Your parents decide to relocate after an incident the summer before your freshmen year of high school, one that leaves you irrevocably changed.
But after three years away, you decide to stop running from your demons and return to Hawkins High for y...
"Check THIS shit out," Eddie says, slamming his B- essay on the table, creating a loud bang when his rings collide with the wood, a wide smile on his face.
"Not bad," Garrett says distracted, trying to pack a bowl.
Eddie's smile drops and he's quick to anger. "You're not even fucking looking dude."
"Whaaa-- oh," Garrett says, looking down at the paper, nodding. "Nice, dude."
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Eddie rolls his eyes. "This is the best grade I've gotten...ever."
"I take it you're actually learning something and not just fucking her then," Garrett says. He's seen Eddie at their concerts at The Hideout. All sorts of women go home with him. He was a freak at school, but he was a different freak as a musician.
"Dude," Eddie replies. "She's not like that. I'm not sure what those rumors are you heard about her but she seems cool." He tries not to say too much about you, keeps it nonchalant.
He pauses for a minute, not being able to help himself. "So, what IS the deal with why she left?"
"I told you, man," Garrett sighs out the smoke he'd been holding in. "She was like gang banging or raped or something."
Eddie couldn't even fathom you were someone who was into orgies based on your time together---but I guess everyone has their secrets. He certainly had his. He noticed he didn't like the thought of you sleeping with someone though. Someone's hands gripping your waist. Someone putting their lips to your smooth skin. Someone making you moan out with pleasure. The image was not welcome. He felt a wave of agitation, protectiveness, anger, curiosity.
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"Really solid detail, man," Eddie dead pans. He certainly can't ask you...but he wants to know more about you, what makes you tick, why you don't like to be touched.
"I don't know," Garrett whines, and after a beat says, "Why do you care?"
Eddie takes the bowl roughly away from Garrett, glaring at him. "Because I do, okay?"
"Holy shit, bro...you like her," Garrett smiles slowly, getting higher by the minute.
"Get the fuck out of here. She's a Hawkins High chick," he says a little too quickly. "They're all fucking sheep." He feels bad for calling you a sheep. You were anything but, he was learning. But he wasn't sure what all of this was. It was probably all in his head anyway.
"Good. I thought you were getting soft. Which would actually be a welcome change from you sticking your dick in everything all the time," Garrett beams, proud of himself for the joke, then coughs from the smoke. Deep down Garrett was just jealous. He didn't have women flock to him the way Eddie did at their Corroded Coffin shows.
"Shut up, man," Eddie says. He didn't like thinking about those women unless he was in the moment. Thinking about it made him think about why he did it, and he's not trying to have a therapy lesson in his own head right now. "She's just a tutor. A Hawkins High sheep tutor who is going to be my ticket out of this hell hole of a town so I can be the fucking rock star I want to be." He holds his beer out for Garrett to cheers.
"And stick your dick in women," Garrett adds, clearly unaware of social cues.
"....sure, man, that too," Eddie laughs, shaking his head at Garrett. He didn't see his...escapades...with women the same way Garrett did. Garrett looked up to him for it. For Eddie, it just felt empty. A void he was trying to fill. But he didn't dwell on it much.
Eddie clinks cans with Garrett, but he's thinking about you.
