Shot In The Dark - An Eddie Munson & Y/N Story

2 ~ "No. But, thanks."

- Eddie POV -
Seated at the head of my usual table of misfits, I scan the room relentlessly, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the mystery girl who caught my attention this morning. "Here he goes again..." Gareth mumbles to the rest of the table, watching as his best friend helplessly obsesses over the maiden from the hallway. I snap my attention to Gareth long enough to flick a half eaten pretzel at him before my focus once again becomes fixed on the room around me. "I think I saw her heading toward the parking lot before lunch." Dustin says timidly, his voice almost a whisper while averting his gaze from mine, at fear of being the next victim of an unprovoked pretzel assault, "And you didn't think to mention this 10 wasted minutes ago, Henderson?!" I snapped, throwing my open bag of pretzels into my backpack and storming out of the cafeteria, backpack and lunchbox in hand. My fists pounding against the cafeteria doors as I throw them open. I race through the empty hall, pounding my sneakers into the linoleum as I hurtle towards the front doors of the school, the same doors I watched her walk through this morning.

As I push the doors wide open, running blindly into the parking lot, I spot her car parked a few spaces over from my van. It wasn't a hard car to miss, there aren't many people in town who drive a fucking beautiful classic Chevrolet in scarlet red, and nobody in this shitty school does, apart from her. I straighten my jacket and try to compose myself before I saunter over to her car, trying to look as calm and cool as possible. I slowly approach the car, readying my very best pick-up line and conversational starter pieces, but quickly being rendered stunned when I notice the fucking car is totally empty.

Breathing a defeated sigh, I stomp my dirty sneaker into the ground, growling frustratedly through gritted teeth, my hands clenched behind my head causing the lunchbox to clip the side of my head, adding light injury to my fucking angst. I turn on my heels, looking around the parking lot when I spot a figure, head to toe in black heading into the woods next to the school... it's her. "Where the fuck is she going?" I mumbled as I watches her disappear into the tree line. I wastes no damn time in briskly stomping in the same direction, across the dampened grass and into the shelter of the trees. I keep walking in a familiar direction, following the trail of dainty footprints in the soil and leaves towards the picnic bench in the middle of the wood I visit regularly for sly deals and a quiet smoke from my lunch tin. To my surprise, she's there, sat cross legged atop the bench taking in the quiet surroundings of the woods. Even more to my surprise, she sparked up, she's a fucking toker... just like me.

As I quietly take a few more steps through the dampened leaves towards her, she turns and immediately locks eyes with me. Damn, I'm trapped again. The magnetism of her eyes pulls me back in just like this morning. "Sorry... didn't mean to scare you..." I says, holding my hands up defensively as I continue to walk towards her, she simply rolls her eyes and goes back to her joint. "You didn't. I, uhh, heard you coming..." she groans, closing her eyes as she inhales from her joint, suddenly I'm starting to feel as though I'm a burden to her moment of peace. "You smoke?" she asks, holding the joint toward me, almost as a peace offering for her snippy behaviour, unusually for me, I hesitate before reaching out and taking it from her, "Yeah, how'd you know?" I ask before placing it between my lips and taking a deep inhale and passing it back. "A, uhh, a sixth sense, I guess." she chuckles as she goes back to enjoying her smoke. Maybe getting a little ahead of myself, I sit on the bench seat beside her, looking up at her sitting on the table, my intrigue never wavering as she continues to fulfil my vision of "the perfect girl".

"I'm Eddie, by the way, Eddie-" I start, unable to finish my sentence before she interrupts me, "Munson. I know." she finishes, glancing down at me, those fucking eyes burning into my soul again, passing the joint back to me. "Your 'sixth sense' tell you that too?" I chuckle, surprised that she knows who I am, "Something like that..." she retorts, watching me oddly closely as I take another hit from the joint, burning it down to almost the end. "I'm Y/N... Y/N Baker." she says taking the remnants of the joint from my ring clad hand, our fingers brushing lightly as I pass it back to her.