Hellfire (Eddie Munson x OC)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖

Stella

One more month until the end of senior year. I expect to feel some sort of sadness, based on the fact that my high school years are probably coming to an end, but I just can't. It's not that my high school years haven't been great, but I'm ready to move on and pursue my career in music. Also not to mention there's a certain someone who has made things a lot more difficult then they need to be. I roll my eyes as I picture his annoying face in my mind. I feel like his favorite thing is to give me and my friends trouble.

I pull myself out of bed and shake his face from my memory for the time being. Thinking about him will put me in a sour mood and I want to have a good day at school today, not that my positive attitude will last very long upon seeing him unfortunately.

I check the time on the clock on my night stand and freak out upon seeing the time. I must have been laying there for longer than I thought. I've already wasted forty-five minutes.

I practically sprint into the bathroom, stubbing my toe on the doorway on the way in and muttering a string of curses. I hop into the shower quickly and don't even waste any time singing like I normally do.

When I get out I try to blowdry my hair but it doesn't even look or feel any different after five minutes. I silently curse my hair genetics because Steve and I both got very thick dark hair from our parents. Instead I just pull it into a quick ponytail and pray that it air dries before I get to school. I'll be sure to ask Steve if we can ride with the windows down today.

I change into my white, green, and gold Hawkins High cheer sweater and my favorite white skirt before heading downstairs to eat breakfast.

Steve is standing in front of the stove with a rag over his shoulder and one hand on his hip. I snort and he turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. "What?"

"Nothing." I smirk. I love that those kids in that friend group of his turned him into a mom. I'm really vibing with this mom phase over his high school douchebag phase.

He frowns at me and turns back around, continuing to cook whatever is in front of him.

I grab my shoes and walk over to the table. "What are you making?" I ask him, sitting down to put my shoes on.

"Breakfast. Here." He says, grabbing a plate from the cupboard and filling it with scrambled eggs and a piece of toast. He walks over and sets it in front of me before making himself a plate.

"Thank you Steve." I tell him, before taking a bite of the food he made me.

Steve really is the best brother. I got really lucky with him. Since my parents are never really around, he practically raised me and never once did her complain about it. I know how much he loves me and I know that when I leave for college it's going to break his heart.

I haven't exactly told him I got accepted into a college halfway across the country yet. When he finds out he'll have a heart attack so I'm trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible.

We finish our food and I head out to Steve's car to wait for him while he finishes fixing his hair. The amount of work that dude puts into his hair is crazy.

As he walks out he catches me looking at him from the front seat and he frowns. He opens up my door and stands there looking at me expectantly.