The new king of Hawkins high- 3

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A/n: By the way this takes place like right b4 starcourt I just changed the times of when Steve and Nancy dated.

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I opened my eyes, slowly remembering what happens last night

I looked over to my left to see a sleepy, Steve harrington with his arms around me.

"Shit! We have school!"

"Steve! Steve wake up!"

I start shaking him violently

"I ugh"

He slurs his words

"Steve we gotta go to school!"

He heard the word 'school' and shot up

"Shit!"

He hopped out of bed, finding his clothes for the day

"Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Yeah"

He passes her his basketball hoodie that has his name on it.

"Well, this is a good way to tell people were dating"

He laughed

The both of you did your hair, then ran to his car.

"Hop in"

The both of you high tail it to school.

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"Everything will be okay y/n! You've got this!"

"Yeah, okay"

He got out of the car, then opened the door for me.

We walked into the school, hand in hand.

Catching everyone's attention in the process.

Nancy sees and turns to Jonathan

"You owe me 20 bucks, byers!"

She teases

"Damnit! Your always right"

I laugh at their interaction

Steve walks me to my locker, he's going on about Dustin, and everything he's been telling him.

"I mean you know my brother, he's crazy"

"That is true"

Steve laughs

"Speaking of my brother and his friends , do you know how will is doing? I haven't talked to Jonathan since that whole situation last year."

"No, I haven't"

He sighed

"I hope he's okay. I mean after everything that happened to him"

"Yeah"

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I was sitting in my history class, zoning out. When the door opened

My teacher turned from the board to see who it was

It was the principal, with a new student.

"Hello Mr Smith, this is the new student from California."

"Hello sir, hello son, what's your name?"

The boy walked in.


Oh


My


Lord

He was beautiful, He had on the tightest blue jeans, with a white tank top with a leather jacket. He had a curly blond mullet, with a curl falling onto his tanned face. His skin, oh his skin. It was a beautiful golden tan brown. If I want with Steve. I'd be throwing myself at him.

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