Hell No || STEDDIE

Eddie 'The Bullied' Munson

(A/N: In my stories, as some of you probably know, canon is very very optional. Billy is not racist and would never call someone a slur in this story, he's not mega abusive either. he's just as intense and crazy tho)

"Oh fuck off." Eddie snapped, trying to back into the bathroom to get away from the guys in letterman's jackets.

"Oh? You would like that wouldn't you. Fucking freak." One spat, shoving Eddie by the shoulders into the swinging door, causing him to sprawl out on the floor of the bathroom. There were three of them, all juniors, all part of the basketball team.

This was Eddie's second senior year, and he was older than these guys. But that didn't matter to them, the fact that they were shoving and punching a 19 year-old while they are only seventeen was funny to them. They wouldn't get into legal trouble if Eddie retaliated, because they are minors and he's an adult. Which fucking sucks for him.

Eddie made to push himself up, but another one of the guys grunted as he put his foot on Eddie's chest and pressed down. Eddie groaned a little, propped up on his elbows trying to retain at least a little bit of his dignity; and he was glad no one was in the hallways to witness this. He would never admit it, but being beat up like this was so goddamn embarrassing.

He tried not to think about his father much, but it was all he could think of in moments like these. His dad would do similar shit to him when he was younger, he tried to "take it like a man" but he couldn't. He wasn't built for battle.

Eddie watched the guys eye's widen, he was so lost in thought he didn't hear the sink going, or the footsteps that followed.

"What the hell are you three doing? Why the fuck are you being dickheads to this girl?" Eddie heard a voice say from behind him, and watched as the guys just backed away and ran out of the bathroom. He let out a sigh and made to stand up, but the guy behind him extended an arm out to him.

"Oh- Shit. Sorry Munson, didn't realize that was you." Eddie took the hand and let himself be pulled up by the King of Hawkins High. Steve gestured to Eddie's hair awkwardly, as if that explained the misunderstanding. Eddie would be lying if he said that was the first time he was mistaken for a girl, though it was usually his height that made them think twice.

Eddie was wearing his hellfire shirt, leather jacket, and his battle vest. Today was campaign day, but he now had a very obvious dirt footprint on his chest. He didn't want to meet the guys looking like a defeated soldier, so he tried brushing at it.

"Let me help you with that." Steve said as he walked back into the bathroom, the door swinging closed.

"You don't have to Harrington, I'm sure you have better things to do than help Eddie 'the freak' Munson." Eddie gestured to himself with a wide swoop of his arms, bending at the waist dramatically to express his point.

"I don't mind, Ms. O'Donnel's class is a total drag anyways." Steve quipped as he pulled paper towels from the dispenser and dampened them
slightly, then handed them all flattened out and neat to Eddie.

"Thanks.. Harrington.." Eddie said in a slightly surprised voice, eyeing Steve. Steve was maybe an inch taller, and more muscular than Eddie was, so he felt his weariness towards the guy was justified.

"Hey, I know people have been assholes to you in the past and stuff, I'll try to keep Jason and his lackeys off your ass but i can't promise anything. He's just a junior though, so i can threaten bench time and he'll stop. Hopefully." Steve had practically rambled, which surprised Eddie because he was always suave and cool with his words, never really seeming like the awkward type.

"Yeah... Yeah okay." Eddie nodded as he spoke, dabbing the dirt off of his otherwise white hellfire shirt. He was facing the mirror which showed the door in its reflection, and he watched as it swung open and almost slammed against the wall.