Hell No || STEDDIE

'King' Steve Harrington

Steve was freezing his ass off, of all the days in the fucking year they had to make outside practice on this one. It was like mid November, a week until Thanksgiving break, and the basketball team was running laps around the football field. They were warming up before coach made them do suicides all practice, this was punishment for the fight that broke out in the locker room the day before.

Steve touched his bruising eye tenderly as he ran, he was in the middle of the group. Not running too fast or too slow, neutral like he was on most things. But not this...

"I heard you've been fucking around with the freak *insert f slur that i am not allowed to reclaim*, so what are you like him now Steve? We can't have captain of the basketball team be queer now can we boys?" One of the guys took a baseball bat from the baseball player's lockers, Steve was backed into a corner by four or five of them, all Seniors and Juniors. The sophomores and freshman were too scared of Steve to participate, so they watched and snickered.

"Back the hell of Rodrigues, all I did was make Jason go to his fucking class." Steve stated, he was trying to hold his ground but the guy with the bat was in the middle and quickly stalking towards him. The other guys were extremely muscular, and Steve watched the way they played on the field during football. They were usually benched during basketball games though, Steve would've laughed at the thought did he not actually fear for his life.

"Oh yeah? And then you stayed in the bathroom and got fucked like a little girl by the freak Munson didn't you? You a little girl now Harrington?" One of the bigger guys laughed, which caused the rest of the locker room to laugh.

"I will bench all of you fuckers i swear to god." Steve growled as he tried to prepare himself for a 4v1, but that only made them laugh harder.

"Like we're gonna win anyways with you as captain. I voted for Billy, by the way." The same guy quipped as the one with the bat kept moving forward. At this point they are deep in the back of the locke room, far from the coach's office or the front door. Steve couldn't run even if he wanted to, but he didn't.

Steve crouched down slightly as the grins on the guys faces widened, a bit of the team also surrounding them to watch. They heard a slow rhythmic clapping coming from up front, it grew louder and louder as the guys stopped their advancements to turn and look at who was coming.

Steve was tempted to use this moment to get the hell away, but he wasn't a baby like his father said. He was a man, and real men didn't back away from fights.

Billy was the one who appeared at the end of the long wall of lockers, he was grinning from ear to ear and his hair was wet. He had shorts on but no shirt and a towel around his neck, he had just come from the showers. Steve didnt know wether he should be relieved or terrified.

"Cute little show boys, but run along now. I'm just about done with your mommies, they should be here to pick you up in a bit." Steve stifled a laugh at the joke, Billy had already fucked two of their moms and he knew they were sour about it.

"Oh fuck you Billy." The one with the bat ran at him, but Billy caught the top of it with his hand and stopped it before the kid could strike it down. That was the beginning, two of the guys ran at Steve and surprisingly enough he was able to hold his own. The other ran at Billy and Steve could hear Billy's laughs ringing throughout the locker room. One got a good hit in Steve's face and he swore quietly to himself, shoving the junior into the lockers and watching as his head hit the corner. The other one looked between Steve and his friend and tried to throw another bunch, but Steve got him good in the groin and he doubled over.

"No kids for you i guess." Steve let out a breath as he felt the blood trickling from his eyebrow and lip, and when he looked over at Billy there were wayyyy more boys filling in to the locker room.