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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HE WAS GOOD LOOKING. SHE WOULD GIVE him that much. He had dark brown wavy hair styled in a mullet. His mustache was light above his top lip, and he had a bit of a five o'clock shadow. His blue eyes popped against his tan skin. They were very pretty. But good looks didn't mean a good personality and Casey could sense that from him just by the way he looked at her.
The corner of her mouth lifted into sly smirk, "I could be asking you the same question." She slammed her locker closed and brought her books close to her chest.
His tongue flicked between his lips as a grin stretched across his face, "But I asked you first, Princess."
A hearty laugh escaped Casey's lips, "Do not call me that."
He leaned in close enough for her to smell his cologne on his neck. It took everything not to turn her nose away, "Then what's your name?"
She sighed with a roll of her eyes, retracting back to put some space between them, "Casey Hopper. And you are?"
"Billy Hargrove," he said coyly.
With tongue in cheek, Casey hummed, "Well, Billy Hargrove, it's been a pleasure, but I should be going now."
She stepped around him to head to her next class when, "Can I take you out?"
The teen girl froze and spun on her heels to face him once again, "You just cut right to the point, don't you?" He shrugged, clearly proud of himself, "No offence, but you're not really my type."
"What exactly is your type?" He took a couple meek steps toward her, and she repressed yet another laugh. She imagined this tactic worked on a lot of girls and something told her she's not the only one he's approached today doing this exact same thing. Except she wasn't willing to succumb to his charmingly flirtatious ways.
She waves her hand lightly in front of her, "See you around, Billy." Strongly turning back around, she struts down the hall internally hoping that would be her last encounter with Billy Hargrove.
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The rest of her day was a bore. She became Nancy and Steve's third wheel since Jonathan went MIA, following them around like a lost puppy dog. No, it wasn't like this all the time. She guessed they were just feeling extra affectionate today. When the final bell rang through the high school, the friends went their separate ways. Casey prepared for her bike ride home taking out the Walkman Hopper got her for Christmas last year. Securing her headphones over her ears, she pressed play and Journey graced her ears. Their Frontier album.
She pedaled fast, trying to be home as close to 3:30 as possible for Eleven's sake. She rolled up with two minutes to spare. A new record. She got her bike over the wire and set it against the railing then stomped up the steps. As she opened the screen door, she curled her hands into a fist and raised it to the wood.
