Anastasia Whitmore is a 17 year old Hawkins High student. She used to be the head cheerleader, dating the most popular jock, at the top of the popularity chain herself. That all changed when her world came crumbling down after her parents died in a...
And your voice real low when you're talking to me You're saying something And I'm thinking one thing Your lips when you bite 'em like this
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There was still a lot of lunchtime left, and Robin was nowhere to be found. I didn't particularly want to return to the boys, especially knowing that they'd still be looking for a substitute for Lucas for Hellfire tonight. So instead I decided to walk into the woods.
The weather was pretty nice, aside from a little chilly, but my flannel kept me warm enough. I also took my leather jacket out of my locker before venturing into the forest, so when I reached a good-enough place to sit, I plopped my leather jacket onto the soil and sat on top of it. Thankfully it hasn't rained the past few days, so the soil was dry. I placed my bag in front of me, pulling out my sketchbook and pencil. I opened the book on the page that had the sketch of this area that I started last time I came here.
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With an earphone in one of my ears, and my focus completely on the sketch, I didn't realise that someone snuck up behind me.
"Pretty lady from the table." A raspy voice stated, causing me to pull out my pocket knife and jump to my feet.
"Fuckin hell, Eddie. You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?" I asked, folding my knife back up and stuffing it back into my pocket.
"I could ask you the same thing, except I don't particularly recognise you so I wouldn't know what you like to do in your spare time." He smirked, taking a step closer to where I was yet again sat.
"Wow, I'm hurt. Thought I made enough of a name for myself over the years. But then again with Chrissy being at the top of the Cheer chain, Anastasia Whitmore is a name long forgotten now." I replied, smirking back at him.
"Unbelievable. Holy fuck you've changed. In a good way that is. Glad to see you've left the dark side. Now the only thing left to do is drag you over to the Hellfire side." I huffed as he sat down in front of me. "But you still didn't answer what you're doing over here, all alone."
"Well, I didn't exactly want to be dragged to interview future potentials for your little club, so I came here to draw and sit in peace." I grabbed my sketchbook, placing it on my lap. "You didn't answer what you're doing over here either though, so go ahead."
"I'm meeting someone at the bench in a bit. That's a good drawing by the way." He replied, grabbing my sketchbook out of my lap.
"Eddie, come on, give it back." I said, reaching for the book and failing. He stood up, towering over me even after I stood up. "Really?" I asked, yet again trying to reach the book which he was now holding behind his back. I took a step forward, stretching out my left arm to try and grab it from his right. He was too quick (and tall) as he switched it to his left hand before I could grab it. I looked up at him, contemplating my next move. Hoping to surprise him, I went in to grab the book with my right hand, but he switched it to his right, grabbing my right hand with his left and spinning me around. I was now stood with my back facing him, as he brought the book in front of us. "You know, if you wanted to dance you could've just asked." I said, crossing my arms across my chest."
