Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Study Date

Eddie's POV
Tuesday, September 10, 1985.

"Mr. Munson, may I speak to you for a moment?" Mr. Clarke asked me quietly, peering down over my desk at the end of class. I cursed under my breath, regretting even showing up to class as I followed him up to his desk.

"What are we doing here?" He sat down on the corner of his desk, looking at me expectantly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. My palms began to sweat at the sight of him looking at me so intensely. Is he coming onto me?

"You've failed the past two tests, and if I'm being truthful, I am not expecting much better from you on the upcoming one, since you hardly pay attention in class. I know it's still early into the term, but I'm concerned." Mr. Clarke began lecturing me. I gripped the strap of my backpack tightly as I fought the urge to roll my eyes. At least he's not trying to make a pass on me. "This is your third time attempting senior year, your third time taking this class, and this is how you're performing so far. Be honest, are you serious about graduating this year? Because if not, why are we wasting each other's time at this point?"

"I am serious," I took a deep breath and averted my eyes, avoiding his disappointed gaze. "It's just...hard."

"Well, you better figure it out soon or you'll be in a tough spot. Listen, Eddie," Mr. Clarke stood up to place a hand on my shoulder. "I want to see you succeed. I really do."

The bell rang and he dismissed me along with the rest of the class. I grabbed my stuff from my desk before stepping out into the hallway. Immediately, my eyes fell upon y/n at her locker. I bit my lip as I watched her rummage through her belongings. She was stunning, even in just a cardigan and jeans. God, those jeans, the way they hugged her ass just made me want to-

"Move it, freak!" A random jock berated me as he bumped into me. I flipped him the bird before making my way down the corridor to y/n's locker. Thinking back to Mr. Clarke's lecture, I knew I needed to get my shit together, and y/n was my only chance at doing so. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I approached her. I assumed we were on good terms after we agreed to be just friends. She'd smiled at me in class and even waved to me in the hallway yesterday, so going to her for help shouldn't be a big deal, but I was still nervous to ask.

"Hey, y/n," I greeted her, leaning against the locker next to hers . She tucked a hair behind her ear and grinned sweetly at me. Her smile sent electricity through me, making my heart beat hard against my ribcage. "How was the rest of your weekend?"

"It was really good, actually. Yours?" Y/n asked as she slid a book into her backpack.

"Great," I lied. It was uneventful, having spent the majority of it with my hand, but that's beside the point. I shoved my hands into my pockets, gearing up for what I approached her for. "Y/n, do you remember the deal we made when you had to write your Hellfire story?" She nodded and I continued. "Well Mr. Clarke's on my ass and I could still really use your help."

"Would you actually show up this time?" She said flatly.

"You went?" I asked lowly. Y/n nodded and my heart sank, feeling guilty for stringing her out like that.

"It's fine, though," Y/n tried to reassure me. "I worked on the Hellfire story the entire time I waited for you and I made front page of the newspaper, so in a way you did me a favor."

"I'm sorry, I swear I'll show up this time," I vowed, placing a hand on her arm. She looked down at my hand on her and I quickly retracted it, a warmth creeping onto my cheeks. "How about tomorrow after school?"

"I have work tomorrow, but I'm free on Thursday. We could meet after Hellfire?" Y/n offered. I nodded in agreement before Steve's huge bobblehead moving down the hallway caught my eye. I quickly said goodbye to y/n before turning on my heel and going further down the hall to my own locker. My fingers quickly twisted the combination and I swung the door open, using it to shield myself as I watched Steve greet y/n at her locker. They talked for a moment before he slung his arm around her shoulders. My blood began to boil at the visual of that cretin touching y/n. I slammed my locker shut, nearly knocking the door off its hinges, before walking out the double doors to the parking lot.