Casey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...
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JONATHAN HAD THIS LOOK OF GUILT as he stared at Casey with both hands tucked into his jacket pockets, "Hey."
Casey opened the door a bit wider, but not enough so that he could see inside, "What, uh, what are you doing here?" Her best guess was an apology for the day before. Other than that, she had no clue.
Horror washed over him, and she didn't understand why until he said something, "What happened to your face?" He stepped forward, reaching up toward her but stopped himself midway. Her fingers reached up unconsciously to touch her cheek. She wasn't even thinking about it and cursed herself for being careless.
There was no way she could tell him the truth, so she thought of the best lie possible, "Oh, uh...shelf...fell. It's nothing." That sounded totally and completely convincing.
He narrows his eyes on her, uncertain, but doesn't ask her anymore about it, "Can we talk?"
"Uh..." she takes one look at the eyesore that was her house at the moment, and steps outside shutting the door behind her, "Sure." She sits down on the stairs and Jonathan gives her a face, "House is kind of a mess." He steals a glance up at the door, but unless he had x-ray vision, she didn't know what he was expecting to see. Thankfully, he sits beside her, folding his hands in front of him, "What's up?"
He sighs, and his mouth open and closes a few times before finally speaking, "Yesterday, Nancy came to me. She saw it too. Out by Steve's." "It," as in the scary faceless monster that's obviously terrorizing this town. The one she told him about the day prior and he called her crazy, "Nancy thinks that it took Barb." He takes a photo out of his pocket and passes it to her, "I saw Barb that night by the pool. One second, she was there, the next..."
Casey studies the photo and she sees that vague figure of the creature hidden behind the trees. Stalking just like it had done to her. Only she was lucky enough to get out alive. She shakes her head, "Why...why are you telling me this?" If this was his idea of an apology—it wasn't.
There's a beat, "We wanna find it and we wanna kill it."
"Are you crazy?" The teen girl exclaims, shooting to her feet. Who did he think he was, Buffalo Bill? And I'm sure with someone like little miss princess at his side, they're sure to slay the beast. The boy stares back up at her, completely missing the issue. Casey presses her palms together, "So, let me get this straight. I go to you, tell you almost exactly what Nancy Wheeler tells you. You didn't believe me, but you believed her?"
"Casey..."
"No," she cuts him off. "What did she say that made it sound less crazy? Because she had a photo to back her up? Or let me guess, she bat her eyelashes at you and you crumbled, right?" Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she wasn't being understanding. But what was it about Nancy Wheeler that made all the boys in this stupid town want to do everything for her? First Steve and now Jonathan. She combs her fingers through her hair, "We've been friends for how long now and you took her word over mine?"
