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NANCY 'THE SLUT' WHEELER—how original.
It was disgusting. It was rude, and snobby, and it was painted in big, bold letters above the Hawk Cinema for everyone to see.
'Everyone' included those who felt sympathy for the teenage girl and those who laughed and pointed at Nancy as she stood helplessly and completely broken in the middle of the road.
A car honked as it swerved around the trio of high schoolers, a middle-aged man sticking his middle finger out the window as he passed.
Whether he was agitated by their position in the road or if he was simply joining in on the fun of mocking an innocent girl, none of the three knew.
Valentina returned the favor though, having no patience for anyone else today.
She felt totally useless to Nancy but all she wanted was to make her feel better. She knew exactly how it felt to be embarrassed like this—well, not exactly—but she did know that going through it alone almost always made it worse.
She wished someone would not have let her go through it alone. So, she wasn't going to let Nancy.
The streets were now filled with plenty of people, with it being almost 10 o'clock in the morning, meaning that the majority of the town has already witnessed the vandalism that not only stains the marketing box of the theater, but stains the dignity of Nancy Wheeler who stands below it.
Valentina watches quietly as the girl clenches her jaw, scrunching her lips in frustration as tears well up in her sparkling blue eyes.
It's a devastating sight, one that neither the blonde nor Jonathon know how to fix as they look to each other with matching, lost stares.
Voices echo in the gentle breeze, ones not quite as soft as the Autumn air and rather piercing against the ears of their victims.
The three turn toward the sound to see an older couple walking, shamelessly staring at the brunette who has absolutely nothing to do with this situation but is facing the consequences, anyway.
Nancy spins, taking notice of the other strangers who judge her as if they know her life's story. They know nothing about her in reality.
Neither do Valentina and Jonathon, quite frankly, but they know with absolute certainty that Nancy's not the slut she was made out to be.
The sound of laughter rattles in the distance again, coming from the group's right where the street turns into a partially hidden alleyway.
Valentina glances at Nancy as her face goes stoic, but the brunette pays no mind to her two companions as she marches toward the growing volume of obnoxious laughter, Val and Jonathon trailing cautiously behind the furious girl.
"Wait!" the Byers-boy yells, but it's no use to the determined girl. She doesn't stop, or even slow her quick feet, until she's reached the corner of the street and turns to see the culprits, standing amongst each other with her boyfriend among them.
