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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 know the nervous walking" -here comes your man, pixies
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ As Kat trudged through the woods, there were only two things she could focus on: how much her feet hurt, and Steve Harrington.
Why was she actually worried about him? How was she worried about him?
It's normal to worry about someone you hate, right? But then again, a year ago she couldn't have cared less if he fell off the face of the Earth. What changed? Why is she feeling like this?
Steve was leading the group, walking only a few steps ahead of Kat, and the kids were trailing close behind.
"You're positive that was Dart?" Lucas asked disbelievingly.
"Yes," Dustin assured the boy with a nod. "He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt,"
"He was tiny two days ago," Max pointed out.
Kat could hear the eye roll in Dustin's voice. "Well, he's molted three times already," he said, sounding exasperated.
"M—malted?" Steve repeated, his eyebrows furrowing.
This was Kat's turn to roll her eyes. "Molted. It means to shed skin to create room for new growth. Animals like snakes and lizards, they molt," she explained, talking with her hands.
"Alright, smarty-pants," Steve scoffed. Kat wasn't fully able to tell if he was making fun of her, or couldn't care less. It's a pretty thin line.
"Well, when's he gonna molt again?" Max asked.
Dustin shook his head. "It's gotta be soon. When he does, he'll be fully grown, or close to it. And so will his friends."
