Remember that guy they told you not to worry about?
"𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞."
The Brunette was staring at the sky, admiring the sunset and the beautiful mixture of oranges, purples, and pinks that brighte...
You walked through the hallways of the most stereotypical school. Where your social status mattered more than the A's or B's that allowed you to pass a class. If you didn't stand out, or fit in you were casted out. A freak. Yet, you didn't care enough to put effort in make-up. You didn't care enough to even sit down and ask yourself, does this shirt match with these pants? You had passing grades, you let people cheat off you and even made a buck or two for letting someone have answers to the next Biology test. You considered yourself a outcast and you were fine with it. You shifted yourself through the crowd of teenagers, towards your locker. Reaching up to your lock to twist in your combination and tossed your bag inside, holding the book you needed for you next class closer to your chest. Your eyes lingered over towards a few girls who leered in your direction. leaning closer to their friends to converse and gossip.
You knew what they were talking about, it already sprawled throughout the school like a virus.
You knew exactly, who they were talking about.
The boy's heavy breath hit your skin while your head tilted back as he drug his lips across your neck. Leaving wet and desperate kisses trailing down to your chest. You murmured between breaths for him to continue too arouse you more. His eyes gazed up at you as he left a hickey near your collarbone; only getting sight of your jaw. His closeness moved back up to your face, feeling his nose press against your cheek, before feeling a hand pulling you to look into his eyes. You press your lips against his, receiving a hum of contentment. The kiss deepened to the point both of you were tongue wrestling. The mixture of beer and cigarettes were left in traces as his tongue slid past yours. You moaned; pulling away from the kiss as your back arched down onto the bed. He got hunched down, towering his body over top of yours. He inched his way down to the waistline of your jeans and buttoned them as he pressed his lips against your stomach. You inhaled, sucking in your stomach as the cold feeling of his lips sent goosebumps up your skin.
He grabbed your jeans by the hem, leading his face down towards the insides of your thighs. Planting small kisses as he pulled your jeans off, revealing your underwear. You snaked both your legs out of the skin tight jeans kicking them to the floor for him. You pushed yourself up before pulling his shirt of in a quick and eager manner. You were both drunk and you being drunk was the last idea you had in your mind. But he convinced you to shotgun three beers that night. Every action was semi-consensual on both parts. You knew it was a bad idea, so did he. But at that very moment neither of your emotions didn't matter. The guy moved the milkshakes that sat on the floor to the nightstand before taking a hand full of your thighs and pushing them up as he kissed every inch of your leg. When he reached the inner part of your thigh closest to your core your face turn bright red while watching him. He inched off your panties a tossed them somewhere onto the floor before pushing his face in-between your thighs deeper. You threw your head back at the feeling of his hot breath hit your arousal and his tongue flicking towards your clit. Your legs spasmed every time he reached that sweet spot deep inside you.
You moaned in desperation and bucked your hips against his mouth.
"...Fuck.." You mewled. His lips curled into a smirk after he had made you orgasm. He pulled away licking away your taste and brushing the rest off his arm. He moved back up before planting another kiss onto your mouth. Your hands inched into his scalp of messy hair and tugged at it. He let out a hiss, "Ow.." The boy looked down at you with a grin on his face.
You look up at him with a growing grin on your face.
"Damn..Y/n, I knew you were a freak, but not that type of freak.."
"There's allot that you don't know about me Steve."
Steve.
SLAM, the sound of your locker made you jolt, almost dropping the book you had in your hand. Your head snaps over from the hand that rested against the locker door to Steve. His face contorted with disappointment and embarrassment. You furrowed your brows and tensed your body. "What's your damage Steve?!" You murmured angrily. "You scared the shit out of me." You look down fixing them book in your hands, wrapping your arms around them to have a tighter grasp. Carol and Tommy appeared behind him, Tommy thrusted his hips against Carol, while she mocked the sounds; you and Steve made that one night.
You looked at the two of them in disgust, Steve must of told them. Figures. You roll your eyes, "We need to talk." Steve said sternly. You turned away, "There is nothing to talk about." You started to walk away from the conversation, Steve followed leaving Carol and Tommy behind who were laughing at the two of you. Steve towered your every move. "I'm serious Y/n. What about last nigh-" You interrupted him. "What happened last night? Was a mistake. It shouldn't of happened. I'm not going to talk about feelings, or sort through what happened. Because it happened, I'm NOT your rebound." You looked him dead in the eye.
Steve froze as you rose your voice at him. His eyes shivered as he looked back into yours.
You finally walked away, fast walking to your next class. You sat down in your desk holding back any tears that threatened to run down to your cheeks. Wiping them away with the sleeve of your shirt. God, Nancy would hate you. She probably already does hate you. But confronting her was your last option at the moment. You didn't even know where she was. She wasn't even in the classroom. Your head turned to the empty desk a row and three seats behind you. Where Nancy would sit in English class with you. You wished you could start Halloween all over again. You wished you never babysat Steve at his giant secluded house. God, even the thoughts of last night flooded your head. You could still him whispering how good you felt. You ran your hands over your face, trying to forget anything. Your head was still pounding after the Tylenol you took.
So how did you get into this situation?
That's a good question.
Before Steve, Billy, or even Eddie.
Let's restart from the beginning of 1983.
A/N// The dots are finally connecting aye? Updates to change will continue after I get it fixed up, until then ill be working on By Evening and getting it started up! ;)
