The Stevey Harringtons CLUB

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Sapphira Rainilda POV

I didn't mind class that much it was always the lunch breaks that bothered me.
The time I had to see his stupid smug face.

Steve Harrington's hair is as slick back as a dog's wet fur.
His smile which reminds me of a hyena.
His face which reminds me of when my dad forgot to flush the toilet.
Also, let me not forget his personality which reminds me there is a reason for wanting to punch people.

That Steve Harrington is the one I have to see every day of my whole life.

Not even on the weekends can I get a break since we are neighbours.

Steve is the type of child my dad would have wanted.
Popular, Obsessive overlooks, Every insane girl's dream, and most importantly a boy.

Yep, my father wanted a boy and then I came along and I can assure you I am no boy.
My mother kept saying I act like one ever since I kept a mouse as a pet.

I was young and I thought cleaning a mouse would stop it from being dirty and I still think maybe if people cared about them more that they could be pets like hamsters.

I hate hamsters... Not the pet but the fact that people use them to make themselves feel good.
Hamsters are known for going round and round in circles much like my life.

If you didn't realize by now I am at lunch and that is why my thoughts are so negative.

Steve my Kryptonite sits two tables away from me.

 He looks over at me and grins.
I roll my eyes and pay attention to my food.

Suddenly I see the chair beside me move and Steve sits.

"Hey," he says tilting his head.
I ignore him for many reasons.

He's annoying, He's stupid, and He's a fucking sexist womanizer.

"Hey... Saph" he says waving his hand as if I couldn't hear him.
I haven't really spoken to Steve in weeks to annoy him.

Well, that is if yelling and screaming don't count.

We never got along even when we were young he seemed to annoy me.
He pokes my arm and says "Boop"

He does it again "Boop" and again "Boop" and again and again and again and again and again and-

"STOP TOUCHING ME" I shout at him.

He smirks.
"So you can talk," he says.

"Not to you I can't," I say crossing my arms.
"You just did," he says.

I look at him.
This guy is really testing my patience.

"I was wondering do you wanna maybe come over tonight," he says still smirking.
This is a daily thing for Steve.

Ever since we were 15 he would ask me out and I would say no and he asked me every single day since. Except when his family went on holiday for a month.

I did not take that month for granted.

"No Steve I do not and I will never want to ever go out with you," I say tempted to punch his face.
"Who said anything about us going out? I meant staying inside" he says.

I battle the choice of whether I should punch him or not.

Punch or slap?
Kick or knee?
Strangle or suffocate?

If I could I would do them all.

I turn away and thankfully the bell rings and I get up and walk away.
I won't be near him for the rest of the day... Or so I thought.

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