.”

Tommy continued to smile, “I did all this stuff before, at my old school. So it’s easy for me, just really boring.” She pulled a face which Billy found adorable and she couldn’t help the smile spreading over her own face, replacing the distressed frown that had so recently settled between her brows.

“But you still haven’t done the homework?” Billy asked.

“Nah,” Tommy said lightly, “Good thing too, or we wouldn’t have been able to finish it together.”

“Oh,” Bill said “Yeah. How much have you done?” She asked, curious and leaning close to peek at Tommy’s work. It was easy to talk to Tommy, she was friendly and upbeat and it was becoming clear to Billy why she had the whole school seeking some sort of affinity with the new girl.

Tommy seemed pleased for some reason for she smiled wider, “’Bout half or something.”

“Yeah, me too,” Billy sat back again, touching a hand to the text book and then resting it back in her lap, “I don’t really have much else to say. I sort of... suck at history.”

Tommy laughed, the sound laid back, like everything else about her, “Maybe we should stick the two together, make a whole one.”

Billy laughed then, too, “Not what I had in mind. You’ve done this all before so you should have loads to say!”

Tommy shrugged, grinning, “I’m forgetful, its only the important things that stay in here.” She reached a hand up to tap one finger against the side of her head.

“Well this is important right now,” Billy said, looking down at her half finished essay. She frowned at the empty space that stretched over a whole expanse of white paper but couldn’t really find the importance in it after all.

“You know what? Fuck it,” she conceded, dropping her pen. “If it’s not done by now, it’s not gonna be done ever.”

“Well said!” Tommy cheered, closing Billy’s text book with a heavy slam. “Now you can come grab lunch with me.”

Billy’s belly did a weird sort of flip and she began nodding, “Yeah—”

“You would not believe what Mrs Webster was wearing today,” Andreas announced loudly, sitting on the other side of Billy with enough grace to rival a hippo on land. His elbow whacked into the back of Billy’s head with a thwack and she cried out in pain.

“Watch it you fucker!” She swore, rubbing the back of her head gingerly and wincing as she pressed into residual hurt.

Beside her, Tommy chuckled and it was then Andreas noticed her.

“Oh! Ohh!” It looked as though he was about to burst but Billy whacked him sharply and rather pointedly over the back of the head.

“Ow, fuck! What was that for?!” Andreas wailed, now looking indignant and extremely perplexed.

“Pay-back,” Billy said brightly, grinning at her friend cheerily and gathering the rest of her books together before shoving then unceremoniously into her bag.

“That, and for having no tact,” came the quiet voice of Gustav approaching them from behind. He slid into the seat opposite the other three, smiling at Billy and then saying to Tommy, “Nice to see you’ve finally met the infamous Billy.”

“Not infamous,” Billy corrected, “Going to be famous.”

“Oh? You are, huh?” Billy looked round to see Tommy smiling at her, something twinkling in her eye. She blushed and lowered her head slightly so the front strands of her fringe fell into her face. It felt as though she’d forgotten Tommy wasn’t part of her usual crowd. She hadn’t yet seen the gobby  loudmouth Billy could so illustriously be.

“Billy wants to sing, like on a stage and everything,” Andreas supplied helpfully, beginning to stuff half a sandwich into his mouth. On any other day Billy would have been disgusted by his behaviour but now she was too mortified to care. “With backing dancers,” Andreas added as an apparent afterthought.

“No backing dancers,” she said firmly.  

“Make it big time? Impressive,” Tommy whistled low as though highlighting her point. She was looking at Billy closely, so closely it made Billy want to hide away again. But she didn’t, she tossed her hair over one shoulder and tried settling back into the easy banter they’d had before. Only before, it hadn’t been directed solely on her future career prospects.

“I like to sing,” she said, keeping it simple, “Maybe in a band someday or something. You know, so I wouldn’t have to do it solo.”

Tommy continued to look impressed and Billy met her eyes with a smile. Beside them Andreas chirped, “You won’t be lonely on stage with all those backing dancers,” but his comment went ignored by both girls and Gustav, too, who was tucking into a hearty looking BLT.   

“You wouldn’t have to be solo,” Tommy said quietly but before Billy could read any further into that statement a loud voice boomed across the canteen, quite obviously aimed at their table. Or more specifically, at Tommy.

“Tommy! You coming to eat lunch or what?”

Tommy turned in her seat and Billy felt her stomach drop. Trying not to be disappointed she plucked a crisp from Andreas’ packet and nibbled on the corner.  

But Tommy’s reply surprised her: “Nah, I’m over here today. I’m taking Billy out to grab something to eat.”

Billy immediately shoved the whole crisp in her mouth and hastened to swallow it down nearly whole before gulping and looking up to catch Gustav’s eye across the table.

“Huh. So you got over them then,” he observed. Nodding ever so slightly in Tommy’s direction then the centre table.

Billy replied with a nod of her own. She’d gotten over Tommy but on the mean time had gotten into her in an entirely new way.

“Come on,” Tommy stood, grabbing at Billy’s arm and tugging her up to join her standing. “Let’s go get something to eat.”


Thank you all for reading! Hopefully I'll have the next part up soon and maybe even with a banner if I can find one of some description :D Take care and Happy New Year xxxo