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𝐈 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 I made my way over to the group who were standing with Jonathan Byers, "What's going on?" I asked them

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𝐈 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 I made my way over to the group who were standing with Jonathan Byers, "What's going on?" I asked them. They were flicking through some photos and the Byers boy had a frightened look on his face.

Tommy smirked when he saw me, "Here's the starring lady."

"What?" Nancy questioned when she had made her way over to us.

"This creep was spying on us last night." Carol told me as she flicked through the paper, "He was probably gonna save this one for later."

She handed me one of the printed-out photos as I took it from her. It was a photo of me in my room changing, in only a bra, "What the hell is this?" I scoffed at the boy.

Steve glared at the boy, "See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that's the thing about perverts. It's hardwired into them. You know, they just can't help themselves." The brunette ripped up the photo of me after I handed it to him as he played with Jonathan's jacket. Tommy was laughing in the background. I never liked Jonothan but I didn't think he would ever do something like this. "So, we'll just have to take away his toy."

"Steve," Nancy muttered under her breath but she was ignored.

"No, please, not the camera." He protested. Tommy was quick to hold the boy away from Steve.

"No, wait. Tommy." He stopped his best friend, "It's okay. Here you go, man." He held out the camera to the Byers boy. He had a thankful look on his face until Steve purposely dropped it to the ground.

I smirked at my best friend's actions. That was the least that weirdo deserved, "Come on, let's go. The game is about to start." I told them.

We walked closer to the school doors as Steve threw his arm around my shoulders, "You okay?" He asked. I gave him a small nod in response, "Don't worry, it's all over now." He reassured me as he placed a kiss on the top of my head.

I turned around to notice Nancy picking up the ripped-up pieces as she came after us, "Here." She said as she gave me the pieces of me changing.

I sent the girl a thankful smile as I took them from her. I didn't need anybody else coming across them.

I sat down on the bench with the redhead's legs in my lap as her head was held in Tommy's lap, "So, I told Mr Mundy that the solution of ten plus Y equals blow me." She giggled.

"Bull, if you did that, you'd be in detention right now," I told the girl with a small smile.

"Saturday." She shot back.

I scoffed, "What? I thought we were going out Saturday?"

She ignored my comment as Tommy spoke up, "I bet Mr Mundy is still a virgin."

"Oh, definitely." I agreed. "Maybe you should blow him, Carol. Help your grades a bit."

She slapped me playfully as the Harrington boy spoke up, "Nance, where are you going?"

I brought my head up to notice the brunette girl walking away. She stopped in her tracks when she heard the boy's voice, "I totally forgot. I told my mom I would do something with her."

Steve frowned as she stood from his spot on the floor by the lockers, "What do you mean? The games about to start."

"I'm sorry." She apologised before walking off.

"What's her deal?" I asked the boy.

Tommy smirked, "Maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho."

The Harrington boy rolled his eyes, "Give me a break."

I scoffed, "It's not like he didn't deserve it. What do you expect, Steve? You're dating Miss Perfect. I've told you, she's not right for you."
















































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hello lovelies, how are you all?
very small moments with steve just being protective over naomi, cuties
haven't updated for a few days so i thought i'd publish something
ive been working a longer shift today so i'm so tired but i'm also feeling inspired so i want to write for my new obx fic
have a good night/morning/or wherever in the world you are
xoxo, bails

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