𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 || STEVE HARRINGTON

CHAPTER ii.

Babysitter.

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DOODLES, words, and weird figures were being scribbled in the sturdy notebook, with the thin pencil marking the surface of the lined paper. Class was even more boring now that Y/N couldn't bother to pay attention to her U.S. History class, vividly in her daydreams of where one of her close friends, Jonathan Byers could be since he never showed up that morning, the teacher decided to speak up, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Miss Hopper, would you like to elaborate with what Tammy said?" He cleared his throat, standing next to the girl's desk all eyes on her. Y/N frantically narrowed her vision to the board, feeling a sense of unease when everyone watched her intently. Her E/C colored eyes shifted from right to left, feeling a ridiculous amount of pressure starting to well on her chest. Breathing in and out, she squinted at the chalkboard, focusing on the big letter written on the board, The Holocaust. An eerie silence grew into place, maybe a silent cough held in the background. Y/N's palms became clammy, scrambling through her unopened textbook and unwritten notebook. Stumbling through her words in the awkwardness, the door of the classroom swung open to find the principal of the school, in a fine suit.

The class' eyes shifted from Y/N's mess to the lady, standing by the doorway, "Can I have Y/N Hopper?" Now her heart dropped to her stomach, was she into deep shit now? Maybe someone had caught her smoking this time. Was this going to be another accusation someone had made? If her dad heard about this, she was definitely going to be toast.

The eyes were now back on Y/N, worrisome, she rapidly crumpled her sheets of paper along with the textbook into her plain backpack. She slung it onto her shoulder, keeping her head low and meeting contact with the principal who guided her out of the classroom as she closed the door behind them before walking by the empty hallway.

"Am I in trouble?" The girl nervously bit her lip, looking down at the squeaky floor, the principal moved her glance to see Y/N looking so timid.

The principal shook her head, putting a reassuring hand onto the girl's shoulder, "No, you're not. Hopper, one of the most intellectual students we've had here in Hawkins High. In fact we need your help."

Without asking any questions, Y/N's eyes widened, a smile forming on her lips. The walk to the principal's office was a bit uncomfortable, as none of them spoke along the trail. Finally getting to the office's door, they opened it to find her dad along with his handy dandy partner, Phil Callahan, whom Y/N had been very close with since the beginning of her life when Hopper first got his job as chief of police. Giving a little wave for politeness, the principal directed the girl to sit down in the chair in front of her.

"I really regret to inform you but, Will Byers went missing the other night," The principal's eyes saddened, turning them up to the two police officers, "And from what your father had said, you saw him that night."

Oh god.

Will Byers was missing. No, not will. Not will. Why Will? Will was just a friendly kid who loved to play D&D with his friends Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and Dustin Henderson under their basement for neverlasting hours. The wizard, the position he played, the shy, bubbly and nerdy kid who trusted her no matter what. Will, Will Byers was missing.

"Steve's a twat!" A middle schooler climbed down the stairs in the Wheeler's residence, to find four slightly younger boys sitting on a couch, having a board in front of them. Curious, she kneeled beside Nancy Wheeler's younger brother, Michael, "What are you guys doing? Some magic trick or what?"

Mike looked beside him, to find one of Nancy's friends observing the board with the tiny figurines placed on top. Without precaution, the curly haired boy that was sat in front of him spoke up, "It's Dungeons and Dragons!"