Raining Hellfire 3

Summer of '85

 The summer after you graduated was meant to be the best time of your life.

You had everything planned out in your head; you'd graduate, go to California, attempt to get custody of your sister, and then move far, far away from everything. But that plan was interrupted when Max surprised you by moving to Hawkins. It was even starting to shred once you fell for Eddie Munson.

Which led to a back-up plan; to graduate with your boyfriend and travel together, take a year away before deciding anything. That plan was pulled to a devastating stop once you broke up.

So, inevitably, you didn't have a plan for after graduation.

Which is how you ended up working as a lifeguard at the Hawkins Community Pool.

"Y/N, you're up next."

Heather's sweet voice snapped you out of your day dream. With a smile, you thanked her and grabbed a towel to head toward your station, whistle swinging against your chest as you walk passed the families enjoying their sunny day at the pool.

Your job wasn't too bad. In all honesty, you thought it would be harder work than it actually was. You spent a month training and yet, no one has ever needed 'saving'. Sometimes you'd get a group of boys pretending to need help but you found that their attention span caused them to bore of their own antics after a few seconds, leading them to go about their day upset that you didn't pay attention to them.

As you climbed up the small ladder and hopped into your seat, you relaxed. You figured you'd gotten lucky with your job choice, especially after hearing Steve complain so much about scooping ice-creams all day in the new mall. There wasn't really anything about this job that you hated.

"Hey, Billy." A girl swooned nearby and you lower your glasses, following the girl's gaze.

As soon as you saw the guy walk out of the pool house, you rolled your eyes, slipping your shades back on and focusing on the pool. For the hundredth time this week, Billy had to make his grand entrance for all his adoring fans. It was almost comical to see all the married mothers swoon at the sight of a younger man with his shirt off. You were just grateful that you had broken out of the Billy Hargrove trance a long time ago.

He had applied for the job around about the same time as you, but it wasn't to spite you. In fact, he looked very surprised when you had showed up for your first day of work, uniform and all. If this had happened a year ago, you would have been in hell everyday knowing that Billy was your colleague. But you both pretty much kept to yourselves, sometimes having a quick conversation in your breaks but other than that, you only ever saw him in between shifts. There wasn't any bad blood between you two anymore.

"Well, hello there."

You brought your gaze down to meet the face behind the rough voice, finding a middle-aged man leaning his hand against the ladder as he gawked up at you. You were already gritting your teeth, too used to the creepy men that would constantly hit on you and Heather.

"Can I help you, sir?" You did your best to be polite, shifting in your seat.

"I just can't seem to imagine how a community pool managed to hire such a beautiful model like yourself."

You resisted the urge to puke.

"Do you need anything?" You ask again, fully aware that if you even tried to defend yourself, he would report you and you'd be out of a job.

"Well..." He looked up at you, licking his lips. His hand was dangerously close to your leg now. He inched it a little further before someone pushed it away.

"Excuse me, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" Billy's face looked nice enough but his words were venomous.

"I..." The man squinted his eyes at him before backing away, "I was just leaving, actually."