Complete Certainty | Eddie Munson x Reader

Complete Certainty

There were a lot of things that you were uncertain about.

If Hawkins was truly free from the God awful curse it seemed to be under. If you could make it through your math class without totally losing your mind over the teacher's monotone voice. If the guy who had stood you up on your last 'date' had found out from some other asshole in Hawkins High that you were what they considered "an absolute prude." If you were being totally honest with yourself on whether you actually wanted to go on a date with him or if you were just bored in your tiny town. And practically a mountain of other thoughts and concerns that you had little to know clue about.

But there was one thing that you were absolutely certain about:

Eddie Munson would be the reason you'd combust with anger

It seemed that every single word that came out of his mouth was intended to piss you off. He was, in your eyes, a complete and total slacker, and that was something you couldn't stand. He would always lean over to you in the middle of class, whispering a quiet "you getting any of this shit?" before beginning to doodle all over the margins of your pages. It was bearable, at first, but as the weeks wore on, it became a constant thorn in your side. No only was his drawing in your margins annoying to you, but it was other things, peccadilloes, that wore down your sanity. He would mumble commentary about the lesson just loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough for your teacher, Mr. Nelson, to be able to hear a peep out of him. It drove you crazy that it appeared that he couldn't concentrate for five solid minutes. He would tap rhythms on his desk with the eraser end of his pencil. The staccato sound made you feel like your brain was swimming. It felt like everyday he seemed to come up with news ways of burrowing deep under your skin, and the worst part about it was that he seemed to enjoy doing so.

It was a fairly normal day when everything you'd had to suffer through came to a head. You shuffled into third period, already exhausted from the first classes you'd made it through. You slumped down in your seat, pulling out your notes as well as a couple of writing utensils you needed to make sure your notes were comprehensive. You got yourself settled into your seat, and just as the late bell got ready to ring, he burst through the door. He waltzed over to his seat and sat down, a smug smile adorning his face. You glanced over as he let out a loud sigh. He looked over at you and your eyes met. His smile seemed to grow into more of a smirk. You rolled your eyes and turned your face to the front in attempts to ignore him.

Mr. Nelson clapped his hands in order to get the attention of the rest of the class, who were engrossed in their own conversations. Once everyone finally seemed to be paying attention, he smiled slightly and began to speak. "Thank you, everyone, for finally deciding to at least look like your paying attention." A couple of students snickered at his words. "Now, as we all know, it's about time for midterms to begin." A series of groans rolled throughout the classroom. Mr. Nelson held his hands up in a defensive manner. "Just stating the facts, you guys. I know how your other classes are giving out midterms, trust me I've been teaching for 15 years, and I know that you all must be pretty stressed out. I've decided to change up the way I do midterms. Instead of doing tests, you'll be working in groups of two for the next week. I want you guys to culminate what we've learned so far into something creative. Show me what you know!"

A student seated a few rows in front of you raised his hand. "We picking partners, Nelson?"

"I'll allow you all to pick your own partners, considering this is for a grade. So get up and pick your partners, might as well start now and get this off your plates."

The rest of the class shot up from their seats, quickly finding a friend or someone they knew would do most of the work on the project. Unfortunately for you, you weren't able to navigate the scuffle as fast as the other students. You looked around, trying your absolute hardest to find someone you'd actually want to work with for the next week. You came up completely empty handed. Until you looked back towards your own seat. Eddie was leaning back in his chair, seemingly not even looking for a partner to work with. You scanned the room, grimacing when you realized the situation you were currently in. You walked up to him.