Infatuation | Eddie Munson

1- Cliché

One of my favourite things in the whole world was music. The way it can make you lose touch of reality as the notes flow through your ears as it makes its way through your whole body with hypnotising melodies as scenarios and nostalgic memories fill your mind while the lyrics are beautifully sung.

I continued to walk as my black converse scraped across the gravel road. Converse were my all-time favourite type of shoe, the simplistic design would match with any outfit possible, though one could argue I didn't have the best fashion sense, so never mind that. I wore a pair of worn out jeans, with a turtle neck and my dad's old-baggy sweater, with several necklaces layered on top. Maybe not your typical cheerleader's fashion sense, but I grew to not really care.

My headphones sat on my head comfortably connected to my walkman, my footsteps matching every beat. Another thing about music is that it made me feel like I was in a movie, or as if I was the only person left in the world.

That was until I heard a voice over my shoulder.

"Well if it isn't Florence Spring," the voice taunted, my heart jumped out of my chest as I immediately ripped off my headphones at the sudden fright, snapping me straight back into reality and out of my melodramatic trans I was sucked into a few moments ago.

"Shit!," I cursed loudly with an annoyed tone as a reaction to the sudden jump scare.
Eddie-fucking-Munson. Hawkins High school's largest-known freak, with his shaggy, curly, long hair which was the complete opposite to my straight, brown hair in which sat right on top of my shoulders.

He laughed as he continued to walk with his stupid leather jacket on, his hands in his pockets as he turned to face his other freak-friends.

I frustratedly sighed, putting my headphones back on as I continued to walk into the school. My mood suddenly decreased after the previous event, not really being able to focus on my music anymore, but luckily a much more pleasant face was presented to me as I turned the corner of the freshly-polished school floor.

"Hey, Chrissy!" I said cheerfully.
"Flo, hey," she replied, with the glowing smile that she almost always wore on her beautiful face.
I went to reply, but before I had the chance to open my mouth, I felt an arm placed around my shoulder, getting a whiff of body oder in the process.
I look up to see a male with curly hair with that stupid basketball team letterman jacket and hat on.

It was that obsessive prick Andy. I ducked, releasing myself from the grip of the male and giving him an awkward smile in retaliation. I turned around to see half the basketball and cheer team gathered together like a cult in their matching letterman jackets.

To be truthful, I hated being on the cheer team and half the people in it, I only tried out for the team because of Chrissy, but now I was stuck with it,
now being a senior and still on the team.

"What's up?" Chrissy asked.
"And what are you doing, you guys look like your in some kind of cult," she laughed, causing me to smile, of course we were thinking the exact same thing.

"Hey babe, we're just recruiting people to come to our party on Friday," said Jason, Chrissy's boyfriend and basketball team captain, walking towards her and pulling her closer to her, pushing me to the side. I scoffed.

"Recruiting people?" I laughed. "Now you really sound like a cult."

"Whatever," Jason replied. "But seriously, you guys are obviously coming anyway. We're just spreading the word."

He turned around, pulling Chrissy with her, signalling the rest to follow him like a pack of wolves. I stayed back and got ready walk off before Chrissy turned back, "You coming?"

"No, I think I'm just gonna head to class," I said, slowly walking backwards as I gave her a warm smile before pivoting on my heel and walking away.

Sighing, I placed my headphones on once again and let the music take control of me.

I realised how much I'd grown to dislike the crowd that I'd been apart of for years. Though I'd now seemed to be stereotyped as the most popular girl at school's pretty best friend, with the only thing going for me being that I was 'naturally attractive', smart, and popular. Utterly Cliché.

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I hope this was okay for the first chapter and helped set the scene a bit!