chrissy
I can feel my heart pumping hard as the blood rushes to my head in painful waves. My vision starts to blur and I'm frozen where I stand as my limbs feel stuck and unable to move. I hold my breath in anticipation—
The roar of applause and cheers implode inside the school gym. My big smile remains stuck in what I always felt was an unnatural position, but the beauty queen pageant trophies and cheerleading awards sitting pristinely on the shelves in my room say otherwise.
My squad and I wave our poms as we take our spot at the front of the bleachers as they announce, "Let's hear it for your Tigers!"
The Hawkins High basketball team runs onto the court and the cheers grow louder. At the front of the pack in all his glory is Jason Carver—all-star athlete, honors student, and my boyfriend. Our eyes meet and I force my smile to split even farther across my face. I don't need to turn around to know there are girls swooning in the stands, but I've never been able to bring myself to feel jealous of the attention he gets and I don't know why.
Jason grabs the microphone and shouts, "Good morning Hawkins High!"
As he pumps up the crowd, I take note of how he makes being in the spotlight seem so effortless, like he was born to fill this role. Meanwhile, my heart still beats as fast as the marching drums in the stands at every cheer performance, every party, every dance. Maybe the reason I lack envy when girls try to flirt with Jason is that deep down I'm jealous of him. His perfect family, perfect grades, perfect—
"I have to give a special shout-out to the best and prettiest fans of all time, the Tiger cheer squad!" My gaze shifts back into focus and I straighten my posture as I imagine everyone's attention turning towards me.
Jason takes a step forward and looks deeply into my eyes, "Chrissy... I love you, babe."
My smile wavers as I blow a kiss to him and the crowd swoons. I should feel like the luckiest girl in the room, but I don't. Jason has already moved on to talking about the tragedies Hawkins has faced in the last year, "In dark days like this, we need something to believe in."
The familiar sinking feeling in my stomach creeps up until it feels like I've swallowed a black hole. This isn't good.
eddie
"The devil has come to America."
In a mocking tone, I deepen my voice, "Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned."
I grin at this dumbass Newsweek article knowing the boys are holding on to my every word.
"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even..."
I slam the magazine onto the cafeteria table, "Murder!"
We laugh at the ridiculous notion that behind the scenes of our campaigns, we're somehow messing around with the devil. These so-called high-moral groups have been relentless with their little propaganda lately. I could care less if people think I'm a satanist, they've been calling me a freak since I could speak. Huh, that might actually be a good song lyric...
From the corner of my eye, I see Mike and Dustin walking over with their lunch trays and taking a seat in their usual spots.
"Society has to blame something," Ben shrugs. "We're an easy target."
"Exactly. We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game." I hop onto the table. Come on, Hawkins High is used to me by now.
"But as long as you're into band or science or parties," I sneer at the table of rich snobs nearby who don't hesitate to flip me off. "Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets..."
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Chrissy/Eddie Fanfic
FanfictionAU: What if Chrissy was saved by Eddie that fateful night? They must join Nancy, Steve, and the kids to defeat Vecna and save her from being consumed. Cover is fan art by Ismael González: artstation.com/artwork/g8403G