Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

What Have I Done to Deserve This?

Y/N POV
Wednesday, August 28th, 1985

It's been three weeks since I moved to Hawkins and things are actually going really well for me. My job is easy, Dad has seemed to settle in well, and Steve, Nancy, and Robin have quickly become good friends of mine. However, if there's one thing I've learned during my time here at Hawkins High, it's that Fred Benson is a massive bitch.

As assistant editor of the school newspaper, Fred has the responsibility of assigning stories for the biweekly issues. It's given him somewhat of a superiority complex,if he didn't have one already. To make matters worse, I'm almost certain he has it out for me. He confirms my suspicions by assigning me a shit story, yet again.

"You want me to write about faculty members' favorite cafeteria menu items?" I complain, looking down at the assignment brief he gave me. "Come on, you can't give me anything else?"

"I don't know, y/n," Fred made a cringing face. "I read your piece in the last issue. It was cute, but it fell flat."

"So, it was shit?" I scoffed. "Is that what you're saying?"

"I mean, you said it, I didn't" Fred shrugged, chuckling bitchily. I had to hold myself back from jumping over the table and strangling him.

"Ah, yes because there's so much for me to say about the faculty parking lot being repaved, right?" I said passive aggressively. I smacked the assignment prompt onto the table, leaning threateningly towards Fred. "Give me literally anything else and I'll show you I can do better."

"Okay, sassy pants," He leaned away, disgusted. He suddenly grinned mischievously as an idea popped into his head. "Tell you what, I'll give you a challenge. I want you to write a story about the Hellfire club."

"Excuse me?" I coughed, choking on my spit. "You want me to write what?"

"It's topical, you know, with the 'satanic panic' and all." Fred retorted smugly, doing air quotes around "satanic panic". He started scribbling onto his notepad.

Doing this story would mean I'd have to spend time with Eddie. I hadn't spoken to him since he drove me home a few weeks ago and I was honestly banking on never speaking to him again. I had thought more about what Nancy and Steve had told me about him and decided to keep my distance. Even though he was nice enough to drive me home that one time, it doesn't mean he's to be trusted. The streak of avoidance was going strong so far and I wasn't planning on breaking it for one of Fred's petty games.

"No way in hell am I getting tangled up with that," I spat harshly. Nancy walked by and I grabbed the sleeve of her blouse, tugging her towards me. "Nance, can you please help me out here?"

Nancy was the chief editor of the paper and had the seniority to override Fred's assignment. She took the assignment brief that Fred had quickly written up and scanned her eyes over it.

"Sorry, y/n," She looked up at me apologetically and handed me the brief. I frowned at her."I think you can handle it."

"Ha," Fred laughed in my face and practically skipped away. I really hope Nancy can afford to bail me out of jail because one of these days I'm gonna snap on that kid.

After newspaper, I pay for my lunch and sit down at the lunch table with Nancy, Steve, and Robin. 

"Hey, we're all going to the movie theater tonight, be there or be square." Steve said to me, stealing a grape off of my lunch tray.

"Well, I most definitely don't want to be square," I replied, as he stole another one of my grapes. I smacked his hand away before he could steal a third. He rubbed his hand, pouting. "Could you give me a ride?"