EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE | Stranger Things.

XX. Dates and... Tutors?

FRENCH WAS THE WORST SUBJECT TO HAVE SIGNED ONTO. AGAIN.

Daisy had done a lot of mistakes but this was the one she regretted the most and complaining to her assigned counselor did nothing. The entire period she spent trying to sit comfortably but her jeans began digging right into her stomach and it hurt like a bitch. She had no reason to give a nod to French a few months ago when her counselor spoke to her about her classes for next year, giving her suggestions about the classes that would look good on her college application (which made no sense to her considering she still had one more year of high-school left).

The seats were unassigned and that was the only thing she enjoyed about it, getting to sit next to Steve and the two of them passing notes around about random subjects. He had become like her best friend but if anyone ever asked her about it she would deny it completely, the two of them denied it. Even if Steve was the one that first found out about her new car, his smile wide when he saw her all giddy about it, the rants that went on for minutes about how much she adored it.

He always found himself listening intently to her conversations about the new music she had found in her father's office, Steve and Daisy even going as far as to sneak inside and take out the CDs to listen to them. Daisy once joked around about them being schoolgirls whenever he sat there and listened to her talk about the new drama that was unheard of to him, things that were passed around to Daisy in different classes.

Steve and Daisy walked out of class together, the girl yawning and blinking away the sleep that had begun forming in her eyes the second she stepped foot into French. The bell rang a few minutes ago but when you had a class full of bored teenagers everyone hurried to be the first out.

"Your tenth yawn of the day," Steve said, receiving another yawn in return. "Eleventh."

"Since when do you pay attention to how much I yawn?" Daisy said and bumped shoulders with him, laughing when he nearly crashed into another student.

Steve shook his head and regained his spot next to her. "You need to stop doing that."

"Oh, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't do that at least once a day," Daisy smirked and stopped at her locker, bringing her pack to sit atop the inside as she pulled out her French book, placing it inside sloppily.

"You also wouldn't be you without your horrible taste in movies," Steve clicked his tongue and leaned his back against the locker next to her.

Daisy scoffed, "Really? Tell me your top five right now and I bet I have better movies."

"The Shining is in my top five." Steve shrugged with a proud smile.

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Well, Happy Birthday To Me is in my top three so suck it."

"Ouch — are you being forced to be mean to me again?"

"No, I'm just getting back into my old ways," Daisy answered and looked at him. She turned slowly to look at Steve when she saw he was staring at her with narrowed eyes. "Steve. Stop staring at me."

He stood still, feeling her fingers brush against his nose in an attempt to remove his glasses, a smirk crawling up on his lips when she rolled her eyes as he continued staring.

"I'm going to kick you if you don't stop," Daisy warned. He didn't know if he should've actually taken that threat seriously but he only shrugged and the next second he received a kick right to the shin.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to aim there." Daisy helped him up and ignored the looks of passersby. "What? What are you staring at?" She turned back to Steve. "Stop making a scene, Steve."