Basic Instinct [stranger things]

85. Fights

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
FIGHTS

It was the day before Aaron's fifteenth birthday and Aaron was stood on the far end of the ice, a firm hold on his hockey stick as he lightly leaned on it, watching the referee go on and on as he waved his hands frantically.

The blond wasn't really worried, the team were so far up that he doubted they could lose this far into the game.

There was some sort of issue that had the referee furious as he went on and on about something and Aaron decided he was no longer interested in pretending to listen from across the rink.

Instead he turned his head to the side, looking into the stands as he searched for someone in particular. He hadn't had a chance to look earlier, he'd been too occupied with the game at hand.

He didn't even know if she had shown up, but she'd told him she would be there. She'd never missed one of his games, he doubted this would be the first.

Lucas and Steve came to some with her, but she was usually herself. Lucas had his own basketball practice and Steve probably had better things to do than hang around every high school hockey game.

However, Dustin, Mike and Max had yet to willingly show up to a single one. This annoyed Aaron to no extent, seeing as he would have went to any of their games if they had them.

He never brought it up to them but they must have had some sort of an idea about his annoyance.

It didn't take long for him to find her. She was sat in between Lucas and Steve, listening to what Lucas was saying while nodding along.

Aaron held back a smile as he looked at her, she was sat with her jacket on, her hat, scarf and gloves - and she was still shaking from the cold.

"You looking for someone, Harrington?" A taunting voice came from behind him.

Aaron had to refrain himself from rolling his eyes as he turned to face the boy he now absolutely hated. Aaron didn't actually think the boy knew Aaron had such a strong distaste for him, but Aaron didn't care.

Now, usually when the older boy would say something to him, Aaron would say something back.

It had got to the point where Aaron actually had to say something back for the older boy to leave him alone for as much as a single practice.

"Yes." Aaron replied bluntly, a blank expression clearly evident on his face even past the hockey helmet. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Whatever." The older boy muttered, skating over so he was stood next to the blond as he looked out at the stands to try find who he had been looking at.

Aaron looked to him with annoyed eyes, unable to even pretend he could tolerate him.

Aaron absolutely hated Charlie Roberts. Couldn't stand the boy.

It was like the older boy went out of his way to give Aaron a hard time, like he went out of his way to try insult him or try to knock down his confidence.

While Charlie was a senior and Aaron was a freshman, it didn't make the younger boy scared of him. He really wasn't scared of the boy - unlike what some may believe.