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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THE PAIR WOKE UP WITH AN HOUR to get ready for school. Casey realized too late she had no clothes to wear. Steve tossed her one of his sweatshirts and told her to find a pair of jeans in his mom's closet.
"Does your mom even wear jeans?" Casey asked, wrapped only in a towel, water droplets soaking into the carpet.
With a toothbrush hanging from his mouth and no shirt, the teen girl focused her eyes solely on his. Steve shrugged, his words muffled, "Probably."
"Probably," she mimics, rolling her eyes. She rushes down the hall to his parents room and goes straight for the walk-in closet. Rows of luxurious clothes, jewelry, shoes. They say money can't buy happiness, but damn, wouldn't it be nice to have. Casey got all her clothes from the thrift store downtown, not that she was complaining. None of this was really her style anyway. Before she got too distracted, her eyes scanned the hangers for jeans. And luckily for her, way in the back were a few pairs. All with the tags still on them. She grabbed the smallest looking pair and got dressed right there. They were a little loose in the waist, but they would work for the day. "Thanks, Mrs.Harrington." She whispered as she made a quick exit.
With a few minutes to spare, they got into Steve's car and made a stop at Tina's to get Casey's bike back. It stuck out of the trunk and Casey was worried it might fall out as they drove, but Steve said he'd go a bit slower to be safe. He did not. They got to the highschool five minutes before the first bell. Hopper was already waiting out front for Casey. She was wondering why there weren't as many kids standing outside their cars when they pulled into the parking lot.
"Thanks, Dad."
"No problem, kid. Have a good day, yeah?"
She took her bag, slinging it over her shoulders, "Yeah, you too. Love you."
Steve came up behind her as Hopper got into the driver's side, "See ya, Chief." There were two honks of recognition and he drove off. He still seemed to be in a better mood than last night, so whatever happened, he resolved.
Casey and Steve hurried to their first period, making it to their seats just in time. The hour passed slowly and the teen girl's eyes never left the clock at the front of the classroom. Her fingers tapped along with the big hand moving in a circle. When that final click happened and the shrill of the bell rang through the classroom, everyone was out of their seats. Mr.Welling continued to speak, but no one listened. The guy loved hearing the sound of his own voice.
They stopped at Casey's locker so that she could switch out her books, Steve was leant up against the metal beside her. "Is there something going on between you and Hargrove?" Casey made a face, looking over except Steve wasn't looking at her. His gaze was focused across the hall. She stole a glance over her shoulder to find Billy, talking to another girl, yet staring at her. Annoyed, she exhales, "No, there isn't." Feeling self-conscious, she slams her locker closed and starts walking toward their next class.
