Steve and Robin in an alternate universe

Mint Chocolate Chip

Robin's POV:

Biking to school with a bleeding knee wasn't easy but I made it with a few minor fainting scares.

The knee wasn't the only bleeding body part I was worried about. My nerves were high and my blood pressure boiling hot but I still entered first period with a "smile".

It started with the usual:
Spitballs on my chair
Gum under my desk
Name calling

But one thing was different this time I was really pissed off by these things not just moody.  Being called "Bucktooth Buckley " wasn't just annoying it was aggravating. The spitballs felt like bullets. Steve Harrington speaking to me was...

Wait holy shit Steve Harrington is talking to me. As I zoned into the real world I heard him ask for what must have been the 3000th "Are you ok?". I finally answered "yeah". Sure he wasn't exactly perfect but something about Steve Harrington changed recently. He broke up with Nancy Wheeler. Good start. He started babysitting. Funny job for such a jock asshole . And he's started being really nice to people in exchange for being bullied himself. Overall he's been really  different. He doesn't even dress the same, he dresses like a dad now or a wanna be cool kid. He quit smoking and fucking eats breath mints. And he weirdly of all notices me now and sometimes feeds me when I haven't had breakfast that day. His bagels are really nice.

I snapped out of thought to realise he was sitting next to me and asking me about my knee. I mumbled "I fell off my bike" to avoid any more bullying. But he replied " yeah I know I gave you the plaster. I froze wait the guy I went into the house of was Steve Harrington full stubble messed up hair and coffee breath was Steve the literal hair Harrington. I just responded with a "oh yeah" but still remained still.

I stiffness was interrupted by a feeling at the bottom of my body a warm feeling but still sorta painful. Caused me to shudder which was noticed by the boy next to me. "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine"

I checked my knee to find the plaster peeled of with a spitball right into the cut. Thank god it was my knee.