" Sometimes I imagine smashing your head against a wall"
" I didn't know you were one of the kinky ones, sweetheart"
Where Rebecca Jones is trying to keep her life together, when a jerk teen barges in her life and everything suddenly becomes turne...
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∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 28th Oktober, 1984
The slightly dimmed sunlight coming trough the square window with the worn curtains drawn, the cracks allowing path for the morning rays to draw lines around the dark room.
The used bed creaked slightly as Rebecca turned away from the assault to her still closed eyes, a light groan escaping from the back of her throat.
Stretching her hands above her head with a lazy move, her too-big shirt pulling with the motion. The cover knotted in a big mess on the bed, her blonde hair pooling all over her pillow.
However, one look on her barely glowing alarm clock ruined the peaceful moment as she read the time.
7:15
Oh, for fucks sake.
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Rebecca Jones. Or as others say, The Rebecca Jones.
Rebecca Jones, who broke Matthew Williams nose in 9th grade.
The violent and aggressive girl, the rumours claim, that all Hawkins High would rather chew down their own foots than get associated with her.
Rebecca Jones, who's mom works two jobs and sleeps with anyone over eighteen.
Sarah Jones. The one and only person who can drink till two in the morning and still manage to get to work, in a questionable state at least . So it doesn't come as a shock that in the last 3 years she had gotten, and lost more than five jobs already. Considering that in a small town as Hawkins, it's more than enough to get venomous side eyed looks from the wives walking down the street, or the men's arrogant whistles in the slim alleys.
Even after He left them, she made sure that every trace of that he ever existed gets whipped from their lives. No pictures. No letters. Nothing. Not even his old record collection was speared from the wrath of the now single mother of one.
But that obviously didn't stop her to have her weekly new guest spread around their house. The dirty shoes in front of the door or the harsh cologne filling the bathroom every morning, making it impossible to not faint from gas poisoning as one steps in.
The Best Fucking Mom In The World.
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"Earth to Becca, Becca respond, over" Jonathan announced in automatic voice, sarcasm dripping down from his every word.
The trees' brown and yellow colour slowly blurring as her dear friend's car drove by, that only pure faith and duck tape kept together.
"Have you ever considered the possibility that I just simply don't want to have a conversation with you?" She slowly turned her head towards him, the seat supporting the weight of her head. Her eyes fixated on the person driving the car, acting completely oblivious to her sentence.
"As I was saying, I can't drive you home tonight after school" he said while holding the wheel with his slightly bruised hand, that happened from who knows what.
"Did you finally happen to find a potential romantic partner that you wanna marry, have a bunch of kids and grow old together?" Questioned the honey blonde from beside the driver's seat, still staring at him with those hazel eyes, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.
For a beat he said nothing, the silence being to loud to miss even if she wanted to. Only the sound of the engine and the rolling of the wheels interrupting the moment.
"...I'm picking up Will, from the Wheelers" Oh, so I was almost correct, except the potential, considering the Wheeler girl's fancy boyfriend, The Big Steve Harrington, of course.
Ever since the incident with Jonathan's little brother, Will Byers, who went missing and was found supposedly dead at the bottom of the cliff. Ever since the boy's mysterious return, he and his mom have been in constant fear for the boy's safety, and always on edge. Last year, when shit hit the fan, Jonathan and her became distant. No matter what she tried to do, she didn't know how to make him feel better, didn't know how a decent friend would comfort the other. But surprisingly one girl who she only spoke in middle school, got real close to him, in only a matter of days. Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers became inseparable, always whispering, sneaking off to a secluded area.
" I guess that means, I can't skip leg day" Sighed the teen, turning her head toward the window, silently watching the slowly dying leaves fly in the morning, September wind.
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The engine stoped as they parked just outside Hawkins High School, full of teens with ragging hormones and unsupervised STD.
Fantastic.
Another day of school, another day of being trapped in a room for 45 minutes with people she never even spoke to in her life time. She could already imagine the smell of sweat and feet in the girl's locker room, which only an exterminator could help.
She and Jonathan exited the car, the chilly autumn wind licking her cheeks, ruffing her hair lightly, as a maniac speeded in the parking lot across from them, heavy rock music screaming from the radio. A little red headed girl got out angrily from the car, instantly getting on her skate board and leaving the crime scene. Then when Rebecca thought thing couldn't get better, the driver's door opened, revelling a cowboy boot whit denim jeans to match with it. Then the dirty blonde guy fully got out,a mullet hair cut with perfectly shaped curls covering he's symmetrical face. Wearing a denim jacket with a mild bored expression planted on his face. His eyes slowly scanned over his surroundings, like a predator sizing up his prey. His ocean blue eyes meeting hers.
