Hellfire (Eddie Munson x OC Stranger Things Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: The Pep Rally

- 1 year later -

I hate this stupid school.

I can't wait to leave it behind when I graduate. I should've graduated last year but after Munson's antics and my outbursts, I failed to qualify.

The friends I still had after Eddie, all graduated last year, including Steve. However, through Steve, I met Robin, but she's in band so I'm usually alone.

Now I'm sat in the back of Steve's car on the way into school for a 7am pep rally that I fully intend on skipping. But currently, I'm watching Robin and Steve have a conversation about something. Probably his sex life, which is usually the topic of conversation, much to my dismay.

I pull my headphones down and listen in to their conversation, finally ready to be partly human today after the early wakeup call.

"Something about sex with Linda?" Robin asks as she waves her mascara wand around.

"No, I'm talking about Heidi," Steve replies, exasperated.

"Cut me some slack, please. Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. It is 7 in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse."

"Yeah, what Robin said. By the way, you look beautiful, don't let anyone tell you different."

Robin gives me a little smile at my comment before turning back to Steve.

"You're worried about a basketball pep rally? Expect me to believe that?"

"Yeah? So?"

"So we all know what this is about. Okay, I'm not buying that bullshit. This is about Vickie."

"Is this Fast Times Vickie?"

"Absolutely not."

"Yes, it is and you know what else I think-"

"I really don't care."

"I think you've got to stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her, okay? You just gotta be yourself."

"You're literally quoting me to me. You do realise that."

"Well, maybe you need to listen to yourself. You ever think about that, smarty-pants? I listened to you and now look at me. Boom, back in business."

"It's not the same thing."

"Well-"

"Um, you ask out a girl and she says no, big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego's a little bruised. But I ask out the wrong girl, and bam, I'm a town pariah."

"Except she isn't the wrong girl, Robin. Look at the Fast Times evidence," I chime in.

"Yeah, she returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds? People who like boobies, Robin."

"Ew! Gross, don't say boobies."

"Yeah, could've worded that a little better Harrington."