Love is a drug - eddie munson x reader

Part 12

Warnings: self harm and drugs

I walked into school, thinking that this was going to just be a casual day, but It wasn't. Eddie and I had made up after about little argument a couple of days ago but Eddie decided to have a few days off school after the whole thing kicked off on Thursday and he apparently had some "dealing" business.

As soon as I stepped into the school, everyone was looking at me. Whisperers we're being said and dirty looks were given to me as I walked past. What the fuck.

I saw Robin at her locker and she was surprisingly one of the only people who weren't staring at me.

"Hey Robin uhm do you know what's going on?"

She turned to me and gave me a fearful look, something bad was going on and I just knew it. "Umm y/n well everyone knows." She looked down nervously, as I walked with her to her class.

"Everyone knows what!" I started to get more impatient as Robin was gazing at all the people who kept whispering and looking at me.

"Jason told everyone that you did well do drugs all the time and your fucking/using Eddie Munson for them. He also told people that your absolutely insane with some kind of stuff that happened months ago at your old school." She whispered. I stopped right outside of her class, starting at her widely. A million things were going through me right now. God I just wanted to kill that son of a bitch Jason. This is the last thing I've wanted. How did Jason even know about all of that? Has Eddie or Steve found out about these rumours?

I slowly walked away from Robin, my body nearly shaking. "Y/n are you okay?" Robin called after me. But I couldn't react. I just walked to my next class, arms folded and trying not to panic.

As I walked into first period, everyone was staring at me. But I just ignored them and went to my seat at the back. Two guys kept on turning around, pretending to snort drugs and giggling. Usually i'd just flip them off but I was still in a state of shock. Cheerleaders and popular girls were giving me dirty looks but I just again ignored him.

First period was already hell, I want sure how I was supposed to get through this day by myself.

Walking to second period, i stopped off at my locker to collect my books. I opened the door to see a massive surprise in there for me. Millions of notes came flying down and I picked half of them up. I read through them and felt absolutely disgusted, I had the urge to throw up on some of them. Usually people describe me as "thick-skinned" but I guess it was the complete opposite right now. As I read through them, they got worse each time.

'Y/n y/l/n shagging Eddie Munson? I mean both of you are freaks'

'Slut'

'Simple Harrington things'

'You can't even pull a normal guy so you use Eddie the freak Munson. Whore'

'It's always the new and mysterious kids with the fucked up lives'

'Hey call me *number*, i have drugs and my parents aren't home'

'I guess you and your brother share the same genes. Fucking anyone you can find for the joy.'

I couldn't do this. I littered all of the notes on the floor, slamming my locker and walking away. A bunch of people were looking at me again, laughing and whispering. God, I hate Highschool.

As I was outside, two little figures were running after me. "Y/n! Y/n!" Two out of breath voices called. I turned around to see Mike and Dustin. God this couldn't get any worse.

"What do you guys want!" I hissed. They trailed along behind me.

"Are all the rumours true? Are you using Eddie for..drugs? Are you and Eddie a thing? Y/n drugs are very bad!"

"No! None of it's true, it's all fake and lies!" I shouted.

"So-" Mike began to say.

"Look im really not in the mood so please just piss off!" I stomped away. Luckily they didn't follow behind.

As soon as I was in the parking lot, I was trying to think to myself about how I was meant to get home. It's not like i could call Steve, finds out that I've relapsed and I'm fucking Eddie. That wouldn't go well.

I walked over to a telephone and quickly dialled a number for a cab. My voice was shaky and my palms getting sweaty. "Look just hurry up!" I shouted, not intentionally.

-

As I got through the door, Steve was sitting on the couch. Just great.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He got up and followed me to my room where I flopped on to the bed.

"I felt really sick, so the nurse let me go home." Steve didn't seem convinced.

"Sorry y/n but i don't believe you." Son of a bitch.

"I'm on my period, okay?" That shut him up.

"Oh okay." Steve said awkwardly as he backed away. "Well me and dad are going out of town tomorrow for a little while. We won't be gone for long I promise. I'll call you when we get there so if you need anything just call us."

"Okay," Was all I was able to say.

After laying on the bed for god knows how long, negative thoughts were scattered all in my head. About how much of a wimp I am for going home. Everyone knows about me, and how I'm apparently "using" Eddie. I couldn't deal with it anymore. Hawkins was supposed to be a fresh start now look where I am now.

I manage to get away from my bed and slowly walk to the bathroom. I grabbed my blade from the back of the cupboard, sitting down against the wall. I lifted up my sleeve to reveal white lines and a couple of red ones. All of the things that everyone was saying earlier popped into my head. "Whore" "freak" "druggie". Was this what Eddie got his whole life? Well, I guess it's my turn, again.

Thinking about all those words, the sharp edge carved a straight line into my flesh. I let out a harsh hiss in reaction to cutting a little deeper than I meant to. Blood started to travel down my wrist as i struggled to find a towel to hold it against. A thin cloth sat on the top of the sink but I struggled to reach. As i tried to grab it, a cup and bottle of soap fell to the ground, causing a loud bang.

"Shit," i mumbled whilst trying not to spill any blood on the floor.

"Y/n are you okay in there?" Steve called from outside.

"Yeah I dropped something, just give me a sec!" I shouted whilst crawling to the sink and grabbing the cloth.

-

I sat at my desk, lines of cocaine right in front of me. Music was blaring from my vinyl so Steve would think that I'm just sitting in here doing the normal. I stared intensely at the white powder, contemplating to snort them or not. It wasn't a secret anymore, everyone knew. I thought Hawkins could be a new start, a place to let go of my last. Eddie Munson, the person who I cared about the most was the reason I'm in this situation right now. If he never invited me to his house and gave me drugs then none of this would happen, and he wasn't here right now when I needed him.

I picked up the cash note and rolled it up. If Hawkins wants a druggie, then let's give them one.