"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
November 1984
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Basketball Court.
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Both Jamie and Darian were making their way to PE when Darian stopped and he turned to the brunette. "I-I can't do this James, please let's ditch the last period." Darian begs
Jamie chuckles. "What's wrong babe?" Jamie asks. Darian gives her a look, but Jamie is still clueless. Darian groans under his breath. "Please don't make me spell it out for you." Darian begs, it was still coming up blank for the girl. "Hickies weren't the only thing he left me." Darian mumbles
Jamie makes an oh face, soon breaking off into a laugh. "Oh, you slut!" Jamie exclaims in squeaky laughter. Darian rolls his eyes, "I hate you." Darian hisses, and finally, the teen calms down, her lips still spread in a smug happy grin. She absolutely loves this.
"Darian as much as I love you, we're going." Jamie says, making Darian glare. He hates her.
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Every muscle in Darian's body ached. He was in hell.
Jamie seemed to be enjoying it, constantly grabbing him, and stretching his back and legs. Darian wanted to struggle against her grubby hands, but he didn't want to bring attention to himself.
He hates Jamie.
Currently, she was forcing him to bend down and touch his toes. "Looks like someone's staring." Jamie whispers tauntingly. Darian looks between his legs, his eyes meeting Billy's.
Billy seemed completely entranced by Darian's ass, images replaying in the perverted male's mind. He curses himself for his moment of weakness, he couldn't get a hard-on in the middle of P.E
With all his might, Billy turns around, forcing his eyes closed, and taking a few deep breaths. His heart needs to calm down.
Soon the couch calls everyone up for a quick huddle. Jamie and a few others stay behind. Darian rather reluctant makes his way up, he should quit basketball, it's killing him. Especially with the new addition to the team. Billy meets his gaze, locked and hard. He seems determined and ready. He was going to make Darian's life hell. God, why did they have to play this stupid game of shirts vs skins, especially with that blond looking like that?
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With the ball in his possession, he struggles to make his way up the court, his back pushing up against Billy's sweaty chest. "You okay there princess, you look a little worse for wear." Billy teases, pressing his hips against Darian's ass. Darian grits his teeth. Billy smirks, his breath brushing along his throat. "I bet this brings back memories, memories of my dick up your ass." Billy teases, his voice low, only allowing him and Darian to hear.
Darian swallows roughly. This isn't what he needed. Before he can retort, he's shoved to the ground. A blinding pain runs up his spine. Holy fuck. His breath was knocked out of him, quicker than lightening. Billy only smirks and walks off.
Darian struggles to regain his composure. A shadow falls over him. Darian looks up. Steve Harrington stood over him, a look of concern falling over his features. "Are you okay?" Steve asks, reaching over and offering the fallen teen a hand. Darian meets his gaze, and he hesitantly reaches up and takes the help.
Steve Harrington was his long-time crush, they grew up together, they played together but then they fell apart. Steve eventually decided he was too good for all of his old friends and he made new ones. Douchebag ones. Tommy and Carol were a perfect example of that.
Steve was perfect, so it was easy for him to gain the title of king. And in Darian's eyes, he was a perfect boyfriend. But he knew that it would never happen, especially with Steve dating his perfect sister. He would've settled for the role of best friend if he hadn't dumped the second the title king washed over the male's ears.
The two stood close, eyes lingering, before Darian stepped back, clearing his throat. "Ugh, thanks." Darian says "It's no problem." Steve states, shrugging softly, his own heart pounding in his chest.
But things had changed, the upside-down happened, and slowly Steve was humbled. He was changing. He wanted to make amends, with Jamie, Kurt, and Darian. Well, Darian most of all.
"Sorry about Billy, I have no idea what his problem is, but I feel like I need to say sorry." Steve says, but the sorry wasn't about Billy, it was for the pain he caused the teen in the past.
Darian swallows his feelings and he nods. "Yeah it's cool, I'm like 2lbs, it's easy to knock me around." Darian laughs nervously. Steve chuckles. "Yeah." Steve breaths "So are you ready to head back in?" Steve asks "I-I think I'll sit out this round, I need to help Jamie with h-her routine." Darian says, which is complete nonsense. Jamie was in band. The most Darian knows about her trumpet is to blow in it.
Steve nods, his lips twitching up.
Both were completely unaware of Billy's hard glare, his nose flaring in anger. "Hey Harrington! We have a game to play!" Billy announces, startling the two out of their staring contest. His emotions getting the better of him.
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Jamie lifted an amused eyebrow, a smug smirk playing at her lips. "What was that?" Jamie asks "w-what are you talking about?" Darian stutters out, crossing his arms defiantly. Jamie chuckles.
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Steve stares Billy down as he bounces the ball across the court. Billy had his arms out, moving when Steve moved. A smirk played on his lips. His sweaty chest rises and falls. His tongue peeking out.
Steve grunts as he tries to get past the male, only to slam his back against the sweaty male's chest. "Harrington, right?" Billy asks, as if he hadn't already known. Everyone knew Steve. Billy even sought him out every chance he could get.
"I heard you used to run this school." Billy mocks, shoving into him. "That true?" Billy sneers out, he wants to get under the male's skin. "King Steve, they used to call you, huh?" Billy then grins as he lets the next words past his lips. "Then you turned bitch."
Sweaty and annoyed, Steve shoves back into Billy, still bouncing the ball. "Hey, maybe you should just shut up and just play the game." Steve pants, his dark hair plastered to his forehead.
Seconds later, Billy shoves Steve to the ground, exactly in the same way he did to Darian and he grabs the ball, running to the other end of the court, making a whopping noise as he makes his score. Steve had scrambled up from the ground, but he was too late, the couch had blown the whistle.
Steve pants softly and he hunches over. Billy turns around and pants out, his tongue slightly hanging out. Steve narrows his eyes, annoyed. Feeling the loss.
Billy then turns to look at Darian, this time with everyone's eyes on him, but instead of his flirtatious wink, he turns away. Darian knew he shouldn't feel disappointed but he does.
"Steve." A soft voice calls out.
Darian and Steve turn. Nancy stood by the entrance of the gym, her eyes too wide for her face. Darian was the first to look away, sighing out through his nose
