in which the King of Hawkin's High falls for the town 'psycho'
or
where Dallas finally opens up to someone other than her dog
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november 1st 1984.
Dallas arrives late to school the next day, rubbing at her head to try and rid herself of the pain as she sits in Mrs Wilson's room, writing down ideas for the writing competition.
Mrs Wilson places a bottle of pain relief tablets on the desk and raises a brow, "Stress headache?"
"Hangover."
She laughs, thinking the girl is joking then straightens up, "Hang on, Dallas Hopper went to that party I've heard everyone talking about?"
She shrugs her shoulders, "Yeah."
"Good one."
"I'm being serious."
Mrs Wilson takes the bottle back when she's taken two of the pills, "Is that why you were late to my class this morning, walk of shame?"
Dallas rolls her eyes ignoring the comment, "No, I woke up fully clothed in my own bed, thank you."
The teacher stands from her chair walking over to her desk, she peers over her shoulder at the notes she's scribbled down about four different rough ideas so far.
"Is that why you're wearing Steve Harrington's hoodie?"
"That's from last year."
"Hmm."
Mrs Wilson walks back to her desk, perching on the edge as she avoids her burning gaze, "Okay, so I think he took me home, I can't really remember much. I do remember Stevie Nicks."
"Oh, no one forgets Stevie Nicks."
She raises a brow waiting for her to continue on, but she doesn't, "So? What happened?"
"You really want to know what happened to little ol' me?"
"Yes," She says quickly, crossing her arms, " I want to know that you were safe. Dallas, as shocking as it may be to you, I care about you and what happens in your life, so tell me."
She pauses for a moment and then holds her hands up, "If you're not comfortable you don't have to-"
"No," She says quickly shifting in her seat, "No one's ever told me they care about me before."
Mrs Wilson smiles softly, a motherly type smile as Dallas grins back up at her, "I went to that party and uh- Kevin and I, we- it doesn't matter, we got into a disagreement, I had a little too much to drink and Steve ended up taking me home."
"Did he stay?"
"No, I don't think so, when I woke up he was gone."
"But you were wearing his clothes?" She raises a suggestive brow and Dallas blushes looking down. "Have you talked to him today?"
