Converse | Eddie Munson x OC x Billy Hargrove

Chapter 4

By the weekend the car had gotten fixed, and Steve had become the most insufferable he'd been yet; I couldn't manage it anymore.

I  kicked the back of the couch, hard enough to jostle Steve awake. He  pretty much flung off of it, but quickly brushed himself off, crossing  his arms and acting cool.

"It's 2 in the afternoon." I chastised dryly.

"Yeah, okay, mom." Steve responded bitterly, his brow creasing at me.

"Listen, Stevie," I grouch, hands on my hips, "You've moped around long enough. It's time to make a decision."

"A decision?" He repeats, mockingly. "What decision do I have, La?"

I  flick a piece of hair from my eyes, fluttering them in agitation. My  lips pucker up, jaw setting. "You either get back with Nancy or get over  it."

"Ok, yeah, thanks, genius." Steve just responds, shaking his head in disbelief.

"No,"  I jab a finger in his direction, stepping closer and kicking an empty  bottle out of my way. "Listen. You've dragged me from party to party.  You show up, you get too drunk to stand, and then I drag your ass all  the way home by the skin on my damn teeth."

He throws a hand up in  the air, the other resting on his hip in the sassy way he always dons.  Before he can speak, I cut him off again.

"Nuh uh. My turn. You ditched Marzi, you left me alone with Billy, I had to kiss Munson- and it's all because Nancy Wheeler sees through your 'bullshit'." I growl.

"I never asked to be your protector, okay?" He snaps, hair bouncing with the aggression.

"Yes!  You literally told me that's what you are!" I laughed in disbelief.  "You've fought off multiple possible boyfriends because that's what you do!"

"I never wanted to be this self-made hero!" Steve shouted.

For  the second time in the past few days, I quiet immediately. He'd never  yelled at me this much in my entire life. Maybe it was the way my lips  snapped shut, or the way I stiffened at the sound. Maybe he just  realized how badly our conversation had gone sour. But whatever it was  that caused it, Steve sighed, shoulders dropping.

I felt bad. I  never should have relied so hard on him. He let me use the car, he  chaperoned all of my parties- whether he wanted to go or not- he beat  multiple jerks into the ground, and scared off others. He even took up  for me when some of my rumors had gone too far, agitating the general  populous. With mom and dad always traveling, I had completely gotten  used to relying on him- for everything.

"I just wanted to get  through high school." Steve continued, this time dejectedly. If I hadn't  known him so well, I would have believed there was something even  deeper to that statement under the surface.

I slide a little closer, hands fitted into my back pockets. "I'm- I'm sorry."

He waves a hand at me. "It's nothing to do with you, La. Listen, I'm sorry I've been skimping out."

"Nah," My shoulders ease, "I'm being pushy."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, innocently, cracking a small smirk. "But I'm also going through some bullshit you don't even known about."

"Well," I hum nonchalantly, checking out my nails. "For whatever it's worth, I think you should talk with Nance."

His  smirk drops, and he stretches his arms above his head nervously. Then,  he begins shaking his hands out, pumping himself up. He lifts his knees  as well, getting his heart moving. "Alright, yeah, you're right. What do  I say?"