It's been three months since the fight against the Mind Flayer and its demo-dogs.
The snow that once coated Hawkins has melted into slush, and Valentine's Day sits right around the corner.
Angie ends up with nothing more than a stubborn scar running down her leg and a barely noticeable limp.
The pain fades, but the reminder doesn't.
She still catches herself tracing it absentmindedly sometimes, as if to make sure it's real.
Eddie doesn't ask for details.
Her excuse—that she got bitten by a dog—satisfies him enough.
He's never been one for gory stories anyway.
By January, the teens are back in school.
The air buzzes with gossip, tests, and the kind of hollow normalcy that feels foreign after everything that happened.
But Hawkins High doesn't stop for monsters or trauma—it just keeps rolling.
Tommy and Carol are quick to pounce.
They find her limp hilarious.
"I guess you're, like, paralyzed now," Tommy sneers, slinging his arm around her shoulders.
Angie immediately throws it off. "It's actually called a limp, asshole."
"Whoa, whoa, no need for the aggression," he mocks. "That scar just makes you look even more like a freak."
She stops dead in her tracks, turns slowly, and gives him a venomous smile. "And you standing here annoying me makes you look even more like the desperate virgin you are, Tommy. Now back the fuck off before I ruin your precious reputation."
The hallway falls silent. She shoves him aside and keeps walking, her limp sharp and unapologetic.
"Freak!" he shouts after her.
She doesn't even flinch.
She just turns, pouts mockingly, and yells back, "Virgin!" before disappearing into her classroom.
Jonathon becomes one of her closest friends after that.
He's quiet, not the type to bite back when people push him, but Angie refuses to let the vultures circle.
She doesn't think of it as fighting his battles—more like holding the line until he's ready to fight his own.
Nancy, though... Nancy is different.
She and Angie are oil and water.
Nancy is composed, careful, with a future already mapped out in color-coded notebooks.
Angie is loud, sarcastic, impulsive—her world built out of half-healed scars and mismatched dreams.
They coexist, mostly.
Maybe someday, opposites could attract.
But right now, they just orbit each other, unsure of what to make of the other's gravity.
There's one part of being back at school that digs under Angie's skin more than any scar ever could: Steve "The Hair" Harrington is back to being exactly that.
Gone is the guy who drove her home at sunrise, who made her laugh through pain and fear.
The guy who fought monsters beside her like they were equals.
Now, he's just Steve Harrington again—the golden boy, the basketball star, the one who walks through the halls like November never happened.
It eats at her, the way he looks through her.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
