Stonathan ❤️

73

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to PandaGoat on ao3

A/N: 73 will be part 1 of PandaGoats story and 74 will be part 2 of PandaGoats story

I let out a grumbling curse as I walked across the school parking lot and through the doubled doors. I was twenty-five minutes late for school because, like an idiot, I had forgotten to set my alarm. Mom had the early shift at work so she'd left early and Will, my younger brother, leaves after me to ride his bike to school. So there no one there to wake me.

Pushing up my backpack strap further up my shoulder, I keep my face cast downward; my brown hair falling past my eyes.

No one was in the halls; all already in class, but keeping my face downward was just a force of habit.

I don't bother with my locker, I just rush towards English.

Pushing open the English room door I am met with darkness and many eyes staring at me. On the white board in front of the room the movie version of the book our class was reading was playing. Feeling the heavy weight of the stares, I look to Ms Caldwell. Seeing her scowl.

"Sorry for being late." I mumble, loud enough for her to hear. Her scowl didn't let up; she kept directing it at me before she turned away towards her laptop screen.

The stares from the students have already lost interest in me and returned back to the movie that was playing. Looking around the classroom, my eyes zeroing on where I usually sat in the second row. It was taken.

Keeping my frustrated sigh to myself, I look over the rest of the room, searching for a seat. When my eyes do finally fall on an empty seat I immediately want to start cursing myself again for being late.

Because the only seat left was next to Steve Harrington.

Making my way towards the back row, I fall back into the seat, dropping my bag beside me. Keeping my eyes trained forward.

It wasn't that I hated him, or that he hated me - as far as I knew. It's just the two he was friends with. Tommy Hastings and his girlfriend Carol Melville always made it their job to harass me whenever we'd walk past each other.

Usually about how poor my family is - about how my Mom works in the General Store.

Those were the times I'd almost lost control and punch Tommy right in his freckled face. Though Steve had never actually said those things he was still friends with them...

It was almost towards the end of the film when I finally look to my right at Steve. He'd raised his arms up in a stretching motion; catching the attention of my eyes.

I feel a pang of insecurity as I see what he is wearing. Black warmup pants and a black short sleeved button down shirt. What would look ridiculous on me; top two buttons undone; short sleeves slightly rolled up, looked casual on him - worked for him. Compared to me, in a oversized plain tan tee and baggy sweatpants . . . let's just say it hit hard.

I try to stop myself; try to stop my eyes . . . try to stop the thoughts that come from it. But I just couldn't. My eyes locked onto his arms as he stretched. The muscles bulging through the short sleeves. My bodies reaction to what I saw had already begun.

I start to turn back around; to put a complete stop on what I was thinking - thoughts I had tried not to think for years, but before I could Steve's brown eyes look to me. Catching me staring at his arms.