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"you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you"
Katarina Henderson knows many things, but there's something she just can't figure out...what Nancy Wheeler sees in Steve Harrington
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two teens hate ea...
"i'm sorry but i'm just thinking of the right words to say" -the promise, when in rome
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ This was not how any teen should be spending their afternoon.
Kat, Dustin, and Steve were wearing yellow dish gloves, carrying metal buckets full of raw meat. The plan was to make a bigger trail, luring Dart down the train tracks and to the abandoned junkyard.
The two boys were talking non-stop about this girl Dustin liked, and Kat couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy. How come he didn't tell her about this girl?
After what felt like hours of watching Steve and Dustin talk about hair and girls, Dustin fell back, now keeping up with Kat's pace. He had the cheesiest smile on his face, the same one he used to have when he'd recount how the party won the new Dungeons and Dragons game.
"Why do you think he's so cool anyways?" she asked the boy, sporadically throwing pieces of meat on the train tracks.
Dustin shrugged, his smile dropping a little. "I don't know...cause he's older, I guess."
"We're basically the same age."
"But he's cool! He gets stuff like that, you know? he could, like, teach me things about girls and what's cool," Dustin said, almost becoming defensive.
It was almost like the jealousy inside of Kat was making her say this. She couldn't control what was coming out of her mouth. "Come on, you can talk to me about that stuff."
Dustin shrugged again, stuttering a bit. "It's different with you, though."
"Different how?"
"You know, Steve's a guy, it's...nice having someone to look up to like that."
She scoffed, the jealousy taking over more of her brain. It hurt, she felt sick to her stomach. "Cause I'm such a terrible role model?"
"No! Kat, come on." His voice was higher now, like he was pleading with her. "There hasn't been an older guy I could talk with. Not since Dad—"
