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Your mother had insisted you pick up Lucas from basketball practice. With no luck in winning an argument with her, you parked your car outside a far too familiar car park.
Killing the engine, you slide back into the seat. You hated that place, if hell could come in any form it had to be Hawkins High. No doubt. And if anyone begged to differ, all the students would downright argue, having seen such things that could change a sceptic's mind.
Sighing you reach for your seatbelt and tugged it off.
Your brother owed you. He owed you big time.
Opening the front doors, you were met with a hallway of lockers and flickering lights. Yep, nothing had changed. As you made your way down and toward the gym, you could sense that your brother was in fact not there.
There was no noise to indicate that the gym was occupied by sweaty teen boys. And yeah, you were right. Opening those double doors you were met with an empty gym.
Lair.
He was so dead.
A shout down the hall caught your attention. Followed by a variety of cheers, you had found your brother.
There at the end of the hallway was a parted door with a group of boys circled around a table. You smiled at the sight, bringing you back to when the boys were in middle school. Down in the Wheeler's basement for God knows how long playing DnD. Pushing open the door, you had caught the attention of the boys.
"Y/N!" They all yelled. Dustin and Mike were excited to see you, Lucas however, was rather embarrassed. Causing you to smirk.
"Oh please, don't stop on my account." You smiled, taking in your surroundings. But missing the intense stare of the boy at the head of the table.
Leaning over Eddie nudged Dustin.
"Who's that?"
"She's Y/n, Lucas' older sister."
Intrigued by the girl, Eddie leaned back into his chair. A brilliant idea conspiring in his head. Flicking his eyes to the Sinclair boy, a menacing smirk formed on his face. Sensing the older boy's stare, Lucas slowly looked over. He did not like what he was seeing.
"So, Sinclair. You never told me, you had a sister... you know considering your status within this school." Gulping Lucas nervously scratched the back of his head. "Didn't I? I swear I told you...Didn't I... guys?"
A chorus of 'No's' filled the room which only made Eddie's smirk grow.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I introduce myself?"
"Well..." Ignoring the young boy's protests. Eddie left his chair and made his way to you. He watched you carefully, noticing how the tips of your fingers graciously skimmed over the plastic little creatures. That was until one, in particular, caught your eye. Picking it up, you carefully observed it. Oblivious to the presence standing behind you.
"You know, what they call that?" A voice called, startling the hell out of you.
A chorus of swears fell from your lips, earning a smirk from Eddie.
Straightening yourself you turned to look at the older boy, taking in his appearance. His hair was scruffy and frizzy. Giving him 'Rock God' vibes. Rings covering each finger on his hands. Yep definitely 'Rock God', you thought.
"What?"
"The creature, you're holding." 'Rock God' stated, pointing to the plastic object in your hand. Confused you followed his finger, looking directly at the plastic character in your hand.
"A goblin..?" You frowned.
Eddie watched your facial expression. The way your nose scrunched as you thought about your answer. He had never found anyone as cute as you. Yeah, there was Chrissy, but she was just a nice person. A nice friend.
"Adorable," he stated, walking up to you and snatching the character out of your hand.
"Very, very adorable."
The feeling of his eyes looking you up and down. Excited you to the core. His predator like movements, circling you. Brown. His eyes were pools of brown. Lips plump, pink and tempting.
You felt like Eve, being tempted by the Devil to take the apple and have a bite.
Just one bite.
Just one taste.
You drew your bottom lip between your teeth. This had to stop, he was a senior for God's sake. And you were a college student.
Believing you were fed up with this hot, unbelievably hot guy. You rolled your eyes. Typical.
"If you're done taunting me... well that is if you are. I have plans, and I do not want to keep them waiting."
Ceasing his steps, Eddie paused, watching.
Oh, he liked this, yes indeed and he was going to saviour the moment. By pissing you off.
With a raised eyebrow, he began.
"Oh really? It's a Friday night and here you are picking up your younger brother... well if you ask me, which I know you won't. It sounds like you, little lady, actually have nothing to do, on a Friday night. Hence your exotic interest in the little guy, Vecna, in fact. Not a goblin." Taking a bow, Eddie glanced up at you with a smirk sitting perfectly on his stupidly gorgeous face. Standing tall he made his way back to his chair. Finding a comfortable position he kicked his feet up on the table and began picking at his nails.
Gobsmacked you stood there, processing what had just happened.
Asshole. A God damn good-looking one.
"Off you go, Sinclair. Better not keep, the little lady here waiting. See you next week same time. And don't be late." He pointed at Lucas, staring him dead in the eye, before waving him off.
"Come on let's go...asshole." your brother muttered, pulling you along the long hallway.
"Who is he?" you questioned still dazed.
"Eddie Munson."
Eddie Munson, the 'Rock God'.
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