"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring.
Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." B...
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Hawkins, Indiana
October 1984
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Hawkins High School
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Darian sat near the back, his notebook perched on the desk, his notes filling the lined pages. He was in his third period, already done with school, exhausted, and in need of a fix, candy or weed, he couldn't care less.
"Psss." A soft hisses call out from behind him. Darian turns around and his eyes meet bright blue ones. Billy finally smirks, leaning against his desk, his chest sticking out from his open shirt. Darian wavers briefly, making the smirk on those pink lips broaden.
"What." Darian whispers back. Billy slowly lifts a piece of paper, a small note. Darian rolls his eyes. For a moment he thinks about ignoring him, but he's too curious for his own good and subtly grabs it, his fingers grazing the blonds, their eyes snapping up and connecting with electricity.
Darian pulls back, turning back in his seat. The male opens up his note and the sloppy handwriting of Billy glares back at him.
'You should see your ass from here, you can't even imagine the things I want to do with it, maybe I'll be generous and let you cum.'
The heat that flared in his gut was no joke. He's never been pursued this way, not so bluntly. When they spoke, Billy danced around it, not once breathing the words left on the note.
Darian briefly closed his eyes. He needs a breather. Because everything in that note was fucking tempting. Darian suddenly raises his hand, catching the teacher's attention. "Yes, Mr. Wheeler?"
Billy lifts an eyebrow, looking around anxiously, his fingers curling over the desk. "May I be excused to the bathroom?" Darian asks, he might as well get high, and get rid of the invading thoughts of riding that asshole like a Bronco. He has to admit, it's better than being tormented by memories of the upside-down.
The teacher eyes him before nodding. Quickly, Darian stands, grabs his bag, and bolts out of the room before the teacher can change their mind.
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Darian slams the stall behind him, panting loudly. Yeah, he isn't built for running. Quickly, Darian unzips his bag and he scrambles inside, grabbing a small tin, labeled mints. As he opens it, pills fill the inside. Molly. His saving grace at the moment.
He's done weed in school but never Molly, but he used the last of it in his second period. Billy is getting on his nerves and in his head. He's going to leave and head home. He can't handle this after three sleepless nights.
