eddie munson - m'lady.

12 - molly.

steve's pov:

walking out of the gym, you were delighted. hawkins had just won the championship and though, maybe you might be a bit bitter that it was straight after you graduated, it felt amazing. even if you weren't technically part of the school still. you and robin had been laughing at tammy thompson's voice. it hadn't changed since you two were at school with her and she still managed to sound like miss piggy from the muppets.

however, you still had something on the back of your mind. molly.

she said she'd try to be there and she wasn't. you also hadn't seen her at the parking lot after school so you and robin decided to leave, you'd stayed long enough already.

molly was different from everyone and you knew that best. she was one of her own kind and it intrigued you, although you'd never admit it. maybe it was just the fact that you'd never got the chance to ask her out. you'd never even flirted with her.

she made you too nervy to be totally honest.

as you finally got the refreshing breeze of the late night air, you looked around. maybe she wasn't allowed in and waited outside for you.

nope.

then, the school doors flung open. henderson came jumping out, followed by a crowd of older guys, nearer to your age. ugh. the hellfire club. you searched for eddie, the one you disliked the most, truthfully.

wait...

as your eyes found the sight of the ragged punk you also saw a familiar red head. molly? even more surprising, she had her arm around eddie, his arm resting on her shoulders. okay, what the fuck? and just to add to the whole insane picture, 'the cherry on top' you could call it, she was wearing his shirt.

as you saw them walking out together, behind the rest of the club, he kissed her temple.

right.

what the fuck had happened in the last six hours?

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