Don't call me your ex,
Cause I never met you.
Steve Harrington plays a wicked game with Aurora Smith's heart. When Tommy makes a bargain that King Steve can't refuse, his sole purpose becomes stealing Aur...
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It's summer of '83, and Rory's about to have her first kiss. At least, she thinks she is. Steve Harrington stares at her like he's going to kiss her, but then again, he's looked at her like this every time they've met in private for the past month. She feels warm and fuzzy when he looks at her like this, sugar spice and all things nice. It's his first time at her house, his BMW glimmering in the sunlight from where it's parked on the road. He's sat on the grass of her back garden, his blue jeans undoubtedly stained green from the blades. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes twinkling as he watches the sweet girl in front of him talk. His other hand twiddles a daisy he's picked from the greenery. His blue and maroon shirt sits heavenly on his chest, the rise and fall in time of his heartbeat. His eyes watch intently as Aurora rambles about the plant in her hand, dainty muddied fingers pointing down at different sections.
"And this'll flower a little later on in the summer. S'why I like it, when everything else starts dying back it has its time to shine."
He'd be lying if he said he knew anything about plants, or that he'd really taken in any of the words she'd been speaking. He just likes watching her get passionate. Rory gets this dazzle in her eyes, a once dark brown turning honey golden and lips twitching upwards. It's been like that since he pulled up to her house for an impromptu date — he'd driven past, saw her father's car wasn't in the driveway. Away for the weekend, she'd said when he found her digging away at the soil. He can remember now the disbelief on her face, the smile that spread across her lips as she jumped up to greet him. She looks at him like that every time they meet, and over the past month, the meetings had become far more regular. Steve knew girls like Aurora, sweet, tepid, innocent. She needed to be wooed before he could make his moves, and before he could win his newer bet, the secret one, just between him and Tommy.
Take her virginity, or sell me the car.
And he'll be damned if he ever let Tommy touch his prized possession.
"You ever had your nails done?" He asked quietly, bringing the daisy up to his nose. Aurora's eyebrows scrunch as she pats the soil around her freshly-planted flower. Her fingers look so small, he remembers their touch from the moment she had been bold enough to trace his skin.
"No," she answers honestly, palms laying flat on her thighs. "I don't have that kind of money, Steve."
Popular girls get their hair and nails done nearly every other week. He knows that much, because he's paid for half of Taylor's appointments in the time they were together. Despite the niceties of being around Aurora, Steve hadn't forgotten what brought him here in the first place. His little project.
"Let me treat you."
She scoffs, picking at the grass. Steve likes her hair today, long blonde locks tied up by a scrunchie at the top of her head, no doubt to keep it away from all the mud. It's sweet, looks a little messy. Still, it trails down her back in length and curls lightly at the ends.
