"Hey, how's your cut?" Heather asked Barb, sitting down next to her. She offered Barb a can of beer, but the girl refused by shaking her head.
"It stings, but I'll live," Barb replied, then she sighed, "Nancy told me to go home, I honestly don't understand why she's acting this way."
"Because she likes a boy," Heather let out a small chuckle then rolled her eyes, "Liking someone makes you do weird things."
"Talking from experience?" Barb teased.
"Maybe," Heather smiled, "Had a crush on this one boy in middle school. I used to stare at him all the time during class and I even thought about flunking English so I can see him during after-school tutoring sessions."
"And now?" Barb asked, raising a brow.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you who it was." Heather chuckled, waving her hand in dismissal.
Barb laughed, "Well now I really want to know. Come on, I'll keep it a secret!"
"Alright, fine!" Heather gave in. She took a huge gulp from the can of beer in her hands then took a deep breath, "It's...um...it was Eddie Munson."
Barb's jaw dropped, "No way! No way Heather Henderson, the cheerleader, had a crush on Eddie, the freak, Munson." Then, she gasped, "Do you still do?"
Heather took another drink then shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Holy shit!" Barb exclaimed, laughing.
"You cannot tell a soul!" Heather giggled then raised her hand, offering Barb her pinkie. Barb completed the pinkie promised.
As both girls' laughters died down, Heather rubbed Barb on the shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort, "You know, Nancy's going to be okay. She'll come to her senses soon—and, I know, Steve sucks sometimes but he's a good guy when it comes down to it. They'll be alright."
Barb nodded, looking solemn, "I hope you're right."
"Hey Heather! Got some dry clothes for you!" Steve yelled from inside the house.
Heather jumped at the sound of Steve's voice, "Shit, I'll be right back." She told Barb before heading back inside.
And that was the last time Heather had ever seen Barbara Holland.
• • •
Heather slammed her bedroom door shut before running towards her bed and screaming into her pillow.
Her heart still racing due to almost being arrested, thanks to Steve and his idiot friends. Stupid Steve and his friends had spraypainted a crude message to Nancy Wheeler, which ended up in Jonathan Byers beating Steve's ass. Steve had dragged her to run away with him, Tommy and Carol when the cops came. When they finally lost the cops, she yelled at the three seniors telling them to apologize and to stop being so fucking stupid, but it just resulted in Carol insulting Nancy even more, calling her a slut. She didn't stop there though, she never had a problem showing her dislike of Heather.
"Why don't you just run back home to your daddy, little Miss Perfect?" Then, she gasped, "Oh, wait."
Tommy chuckled then rubbed Heather's shoulder as if to comfort her, "Our condolences."
Heather smacked Tommy's hand off her shoulder. Her breath got caught in her throat. She wanted to beat the stupid smug expressions off their faces so bad, but all she did was give them one last glare before turning on her heel to walk home. Steve stayed silent, sitting on the hood of his car and holding a cold Coca-Cola can to soothe his bloody face.
Heather was about to make some dinner when the doorbell rang. She stood still in the middle of the kitchen trying to decide if she should pretend that no one's home.
"Heather, I know you're home. The kitchen light is on!" Steve yelled from the other side of the door.
Heather rolled her eyes then opened the door, "What do you want?"
Steve pulled an expression that made him look like a puppy that's been kicked, "I'm sorry."
Heather raised a brow, "What?"
"I said I'm sorry," Steve said a little louder, meeting her eyes, "You're right. I was an asshole and you don't need to be friends with someone like me. I'm sorry for the way I treated you and, especially, sorry for letting Tommy and Carol treat you the way they did. You don't have to accept my apology, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry. You're the best friend I've ever had and you didn't deserve to deal with that."
Heather stared at him, "Are you planning on apologizing to Nancy and Jonathan?"
"Yes," Steve nodded without hesitation.
"Alright, let's go," Heather said, grabbing her jacket and heading outside with Steve.
Steve was confused, "Go where?"
"To Jonathan's," Heather said slowly like she was talking to a toddler. She started pushing him towards the car, "I'll accept your apology if they do."
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𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗' 𝚢𝚘𝚞 | eddie munson
أدب الهواة- i was made for lovin' you, baby you were made for lovin' me and i can't get enough of you, baby can you get enough of me? Heather looked up from her stained uniform to see a boy she didn't recognize. She found it odd, he stood out from everyone in...
