𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (Steve Harrington x fem!OC)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

We stood up immediately, and Nancy already walked to the exit.

"Nance! What about Mike? Shouldn't we tell him? We can't just leave El and the boys here!" I yell after her in the parking lot.

"They probably won't even notice. We'll be fine, let's go." She urges me as she hops into Jonathan's car, and hum in annoyance, before getting in myself.

We arrive at the police station, and I stay in the car while the two others grab our box of hunting equipment. They get back in and we drive back to Jonathan's house and set up. Jonathan and I both take bats and hammer nails into them.

"Ouch, this would hurt." I smirk.

"That's why we're making them." He responds seriously.

"Jeez, I'm only joking. Sorry." I looked back down.

"Sorry, I'm on edge." He frowned.

"No, no. I get it. With all that's been happening, the pressure on you is crazy." I put my hand on his, earning a smile from Jon, and a chilling glare from Nancy. I immediately removed my hand, stood up, and gave the bat a swing.

"Aw, hell yeah! This is what I'm talking about." Nancy handed me a knife. "Oh, man. How come we all have to do this?" 

"It wouldn't be fair otherwise." Nancy said. I gulped and moved the knife near my hand, taking a deep breath, smelling the gasoline around me.

"Remember . . ." Jon says.

"Straight into Will's room. And . . ." Nancy starts.

I interrupt her. "Don't step on the trap."

"Wait for the yo-yo to move." She nods.

"Then . . . " Jon says as he ignited the lighter in his hands. Nance and I nod together. "All right. You ready?" He asks.

Nancy nods. "Ready." Jonathan then looked over to me, and I gulped and shock my head. He began to count down.

"On three. One, two . . . You don't have to do this . . ."

"Jonathan, stop talking." Nancy said.

"I'm just saying, both of you don't have to . . ."

"Three." Nancy exclaimed. We all brought down our knives and cut open our palms. I hissed in pain.

"Holy shit! Ow!" I shouted, spinning around, freaking out.

We all sat down and Nancy wrapped her and Jonathan's hands, while I wrapped my own, quite poorly. A sound at the door made me jump.

"Did you hear that?" Nance asks. I nod nervously.

"It's just the wind. Don't worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes." Jonathan said to her. I stand and move closer to the door, grabbing one of the bats and keeping it behind my back.

"Speak?" Nance inquires.

"Blink. Think of them as alarms." He answered.

"Is that too tight?" She looked at him, referring to the bandage.

"No, it's fine. Thanks. . . Nancy?" He looked her in the eyes, as if about to confess something.

"Yeah?" She said expectantly, as I looked back at them. My gaze returned to the door, as we heard incessant banging.

"Phew. Last time i checked, Demogorgans don't knock." I laughed.

I familiar voice outside instantly made my smile drop. "Jonathan? Are you there, man? It's Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!" 

"Oh god, not this moron." I walked toward the door. "I got this." They nodded, sort of looking at me weird. I opened the door just a little, without undoing the chain.

"Hi Steve, listen to me." I stared at him.

"Hey. Callie, what . . ." He looked nervous and his face was super beat up.