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"He's an asshole y/n don't even think about him" Liv said one arm wrapped around my shoulder the other holding Michele's hand. "I'm just saying he slept with me last year and now he doesn't even want to talk to me" I groaned "wait that's what you guys did that night you left?! I thought you guys just kissed!" Liv said. "Liv" i mumbled, I put my head down as we passed Nancy and Steve. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" she said. Steve looked over at us, making eye contact with me before quickly turning back towards his locker. "He's an asshole y/n, you should find someone who at least cares for you. Like my brother!" She giggled "Ew gross no" I said covering my face with my hand "come on he totally likes you" she said "no he doesn't" I laughed "he's liked nancy wheeler since like the third grade" liv's eyes widened "you're sure?" she asked "yes! I'm pretty sure they're sleeping together too" I laughed "but she's dating st-"

"It didn't stop him for sleeping with me, so why would it stop her?" I said shrugging my shoulders. "But..but she's like the goody too-shoes of Hawkins you think she's sleeping with my brother?" She asked. "I babysit her little brother and sister Mike said he's always at their house" I said as we walked up to my class "welp this is my class" I said untangling myself from under liv's arm. "Yep we're continuing this conversation later though!" She shouted as she started walking down the hallway. "Totally!" I walked into the classroom and found my seat Michele following shortly behind me still half asleep. "You ok Mickey?" I asked as I sat in my seat "Yup I'm fine" she yawned as she leaned her head on my shoulder. This particular classrooms had tables all of the desks pushed together to make it kinda look like a kindergarten classroom. (I hated it it made me feel like they sent me back to like second grade) a few minutes after Michele and I arrived nancy and Steve arrived well just Steve. Steve failed this particular class last year so he had to take it again while nancy she was a year ahead taking eleventh grade instead of tenth grade English. Steve came up and sat across from me. "Hey" he mumbled "hey?" I replied quietly not trying to wake the now sleeping Michele. "I'm sorry" he said, my eyes widened before I giggled a bit "what for?" I asked cocking my head to the side a bit "for everything really, I'm an asshole." He sighed "you are" I laughed "friends?" He asked sticking his hand out to shake my hand "friends" I shook his hand. The bell rang waking Michele up. "Welcome back" I giggled as she sprung up in her seat. "Good morning class" Mrs.Girard said, some of the student replied with sad excuse of a 'good morning' it just sounded like a bunch of tired zombies trying to talk. "Ok, let's start class with attendance." Michele leaned her cheek against her arm slowly dozing off. Mrs. Girard then started to call out names each kid replying with 'here' or 'present.'

"Sidney Anderson?"

"Leo adams?"

'Tonya Allen?"

"Lea brown?"

"Bailey bell?"

Soon enough I just ended up zoning out, thinking about everything and anything. My vision became blurry as I focused less on my surroundings and more on my thoughts. My hearing also became a bit echoey if that's even a word. I wondered what my dad was doing right now? What everyone was thinking?

"Steve harrington?"

"Barbara holland?"

"Y/n hopper?"

I didn't hear my name being called I was too far into my thoughts to notice anything "y/n? Y/n? Are you ok?" Steve asked his voice a bit echoey but I could still tell who he was. "Y/n?" he snapped his fingers in front of my face waking me up from my daze. "Y/n" he pointed up towards the teacher, "oh shit" I muttered "I'm sorry" I mumbled the teacher glared at me before going on with roll. "Are you ok?" Steve asked "yeah I'm fine I've just done that since I was little sorry" I said quietly. I had done that since Sara died it was my way of dealing with all the stress of my parents fighting. When my parents should start their humongous fights I would just zone out go into my own little world until my dad came in and snapped me out of it. Now that I think about it he probably thought I was crazy I'd stare at one spot on the wall for hours while I was in my own little universe.