Chapter Seven
In Search For Dart
NIGHT HAD FALLEN QUICKLY WITH THE NEW NOVEMBER MONTH. All four passengers in the car stared out the windows, not paying attention to the music that blared on the radio, despite its volume.
Dustin and Theodora had been filling Steve in on everything leading up to this exact moment; Dustin with the parts leading up until babysitting, and Theodora over-exaggerating everything that happened whilst she was babysitting. Her descriptions of Dart could make a pretty sick horror movie monster.
But Camila had more on her mind.
Aside from the fact she was missing out on a massive Chemistry assignment due within the next couple of days, she was on edge. One, aliens were real; two, Steve Harrington.
Her eyes darted up to the rear-view mirror.
Only the upper half of Steve's face could be seen. His thick eyebrows furrowed at the new, crazy information; his deep hazel eyes, darkened by the sky around him, stared at the road ahead.
Something in his reflection changed, and it took Camila an agonisingly long time to realise Steve's eyes had flickered to meet hers in the mirror.
In embarrassment and shock, Camila's mouth hung, dropping out of its prior place. With a silent gulp, she closed her mouth and averted her own gaze.
God, he probably thought she was a weirdo. First she gets super drunk at a party and kisses him because her drunken self thought he was Tom Cruise, and now he keeps catching her looking at him. If she were him, she would be creeped out, anyway.
Out of the gloomy wooding, Steve pulled up to his house; large and lit-up. Camila could only dream of setting foot in a place like this. It certainly wasn't any Hamptons house, but for Hawkins? This place looked nice. Modern and recent.
Faces illuminated as Steve opened up the boot of his car, of which everybody was leaning over. He tossed his keys to the headset-clad tween, and began sifting through the contents.
Until he found it: the bat, rusted and bent nails protruding all out of the wood near the top.
His grip found the base, and he tested the way its weight felt in his hand.
"That's sick!" Camila grinned, leaning forward with a hand out to hover near the nails. "Are these real?"
A soft chuckle brushed past Steve's lips, eyes admiring his handmade masterpiece, which he'd DIYed almost a year ago now. "About as real as sliced bread."
From behind them, with her arms folded over her chest, Theodora rose an eyebrow. "Yeah, nails, cool and all..." She began in a mutter. "But why do you just keep that in the boot of your car all casual?"
Grip tightening as he wielded the nail-beat bat, Steve Harrington turned to Theodora. "For times like this."
"And what are times like this?"
Henderson and Harrington shared a glance, one that communicated shared events; ones that had stayed with them far too long. And then Dustin turned to his two babysitters.
"This isn't the first time something like this has happened in Hawkins," Dustin admitted, his expression hard and solemn.
Now, Theodora and Camila shared a glance; this one of confusion and curiosity.
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