City & Sunglasses // A Steve Harrington Fanfic

Part II

Tuesday, October 30th

I was woken by a banging sound. I cursed myself under my breath and walked towards the door. I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"What...?" I grumbled, opening the door and blinking my eyes a couple of times.

"We're going to be late. It's either you come with me or you walk three miles. Maybe even double the miles,"

"Dad....!"

I slowly forced myself to wake up and began getting ready. I threw on pants, Converse, a tank top, and a jacket. I brushed my hair and my teeth. I headed downstairs and saw my dad in the kitchen doing something.

"Your mom left late last night to go back to the city. Just wanted you to know that,"

"Okay. Can we just go?"

"Yeah, sure,"

My dad walked to the car and I got into the passenger's side. He began driving, and I stared out of the window like I did the day before. It was one of my habits in the city. The views were my favorite part, but Hawkins did not offer anything. My dad didn't even say anything, but once he pulled up I immediately tried to leave. He stopped me and I glared at him.

"Okay. I'll be in that building, and you'll be over there. If you need anything, just come to me. And...

"Dad. I've got it. I can do this myself,"

I got out of the car and pulled my jacket around me tighter. I was cold and I had picked a horrible choice of clothing for my first day, but I was going to have to deal with it. I began walking towards the High School, trying to get as far away from my dad as possible, when I was almost run over by a speeding black car.

I flipped off the drive and immediately checked to ensure my dad wasn't watching. He couldn't know that I had changed over the last few years. The sweet little girl that he remembered was gone.

"Dumbass..." I muttered.

A denim-wearing blonde got out of the car and looked around. He glanced at me and saluted me. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and kept on walking. I headed into school and headed to the principal's office, or what I thought was the principal's office. I knocked and the woman at the desk looked up at me. She put on a fake smile and her eyes lighted up like it was New Year's.

"Hi,"

"I'm here to get my schedule," I uttered, walking up to her.

"Name?"

"Avery. Avery Clarke,"

"Ohh. Are you Mr. Clarke's daughter? He talks so much about you. He's so happy that you're here,"

"Oh. Goodie..." I sarcastically muttered, mentally face-planted.

Of course, my father would talk about me. His wonderful kid from New York City. his prized possession and the one thing he could brag about. The woman began shuffling through some papers, and I tapped my fingers on the counter. I was too busy to notice that the blonde kid walked up behind me. He put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward.

"And what are you here for?" the woman asked, looking up at the boy.

"To get my schedule," the blonde kid answered.

"Okay. So both of you are new. Name, sir?"

"Billy. Billy Hargrove,"

"You know, you almost ran over me," I muttered, hoping he wouldn't hear but I knew he did. "Hargrove,"

"And you didn't move out of the way. You should've heard the engine. That baby's loud," Billy smirked, glancing at me. "Worked on her myself,"

"I was busy. Trying to live my life without dying,"