Whilst Angie has been taking a twenty-four-hour nap, Jonathan Byers is losing his mind.
Word spreads fast around Hawkins High — about Angie Munson, about Tommy Hagan and Jason Carver, and about the locker incident.
No one seems to care, not really.
Not the teachers.
Not the students walking past with their noses buried in popularity contests.
The only people who seem to care are Jonathan and Nancy.
Because, as usual, the "freaks" don't matter.
Jonathan paces the front of the school, waiting. Waiting for one person to finally show his face.
When Steve Harrington's BMW pulls up, Jonathan doesn't even hesitate.
"Steve freaking Harrington!" he shouts, storming up before Steve's even out of the car.
Steve blinks, cigarette hanging from his lips. "Whoa, what's with the attitude, Byers?"
"Attitude?" Jonathan laughs — short, bitter. "You have no idea, do you?"
"About what?" Steve flicks the cigarette butt onto the pavement, crushing it under his heel. "Man, I don't even know what you're talking about."
Jonathan's nostrils flare. "I cannot believe you. You're actually serious."
"I am serious! What's your problem?" Steve runs a hand through his hair, the way he always does when he's frustrated. "You just show up screaming at me, and I don't even know why."
Jonathan exhales sharply, his voice shaking with rage. "Do you really not know what happened?"
Steve's brow furrows. "Know what, man? I've been gone for a few days. Coop and I took a little road trip."
"It's February, Steve."
"Yeah? So?"
Jonathan folds his arms. "You really didn't hear? I'm surprised Tommy didn't call you to brag."
Steve grits his teeth. "Brag about what, Byers?"
Jonathan finally spits it out. "Tommy, Jason, and their little crew jumped Angie. Slammed her into a locker. She's got a concussion."
Steve freezes. "What?"
"A couple days ago. Wednesday."
"Son of a—" Steve slams his fists against the hood of his car, the sound echoing through the empty lot. "Those cowards waited until I left to pull that crap."
Jonathan stares at him, trying to piece it together. "What do you mean, waited?"
"They've been giving me crap for months about caring for Angie," Steve mutters.
"But you do care for her."
"Yeah, but—" He stops himself. "Never mind. Was Billy at school that day?"
Jonathan shakes his head. "No. Suspended. Why?"
Steve hesitates, then sighs. "Because Billy and I made a deal."
Flashback – A Week Earlier
The Harrington house smells like cheap beer and cologne.
Music blares from somewhere upstairs— probably another party he didn't want to host but did anyway.
Billy Hargrove leans against the kitchen counter, swirling the last of his drink when Steve walks in.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
