Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

First Day

Y/N POV
Monday, August 5th, 1985

My alarm goes off at 7:00am. I groan and roll over to turn it off. My eyes roam up to my calendar on my wall. Monday. My first day at Hawkins High. I grumble at the thought and rub my eyes.

After procrastinating getting up for a while, I dragged myself out of my bed and to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I spit in the sink and checked myself out in the mirror to see what I'd be working with today. Crazy monster hair and an emerging pimple on my chin. Cute. I brushed the knots out of my hair and tried to blow dry it straight, but it was not working with me today. Of course this would happen on my first day. I spent a little while longer on my hair and got it to a good place, only leaving myself a few minutes to spare for my makeup and outfit. I applied a little mascara and foundation to cover my chin zit and winked at myself in the mirror before going back to my room and quickly throwing on a tank top and high waisted jeans.

I looked at the time, 8:05. Shit. I was going to be late. Goddamn hair. I ran down the stairs and practically ripped Dad's arm off as I dragged him to the car, begging him to hurry up before he pulls out onto the road.

"You sure you're okay to walk home from school and to work today?" My dad asked, looking over at me and then back at the road. "Because I can call uncle Christopher-"

"Dad, I've told you four times now, I'll be fine." I sighed, reassuring him. Even if I weren't, I wouldn't want to burden anyone.

"Okay, well I'm going to leave some money in the kitchen for you so you can order a pizza when you get home." Dad said. "I'll be home pretty late from work, so don't wait up for me"

I nodded and looked out the window. I fidgeted with my fingers and took a deep breath, looking at the trees blur by.

"Hey," my dad put a hand on my arm and looked over at me with concerned eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little nervous." I said shakily. I had gone to school with the same people back in Lenora since I was in kindergarten. The thought of having to start new made my stomach churn. I took another deep breath trying to calm myself.

"Y/n, there's no need to be nervous. You're the smartest, nicest kid ever." My dad reassured me. "And I'm totally not just saying that because I'm your dad."

"Wow, thanks, Dad." I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. We finally pulled up to the front lot of the school. Never mind butterflies in my stomach, these were killer bees.

"Knock 'em dead, kid." My dad said and rustled my hair. I groaned and pulled down the visor mirror, trying to smooth down my hair so that an hour's work was not in vain. I hugged him and got out of the car. Here goes nothing.
***

Hawkins High isn't so bad so far, although I could do without everyone not-so-subtly staring at me. Hawkins does not get new students often, so I'm quite the spectacle. It also doesn't help that Steve has insisted on walking me to every single class so I don't get lost. Apparently he's kind of a big deal around here.

"Alright, here we are. Room 103, Pre-Calculus. Smart cookie." Steve giggled and poked my stomach. I rolled my eyes and snatched my schedule back from him. "Damn, cranky. I'll see you after class."

I waved goodbye to him and walked in, scanning the room for an open seat. I decided on one towards the back of the class and sat down as the teacher started his introduction at the front of the class.

"Good morning, students. My name is Mr. Clarke. Welcome to Pre-Calculus. I'd like to start today's lesson by reviewing-" The teacher was cut off by someone abruptly entering the classroom.

"Mr. Munson, we meet again." The teacher said unenthusiastically. "Please come to class on time."

Eddie huffed past him, down the aisle to an open seat. He made eye contact with me and smirked, sitting down next to me. Just my luck. The creepy freak guy is in my class and sitting right next to me. He set his stuff down and looked at me again. I felt his eyes lingering on me as I stared straight ahead, trying to focus on the lesson. What is this guy's problem? I eventually peeked over, glaring at him as I met his eyes, making him look away.