THE FREAKS ~ Eddie Munson

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Change Of Scene

Veronica POV

I hid in the closet, my heart pounding as my hand covered over my mouth to muffle the sound of my shaky breathing. My adrenaline was pumping, my legs shaking.

I tensed up as I heard his footsteps, trying my best not to move a muscle.

I held my breath as I listened to the sounds of his footsteps tap against the linoleum floors of Steve's house, preparing myself to sprint.

All of a sudden, the house went silent.

Fuck.

Suddenly, the door to the closet swung open, my eyes going wide as Eddie smirked in achievement. "Gotcha."

I squealed, immediately ducking under his arm which had been positioned on the door frame. He quickly spun around, watching me run away from him with a playful laugh. Eddie then began chasing after me, immediately catching up and grabbing me by my waist, spinning me around before gripping his arms around me tightly so I couldn't get away.

"I can't...breathe." I managed to say, laughter still in my voice.

Eddie looked down at me, a hint of a smile on his face.

"I don't care. You're not getting away." He teased, squeezing me even tighter.

Asshole.

"Eddie." I said hoarsely, Eddie laughing before finally setting me free.

He looked at me for a moment, narrowing his eyes at me jokingly.

"I won by the way."

"Yeah, no shit." I replied, Eddie laughing at my silent ambition. I rolled my eyes jokingly, a smile cracking on my lips as I flopped onto the couch.

"Now what do we do? We've done everything we possibly could." I commented, Eddie raising his eyebrow at me.

I swear on my life if he says anything sexual...

"Well, we could always finish where we left off earlier-" He began with a smirk before I cut him off.

My face turned red, the flashbacks of earlier rushing back to me.

"Absolutely not. I'm scarred." I blurted, putting my hand over my face as I cringed. The thought of that is going to haunt me for fucking life.

Eddie chuckled, putting his hands on his hips and taking a deep breath.

"You're never gonna suck my dick now, huh?" He asked in a humorous tone, shaking his head with a small smirk.

I dramatically shook my head no, the thought of me doing it in the back of my mind.

Pfft. I totally will.

Eddie sighed, propping his foot up on the coffee table. He laughed a bit, looking over at me in defeat.

"Roni, you give me another reason to despise Harrington everyday." He joked, the walkie-talkie next to him suddenly making a static noise.

Both of us went wide eyed, Eddie quickly grabbing it and waiting to see who it could be.

"Eddie...EDDIE?! Over." Dustin yelled into the walkie, Eddie wincing at the feedback. He side eyed the radio, obviously annoyed by Dustin's screaming.

He sighed before pressing the PTT, the annoyance in his voice apparent as he spoke.

"Yes, Dustin?" He asked, waiting impatiently for a reply.