-Y/N's POV-
"HAVE A GOOD DAY SWEETIE! I LOVE YOU!" my mom hollered. I winced and walked with my head down, trying to make myself small so the students and teachers alike wouldn't notice that I was the child of an over-lovingly mother. I ignored her as she was shouting my name to get my attention, but I ran the next few feet into the high school. I deeply regretted leaving my mother hanging, but it was my first day. I couldn't fuck this up.
I went around asking where the main office is for a couple of minutes and someone pointed me in the right direction (after 3 previous tourists). I went through the shiny glass double doors and asked the lady at the front desk for my schedule. She politely obliged and handed me a thin white sheet of paper. Homeroom:Mrs. O'Donnell-Room 403 it read.
Luckily, there was a map on the back of the paper. I glanced down at the paper every few seconds while making my way to homeroom. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around to see who had startled me, and I was greeted with pearly whites and crest-lile, sunken dimples.
"Hey. You must be new. Are you new?". I nodded slowly, confused on whether to run, hide, smile back, or anything else but to look completely awkward. "Well you're in for a treat then. Miss.....?"
He paused after saying 'miss' as a gesture of asking me my name. I blanked for a second and then came to realization of what he was trying to ask.
"Uhm, uh, y/n y/l/n," I finally say, feeling slightly embarrassed of my timing of response.
"Well, y/n," he began. "The name's Harrington. Steven Harrington. But everyone calls me Steve. Nice to meet ya."
"Likewise," I reply with a shy smile plastered across my face.
"Well we should be heading to class soon. The late bell's gonna ring soon. What class are you heading to?" he asks.
"Mrs. O'Donnell's'" I reply.
"Lucky mother-fucking you. I have her for homeroom too. We could walk together if you want."
"Yeah, sure," I agreed. We began walking to Mrs. O'Donnell's' class and after a few minutes, we took our seats. I sat in the middle of two seats beside me. Steve sat in one on the left side of me. The other seat stayed empty.
Steve and I chatted about the latest trends, and music, and how our current president is absolute bullshit for a while until the bell rang for class to begin.
"Alrighty, students. Today, we have a new student joining us at Hawkins High. Y/n, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" she stared at me waiting for a response as I glared back at her with uncertainty.
"I, uh, sure," I say as I arose from my desk and adjusted my skirt as I made my way up front.
"Uh, hi. My name's y/n y/l/n, I'm from New Jersey, and I moved here about a month ago. It's my first day here, obviously, and I hope that you all will adjust to having me around for the rest of the school year."
I stop speaking, waiting to see if they will catch on that I had concluded my speech. I hear loud clapping. I let my eyes search the classroom until I found the source of where-who it was coming from. It was Steve. Then another guy started clapping. Then a girl started clapping. Pretty soon, the whole class was applauding me for my well-said speech. Even Mrs. O'Donnell, who Steve told me was usually a hermit, and could be a total bitch sometimes. I had suggested that maybe she was on her period, and she has probably been moody. But Steve had told me that she had been cranky all. The. Fucking. Time. And besides. She was like 49 years old.
"She's only nice to students on their first day," Steve had told me. "It'll only get worse."
I didn't care though. I took a small, cheesy bow, then returned to my seat, feeling like I was on top of the small world secluded by brick walls, concrete bases, wired fences, desks, chairs, books, binders, etcetera etcetera. The class began to settle down as we began our lesson. I flipped open my notebook and wrote Social Studies, September 3rd, 1986. I wrote down main pieces of information in the lesson, taking notes all the while. Suddenly, I felt eyes burning into the side of my head. I turned my head slowly, staring at Steve as he stared me down. Was he judging me? On how I look? I didn't even know why it mattered anyway. I was too busy with my work, trying my hardest to ignore Steve's powerful glare.
-Steve's POV-
My eyes were glued. Like, SUPERglue-glued. I was too busy admiring y/n than being busy with my actual work. I know that I had just met the girl. But there was just something about her that I couldn't quite figure out. Something... Special. I let my eyes waver around her curvaceous frame as I licked my lips. I slapped my palm to the front of my jeans as I felt myself growing hard by the second. That's when y/n's head snapped up from her notebook and turned her head to face me.
"You okay, Steve?" she asked me, her voice soft and innocent. I grunted a bit too loud and some of the kids in the front row turned back to face me to see what was going on. "All good, guys. Just a paper cut. That's all." I popped my ring finger in my mouth to make it seem more believable. Fortunately, it worked, and the front row's occupants returned to their original state. Y/n was still staring at me with concern in her eyes. I wasn't oblivious to the fact that her beautiful doe eyes betrayed her emotions every time. Like earlier, when I was asking her her name and shit, she stood there. Blank. She was nervous, obviously. How could anyone resist my manly charm? More so than being nervous to it? I pondered on these thoughts for a while, and my eyes finally detached from her figure. Fuck. But I have a girlfriend. And I can't cheat on Nancy. It'll break her heart. I'm sinning I'm a goddamn sinner. And if it's wrong to have a crush on a girl you've just met while you're already somebody's boyfriend... I guess you can say that I'm going to hell for it.
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Heh heh, Ladies and Gents,
SLOW DOWN HOTSHOT!
As u all know, Steve has some pretty shitty luck with pulling girls and whatnot In the series. But will this be different? Or another letdown like before? Lmk what y'all think.
Stay positive,
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