𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

Chapter Four: Well, well, well

-Y/N's POV-

My breath hitched in my throat as he started walking towards the desk beside me. What the hell? Since when? I stared at him as he settled in his seat.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't y/n," he said eyeing me up and down.

"E-Eds?" I asked him nervously.
"No. I'm fucking baby Jesus," he said rolling his eyes.
"Oh my god!" I whisper-shouted. Mr. Mundy was scolding this dude named Scott for having 3 missing assignments since the last break. Eddie opened his arms, welcoming me into a warm hug. I got out of my seat and hugged him so tight, I'm surprised his lungs didn't burst.

"I missed you, Eddie," I said into his shoulder. He awkwardly patted my back and let go of me. "Missed you too, y/l/n."
"Some things never change, do they?" I asked him smiling and going back to my seat. "Guess not," he replied, slightly shrugging.

"How did you recognize me?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows. I almost barely recognized you."

"It's kind of a long story. But since we have a free period, I guess you won't mind, right?" I nodded as he scooted his chair closer to my desk. "Well, before the... passing of your old man, Wayne had gotten ahold of his number. And through Mr. y/l/n, Wayne had gotten closer to your mom. I convinced Wayne to let us move to Hawkins. He scraped up some of his life savings to let us move here, and he has a job at the plant. Y'know. Just to keep us afloat. We live at the Trailer park. Total piece of shit, but it's something, right?"

"Yeah, but how did you recognize me though?" I asked getting slightly impatient.

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there. But anyways, Wayne talked to Ms. y/n, and she came over to our craphole. She showed us a couple of pictures of you now. And I sorta kinda noticed you were the same person in the picture when I got here less than fifteen minutes ago. And that you're really different than what you looked like eight years ago."

I nodded while staring at him, processing all of this. It's not overwhelming. It's just... Strange..?

"So, you wanna tell me how you recognized me?" he asked me. I just shrugged.

"I guess I kind of just... knew. Not to be sappy or anything, but I just noticed your smile. And your eyes. You didn't really change since we were kids. Besides your hair, and that shirt you have on. Like, what the hell is the 'Hellfire Club'?" He chuckled and stared at me.

"Well first off, the Hellfire Club is this, well, club I formed and it has some members, my friends, that I've made when I first got here. I moved here not too long ago, and I was surprised I even made friends here. In the club, we play DnD, A.K.A., Dungeon and Dragons, which so-call has parents and psychologists concerned-"

"Eddie," I said, cutting him off.
"What?"
"You have friends?" I said while smiling widely, dramatically gasping.
"I mean, yeah. Counting you, I guess."
"You guess? Eddie, what the fuck do you mean by that?" I said giggling and slapping his forehead.
"It doesn't matter. Can I finish my story now? Goddamn."
"Mhm. Sure."

"So like I was saying before you rudely interrupted, psychologists say that DnD promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice.... Sodomy-"

"Woah, woah WOAH!" I exclaimed. "How does a game promote sodomy Eds? That's fucking ridiculous. And disgusting."

"I know right? Personally, I think that the psychologists need psychologists. But  about earlier, when you asked me about my hair? I let it grow out, actually. That head shape of mine was pissing me off."

"But I liked your head shape," I said, patting his knee. He placed his hand on top of mine and lifted it off his knee. "Well I didn't. So I call my new hairstyle, 'The Beast'. Matches perfectly with my beastly loner-ness."

"That's not even a real word, Eddie," I said smiling a little.
"Well it is in my vocabulary. You look really good today by the way," he told me.
"Thanks Eddie. You look nice too."
We did our handshake, palms up, fists down, pinky fingers crossed, intertwine the bird. A.KA., lock out middle fingers together and flip off the sky. Or the ceiling. Depends on the location.

"You still remember, y/l/n?" he asked me, smiling widely.
"Of course I did Eds. I was practicing with my cabbage patch doll I found in the attic. Just in case I like, happened to bump into you, or whatever. And were you crying earlier?" That question caught him off guard. I could tell.

"No, I wasn't crying. I just finished sniffing ketamine. Or, Special K. And I didn't want to make it obvious to Mr. whats-his-face that I was doing it on school grounds, so I did it in the van on the way to school. The effect is still going strong so far though. I can take my mind off of fucking school for once while I'm in this state right about now and later."

"Ohh. Since when did you do drugs, Mr. Munson?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"I started when you left. For reasons that can't be explained. Besides. At least I'm not doing crack cocaine, right? I don't want to get on the jet and get hooked."

I nodded emphatically. "Don't turn on me Munson. I'll need you down to earth for a couple of hours tomorrow if you're not still sniffing and snorting, and puffing and shit. We have work to do. Mr. Mundy didn't plan the lesson yesterday, so we have a free period today. But we have a quiz tomorrow. You better be prepared."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be prepared y/l/n. When was I ever not prepared?"
"In sixth grade," I said pointedly.

"Y'know what? Fuck it. I just won't come to school tomorrow. I'll just skip. Like I did in most of seventh grade," he told me rubbing his eyes.

"You better, Munson. This first semester gets us a jump start on our grades. We-you-I can't fuck this up. Capiche?" He nodded at me lazily, and I knew he was barely paying attention. Whatever. Brrrrriiiinnnggggg. Eddie snapped out of his hypnosis and grabbed his stuff. I stuffed my binder and notebook into my backpack and walked out of the door, leaving Eddie to catch up.

"Hey, wait up y/l/n!" I bit back a laugh as he linked his arm through mine.
"I'm glad we got a chance to catch up, Munson," I said staring up at him.

"Likewise, y/l/n. Now I have my number one friend back in my shitty life, right?" I giggled.
"Yeah. You're right." We found out we shared the next period together also. I looked down and checked my schedule's map, as Eddie and I walked side by side with linked arms, on our way to third period.

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HIYA, LADIES AND GENTSSS,

My sister is SO talented. And she's only in 5th grade. (Call me ass crazy if ya wanna) Of course, I helped her with somebody her grammar and spelling, but the whole fucking layout was fucking awesome. Shout-out to Christine!!! <3

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