𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎, steve harrington

Chapter 6

Olivia left the Wheelers house after she saw Steve in the garage talking to Nancy. It hurt her heart to see them back together after she thought she was closer with him ever since he came over before the funeral. She was wrong.

The girl stood next to Jonathan in a field of brown grass, at least ten feet away from the stomps Jonathan used to set cans on. Before she left, she put a pocket knife and a lighter in her jacket pocket, prepared for anything that could come for them.

Jonathan held up a gun with both hands, one of his eyes closed shit while the other was focused on the cans in the distance. Olivia had her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets as she watched the taller boy shoot at the cans. Although, the practice didn't pay off since he wasn't able to shoot any of the cans.

"Jonathan?" Olivia muttered to the clearly stressed boy.

"Yeah?"

"Do you need assistance?" She offered jokingly, but the boy only dropped his arms down and let out a soft chuckle. "I'll gladly help you if-"

Jonathan only sighed. "No, you show me how it's done if you think you can do better." He smiled at her before handing her the gun.

"A matter of fact, I can do better." She joked with the Byers brother before aiming at the can. She took a deep breath before pulling the trigger. The bullet shot into the can, leaving a puncture in the side of the aluminum. Her lips formed into a grin as Jonathan raised his eyebrows on utter shock. She held the gun out to him, which he took. Olivia stepped aside again, her hands returning to her pockets.

Although she showed him how to do it, he still missed the cans each time, causing him to groan aggravatingly. "Its okay. It takes time." She reassured him, which only caused him to sigh.

"And did your perfection take practice?" He snarled at the dark-haired girl jokingly.

She shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head. To be honest, she did remember her father teaching her how to shoot a gun when she was twelve, but she didn't remember ever needing to practice. Oddly, it came naturally to her. "Maybe I'll be the one to use the gun if it comes down to it."

Jonathan shook his head before letting out a quiet laugh. The two quickly turned their head once hearing a voice coming from next to them. Olivia held back the urge to roll her eyes when she saw Nancy, but she couldn't stop her smile from falling. She was about to warm up to her after so long but then seeing her with Steve made everything go back to how it was. Olivia hating Nancy for taking her best friend.

"You're supposed to hit the cans, right?" She asked jokingly. Truthfully, Olivia felt bad for continuously mocking him for trying. "I'm aiming for those."

"No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans?" Jonathan replied chipperly, but Olivia could tell he was joking. Nancy walked up to the duo, bandages wrapped around her hands for extra caution, a bat in one hand and a bag in the other.

The light-haired girl threw her stuff besides Olivia's belongings as Jonathan said, "You ever shot a gun before?"

Nancy let out an unbelieved scoff. "Have you met my parents?" Jonathan chuckled softly at her remark before re-loading the bullets into the cylinder.

"Yeah, I haven't shot one since I was ten." Jonathan stated as he studied the bullets. "My dad took me hunting on my birthday. He made me kill a rabbit." It was clear his own very words sent chills down his spine at the thought of reliving his past with his father, which mostly everyone knew wasn't the best.

"A rabbit?" Nancy repeated with question.

"Yeah. I guess he thought it would make me into more of a man or something." Olivia noticed him shake his head lightly, realizing how cruel his father sounded. "I cried for a week."