eddie munson - m'lady.

1 - insanity.

molly pov:

yawning, you sat up. after laying in bed for god knows how long, you were pretty sure you were gonna be late but oh well, fuck it. it's only high school and the only thing you was actually going to miss out on was the 'super fun' therapy sessions and the pep rally. though, you do want to see robin and steve. they said they'd turn up this year.

after graduating, you hadn't seen much of them and you were starting to miss your two friends, dumb and dumber. thank god, you yourself was graduating this year too.

checking the time, you realised you had just enough time to make it to the pep rally, where you'd undoubtedly get a massive speech from the jason-big-head-carver. god, you'd love to see his ego shattered by a lost game. that'd be the dream.

quickly pulling a pair of white baggy jeans on and an off the shoulder, red cropped shirt with graphic images on the front, you checked the weather through your caravan-window. all that you'd gotten was the sight of eddie-the-freak-munson's caravan, van and a slightly cloudy sky. otherwise from that, it looked fine today.

you pulled on your hawkins-high-school jacket that you'd never returned to your ex boyfriend. woo, school spirit! go tigers! rolling your eyes, you looked at yourself in the mirror. the bright red hair with lighter highlights and tips of blonde, glowed in the sun light. the mayfield genes shone through you and your sister proudly. gingers.

the amount of taunting you got in middle school was so infuriating compared to all the compliments you got in high school for it. some girls had even dyed their hair red and styled it similar. you let yourself believe it was a coincidence. 

as you walked out of  the empty caravan with your sister already set off and your mother at work, you met the sight of eddie munson across the street. as you both made awkward eye contact, he pulled a face. scoffing, you smiled at the freak from across the lawn.

after locking the door, you looked back at his uncle's place. his van still sat there, thick clouds emitting from the open windows. you grinned. 

as you put your headphones on and started playing your favourite tape, you began walking to school. you give love a bad name was the best song you'd ever heard and bon jovi was just pure bliss - plus he was hot with his ripped jeans, distressed shirts and long, wavy brown hair.

a car horn beeped and you quickly jumped back from your imagination full of fantasies of the rock singer to the side walk. you looked to your left. eddie the freak munson?

"hey sweetheart. you want a ride?" he winked at you.

raising an eyebrow, you stuck your middle finger up at him and kept walking. now you were pissed off as he began following you down the street. 

"hey, come on. i won't try anything, scout's honour." he chuckled to himself and looked at you with a pleading face. you stopped and looked at him through the open passenger window. "come on, m'lady."

you leant through the window of his van, leading on the frames and gave him a fake smile. "i'm going to give you five seconds to leave me alone or i'm going to drag you out of your scuffed up van by your hair and beat the shit out of you, freak." you stood back from the van, holding you hand up to him, five fingers sticking outward.

"five." you stared at the boy in the drivers seat. he only grinned back, with an expression you weren't sure if you were seeing right. he was impressed?

coming back to reality, you took one finger down. "four." he only sat in his chair, relaxed and with an resting against the window as his face rested on his palm. what a fucking fuck.

"three." you smiled back at the freak as he tapped against the wheel with his other hand almost impatiently.

"two." you saw him check the sky from inside the van and his already mischievous grin widened. what was he- fuck.

you felt the patter of small rain against your scalp. eddie, looking smug, opened the passenger door and held a hand out over the seat. you groaned and sat on the seat, closing the door quickly and crossing your arms. you glued your eyes to the window pane in front of you.

"where do you want dropping off, mayfield?"

"round the corner." you said through gritted teeth of embarrassment. 

"you sure? i could drop you off at the front door, no?" he grinned and you could hear the teasing in his voice. it pissed you off more.

"round. the. corner." you repeated. "freak." he scoffed and put his foot down on the pedal, too hard too soon. you took hold of the handle above the window and quickly put your seatbelt on, eyes widened. "slow the fuck down! are you fucking insane?" you yelled at him.

"takes one to know one." he looked at you, grinning. you stare at him a second too long before he raises his eyebrows at you. what did he know? did he know about your therapy? surely not. maybe? "what?" he was confused now.

so he didn't know. you looked at away from the freak and towards your hands in your lap. were you insane?

no. you can't be.

right?

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