Eddie POV
Ugh. The early morning sun hits my face through a crack in the living room blinds, stirring me from my dream. Groggy, I open my eyes, quickly sitting up when I remember why I slept on my couch. She's in there right now. In my Iron Maiden shirt. In my bed. Looking to the door of my bedroom, I feel heat rising in my cheeks at the thought of her laying there on the other side.
I check my watch, 7am. Not my normal wake up time, pretty early for me actually. I'm more used to running out the door with a cigarette in my mouth. I should shower. Oh, but my stuff is in my room... maybe if I'm quiet I won't wake her.
I sneak up to the ajar door, peeking in only for my eyes to bulge. Y/N is laying there hugging my rolled up bedsheet like a koala. Her thick thighs bare to the morning sun and her ass barely covered by my shirt. My Shirt. I feel myself harden at the sight in front of me as she lets out a soft little moan in her sleep. It's every man's dream to have a hot girl wear his shirt to sleep in right? And she's here. In my bed. And we aren't even together. Fuck. Now I really need a shower. I scold myself as I look down at the bulge in my joggers threatening to escape. A cold one. I add as I shuffle forward into the room to grab some clothes, heading to the bathroom to cool off.
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Showered and satiated, I stare into the mirror as I brush my teeth. Hand racking through my wet mop of hair as I try not to think about the hottest girl on the planet, in my shirt on my bed.
Knock Knock.
"Eddie? Are you in there?" There are two timid knocks at the door before Y/N's voice follows. She's up.
I open the door, toothbrush in mouth, towel wrapped around my waist. "I'll be two seconds Sweetheart. Are you okay?" I add tilting my head as I look down at her curvy form. Still wearing just my t-shirt, which clung to her hips in the best way. You're getting distracted Munson. "Do you want some breakfast? We have Honey Comb" She looks up at me, lips curving into a smile as she nods.
"Yeah that would be nice"
"Cool, well, give me a sec and I'll sort it out" I say before softly clicking the bathroom door closed. Scrambling to get my clothes on before heading out to make breakfast.
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I've let Y/N borrow one of my Alice Cooper shirts for the day. It's still a bit big on her but it looks great. I like that only we know it's mine and she'll be wearing it all day. We both hop in my van to drive to school, Y/N rifles through my tapes yet again playing DJ for the ride. I should make her a mix tape.
Arriving, she hops out my van at the entrance to the lot. We agreed it would be less awkward for both of us if no one saw us arrive together. I wave her off with a grin as I drive towards the spaces, content.
It's only when I'm slammed into the back of my own van by some ginger dickhead that my day starts to worsen.
"Who the FUCK do you think you are Munson?" Billy practically spits at me, getting right up in my face, hand fisting the collar of my shirt, immobilizing me against my van.
"Get any closer Hargrove and I'll think you're flirting with me" I try to tease with a wink, as the vein in Billy's forehead pulses, the anger in his face evident.
"Don't play smart with me punk. I saw you leave with Y/N yesterday, what are you doing with MY girl?" He continues, pulling me forward just to push me back hard against the van, the rear handle pressing into my spine.
I tried really hard to hold in the laugh, I swear. "HA!" – "YOUR girl?" I quickly stifle my laugh as he looms closer to me "You've talked to her what? Twice? Sorry to break it to you lover boy but she's not YOUR girl. She's A girl, sure. But yours? Highly doubtful" I should learn not to be so mouthy I note as he lands a punch on my ribs with his ring clad fist. Oof.
"You don't get to think about her, touch her, even breathe in her vicinity anymore. She's MINE, you understand?" his stare bores into my face as I look at him in disbelief.
"You're delusional" I laugh as I'm hit in the ribs again, hard. I might have deserved that one, fool me once and all that.
"If you even think about going to that Halloween party, or go anywhere near her alone again, I'll fucking gut you freak" I swallow hard, feeling my Adam's apple bob against his clenched white knuckles. This idiot is fucking crazy.
"You know just because you act scary doesn't mean you are big boy" I break free of his grasp and shove him back only for him to come back swinging. Catching me in the jaw before I get in my own blow punching him hard in the cheek. He charges me back into the side of my van so hard it leaves a dent. Repeatedly delivering punches to my stomach, winding me, causing me to fall to the ground gasping for breath.
He spits on me, "Learn your fucking place and stay away for my girl" He sneers before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and stalking off towards the school. I lay there, fetal, for a few minutes. No one's really in this part of the parking lot. Although I doubt no one saw, they just don't want to help the freak and get on the bad side of big bad Billy Hargrove, not that he really has a good side.
Fuck. I wince as I pull myself up to sit against the side of my van, breathing deeply. I'm in big trouble here. I can't let him be alone with her, it isn't safe.
Finally, I manage to get back to standing. I light a cigarette and take a breather by my van, waiting for the throbbing in my ribs to calm down before I can make my way into the school.
I wipe the back of my sleeve against my face only to find my lip is bleeding. Damnit Billy you psychotic bastard. I curse as I head into the school to clean up my face. I need to atleast try and appear as though he hasn't managed to knock several shades of shit out of me. Beaten up on a Tuesday morning just isn't a good look on anyone.
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Y/N POV
"Thanks for the ride Eddie" I smile as he waves me off and drives into the parking lot. Turning to walk into the school.
I don't make it very far before I am grabbed and towed away around the corner of the building by a familiar quaffed haired boy. "Good Morning Steve" I greet, rolling my eyes at his judgemental look. Just once I'd like to walk into this building without being grabbed.
"Don't you Good Morning Steve me Y/N... what was that?!" he gestures towards the empty lot behind us. I mock look over my shoulder expecting to see something.
"What was what?"
"You know what! Munson dropped you off at school! What if people SAW?!"
"What IF people saw?" I defiantly repeat, daring him to call Eddie a freak. "Me and Eddie are friends Steve, you're reading into this too much. He gave me a lift to school, big deal" I try to shrug it off turning back towards the entrance.
"He's bad news Y/N, I'm just worried about you"
"We're just friends Steve" I try again, repeating myself. "Am I not allowed to have friends now?" I sigh, looking up at him as his eyes soften slightly.
"No, no it's not that Y/N. He's just got a bad reputation. Look, I'm sorry okay. Truce?" He opens his arms to offer up a hug.
"Truce" I accept as he wraps me up in a Harrington hug "But I get your pudding cup at lunch today" I add, jabbing at his side, causing him to laugh as we head towards our first class.
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