one day| jonathan byers x reader B1

vi.

the end of the day rolled around rather slowly. all i could think about was going home and how happy i was to be. although i might have to deal with dad, i could always sneak out if needed.

once i pushed open the school doors, i headed towards the parking lot where steve made it our spot to group up. from where i was, i could see everyone standing there. and an additional two others.

nicole and jonathan?

this didn't look right. my walking became slower, confused as to what was going on. i could see jonathan try to walk to his car, before tommy snatched his bag.

"what the fuck?" i started walking again, growing angry by the second. jonathan stood there as tommy passed his bag to steve.

(i just wanna say, jonathan didn't take that picture of nancy in her bra (bc that would obviously defeat the purpose of this book). instead, he just took one of her and steve looking out the window.)🙏🏽

god they're such assholes.

i was still a ways away from the parking lot, but kept walking, pace growing quicker with each step. i saw steve set jonathan's bag on the trunk of his car and pull out what looked to be photos. ones jonathan himself probably made.

all i could think was they better not lay a finger on him.

steve started thumbing through them before handing some to tommy, who didn't hesitate to grab up. steve walked up to jonathan, patting him on his shoulder, before ripping a photo and letting it fall to the ground. he walked back to jonathan's bag, pulling out his camera. jonathan's most prized possession.

my heart sunk.

jonathan went to grab it, but tommy held him back.

"steve!" i yelled, now stomping onto the gravel.
everyone turned back to look at me, before returning to jonathan.

i wasn't too far now, and i could make out what he said, "here you go man." with a smug smile. he wasn't gonna catch it. and steve knew.

"steve, stop it!" i started to run.

jonathan reached out, completely oblivious to steve's game. but he didn't catch it.

he stood there, looking down. devastated. all of them a standing around him, laughing.

i walked up to the scene, stopping in front of the broken camera. "what the hell is wrong with you?" i said sternly.

everyone glanced at me, steve included.

"what's wrong with me? what's wrong with you! don't tell me you're angry." steve huffed, shaking his head.

"you think this is funny? you think- what, it's a game?" i looked up. "all of you. seriously?"

"you think you would've been able to save him? save your freak of a crush?" steve spat.

everyone looked at me.

" don't call him that." i said flatly. steve walked over to me with photos in his hand.

"here. he was spying on us." he put them against my chest, harshly. i started looking through them: some of me smiling by the pool, and some walking in. others of carol and tommy. i reached the last photo, putting it on top of the stack.

"probably saving that one for later. fucking perv." steve said. the photo was me pulling down my shorts, revealing my bikini bottom.

my ass looked pretty great.

i smiled at the photo, not thinking it was weird at all. i knew how jonathon thought, and liked to capture moments of people looking their happiest. me in the bikini was odd, yeah, definitely. but i'd give him a chance to explain.

"come on, let's go. the games about to start." steve started walking off.

"just go." i said scoffed, kneeling down to pick up the ripped photo. everyone followed steve, except nancy. she bent down with me and jonathan, picking up a piece.

"what are you doing?" i asked, annoyed. the way she just stood there this whole time irritated me.

she looked up at me, grabbing a handful of pieces, putting them in her bag and mouthed 'sorry'. i shook my head and continued to pick them up. she walked away after steve called for her. i reached for the last piece of photo, not knowing jonathan was going for it.

"oh. i'm sorry." i pulled my hand away. he looked at me and barely smiled.

"it's alright, you didn't have to help. thank you." he said as we stood up.

"you're welcome. better than the shitty football game." i chuckled. "i'd rather hang out with you."

"yeah, me too." he looked down.

"jonathan?" i said looking at him. he looked up and our eyes locked. "yeah?"

"do you wanna hang out, now? i need to tell you something." i looked down.

"everything."