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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 not fantastic for Molly. Steve spent the entire morning figuring out how he should reconcile with Nancy and Molly had to sit there and smile for him while still keeping her other friends' secrets for them. What's more is that she had to mentally prepare herself for the results of a terrible decision she made the previous day.
She felt so foolish for allowing herself to be alone with him, though there were far worse places she could be than a public park in the middle of the day... at least she hoped. She didn't go out a lot, especially on weekends, and with all the spies for Hawkins Lab already out and about, who knows what other spies are out on the prowl. She didn't regret helping Max though. If she was friends with Will's group, she must've been a good child, and good children don't deserve to be shouted at or worse.
A little after midday, Molly got ready to head out first for Lincoln Park where she was supposed to meet Billy. Steve, not noticing, continued rambling to her about Nancy.
"So do you think flowers or would that be too much? Or would that not be enough? But I don't wanna come off as desperate-"
Suppressing a groan, she paced back towards Steve, reached her hand out and entered his mind, made him slap himself in the face before exiting his head.
Steve rubbed his cheek with his jaw hanging open, "Why?!"
"I don't know anything about relationship things! What I do know is how to whoop some annoying boy's ass at basketball, and that is what I am going to do now. You're a relationship guy, figure it out."
She tied her shoes, grabbed Steve's basketball and pulled up the hood on her hoodie before heading outside.
˖𖥔 . ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
When she got to Lincoln Park, Molly took a look around. There was no one else around. That was both relieving and worrying. Eh, she'd have a better chance at taking down Billy than other Soviet spies. Let's just hope he doesn't take it that far.
Though he'd never admit it to a soul, Billy had spent the morning in anticipation of his one on one rematch with Molly. Max nearly made him late, the little shit. Good thing she agreed to skate home... But not that it mattered if he was late. He could simply say she was early. God, why did the thought of disappointing her frighten him? It's not like either of them gave a shit about each other. Well, at least that's what he thought until she came up to his car after school. It felt so out of left field, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He knew all this was just the preamble to what she really wanted, and even if it was a little unnecessary, he considered it a win, a sign that he finally wore her down.
