A fresh start (Eddie x fem y/n reader)

I'm speechless

"That's just weird and awkward.. what a night."

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After what happened on the couch, you just decided on sleeping on the couch through the night since it was already so late. After you had turned of the movie, you almost fell asleep again immediately. And this time you didn't have that extremely weird dream.. yet it was fucking hot. It was fine to dream about someone like that, but you JUST met the guy, and you honestly didn't want to have anything to do with him. You were done with bad influence. But there was something about him, he was intriguing. He was kind of mysterious in a way, which it something you've always been into.

You woke up the next day by yourself which was weird, and you were quick to rub your eyes and check the time. Huh.. it was quite early.. you had a lot of time before school. You didn't even feel tired, your body was sore after sleeping on the couch, but you couldn't complain. So you decided on really making yourself look good today, you wanted confidence, and you knew exactly how to get it.

You put on the Sheer Heart Attack album by Queen, listening to the best song on the album.. Killer Queen. The music was blasted out through your house, you even heard it from the shower. Dancing and singing along in the shower always made you feel extremely powerful, yet awkward somehow. As you got out, you dried yourself off and walked over to your closet. "Okay.. I want a good fucking outfit today. I need some fucking confidence." You say as you try to hype yourself up. The usual outfit consisted of an oversized sweater and dark pants, but of course you had other stuff. You just never really wore it since you always felt insecure in your own body. Which.. first of all.. you always thought that being insecure about your own body was ridiculous. Everyone was different, and every body and person is sexy as fuck in their own way. But even though you meant all of this and said it. You didn't believe it.. especially when it came to your own body. When other people wore clothes they wanted, you always thought they looked fine as fuck, but if you imagined yourself in the same outfit, you'd basically gag.

After using way to much time, you finally found a outfit that went with you vibe for that day. This gorgeous red velvet top at you bought just before you moved to Hawkins, a very short black shirt that showed off all the curves. These red DocMartens and a black oversized leather jacket. As you put it on, you look at yourself in the mirror.

"I look like a whore.. oh fuck it. People will think I'm a whore but who the fuck cares?" You laugh at yourself as you change the record to The Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd. Then you walk back into the bathroom to fix your hair and put on some makeup. You decided on putting on some eyeliner, mascara and this slightly red tinted lipstick that wasn't too much. You check yourself out in the mirror before you head to the bedroom, grabbing the jewellery that you wanted to wear. As you try to put it on yourself you sigh. "This will definitely be a lot easier when I have someone that can help me out." Just as you spoke out loudly you managed to do it. "Oh.. never mind.."

As you walk into the little kitchen you see your cigarette pack laying on the counter. You were a smoker, but you've tried to stop ever since you moved to Hawkins. But today.. you'd been good for so long, one day won't hurt.. right?

You grab the pack and decide on skipping breakfast today, driving early to school so less people would see what car you were driving.

After you'd turn everything off you walked into the car with your backpack, throwing it into the backseat before you turn on the radio, blasting out the song that was playing and singing along as you started to drive. It was Touch Too Much by AC/DC, probably the best album in years. As you drove to school, you shouted out the lyrics, drumming with your fingers on the steering wheel. As you pull up to school you turn the music back down, no need for unwanted attention in this horrible car. If you could even call it a car?

After you had parked your car, you got out, pulling the backpack over your shoulder. You check the time, you had a few minutes before your first class of the day. So.. a smoke then. You pull out a cigarette.. the typical and classical Marlboro Red. It was the best okay?

As you blow out the smoke, you tilt your head back and smile to yourself. Fuck. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before you open your eyes again, looking around at all the kids who started arriving.

"Oh wow. Didn't think you were a smoker." You heard someone say in a very familiar voice behind you, making you jump up and turn around quickly. "Eddie." You say as you blow out the smoke again, dropping the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it and twisting your foot. "That's me honey, you actually remembered my name. I'm proud." He giggles as he walks around the car, leaning against it and looking you up and down. Basically eye fucking you, and that made your stomach turn. Specially after your little dream last night. "You're not being very discreet Eddie." You say as you take a step back from him, you almost wanted to tease him, and you didn't even know what you were doing. You were always called a flirt, because your personality was very flirty and you couldn't help yourself. "I'm not trying to be either, I'm fucking speechless." He smirk deeply before he gently bites his lips, looking back up and into your eyes. "But don't worry, I won't look at you like that if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm not like that okay? I have respect for you women. But women are hot, and I can't help but to acknowledge that. I just want you to know that you look good. Feminism? Like.. women are sexy?"

You laugh as the older boy who really is trying his best, you weren't even offended by what he did. You were used to it, like he said, you're a girl and you get looks all the time. But the fact that he says that he will stop if you want him to. That's hot, and good, best for him.

"Okay Munson.." The bell rings in the distance. "I think we better head to class." God you hoped you weren't going to be in the same class.

"What do you have now?"

"English.."

"Me too! With who?"

"Mr. Bennett.."

"Well then darling.. looks like we're in the same class." Eddie says with a bright smile, and you look down, trying your best to hide that little smile that's forming on your face.

————A small note————

The clothes y/n are wearing!

I hope the chapter is alright! Please comment, I'd love that <3 It was written in a hurry so hope it's not too bad!