Wait For Me ~Stranger Things Fanfiction~

Chapter thirty-six:

3rd Person POV:

~November 3rd, 1987~

18-year-old Wendy walked through the crowded high school in irritation, finally making it to her locker to switch out notebooks and textbooks. The locker nearby opened.

"Your brother can't understand plain English," Dustin said as he put textbooks in his locker.

"You're surprised?" Wendy asked. "What did he need this time?"

"Squawk's signal went weird," Dustin sighed.

"Robin piss of the military?" Wendy asked curiously.

"No, it sounds to be the remote radio head," Dustin said. "I told him to just read the manual. He can read that, right?"

Wendy turned to Dustin, the both of them wearing matching knowing faces before a snort escaped their mouths. She noticed the Hellfire Club shirt he wore.

"Again?" She asked knowingly.

"There's no harm in wearing a shirt," Dustin defended as he turned back to his locker.

"I just don't want–"

"What'd I tell you about that shirt, freak?"

Both of their moods soured, hearing Andy and his friend approach them. Since Jason died, Andy took the lead of being captain of the basketball team and captain of the douchebags.

Dustin ignored them as Wendy slammed her locker shut and put the lock back on it.

"Andy asked you a question, freak," Andy's friend said. "You deaf or what?"

Wendy slowly placed her backpack by her feet, watching the interaction carefully.

"For his sake, I hope he is," Andy said, standing next to Dustin, trying to intimidate him. "Because I thought I was pretty damn clear when I said I didn't wanna see you in that shirt."

"Yeah? Well, you also told me to stop screwing your mom," Dustin snarked, making Wendy chuckle. "But that didn't stop me, did it?"

In anger, Andy grabbed Dustin and slammed him against the lockers. Wendy stepped up, Andy's friend reaching out to grab her arm but she easily grabbed his fingers and pulled them back. The boy cried out in pain as Wendy was close to breaking his fingers.

"Touch me again, and I will break your fingers," Wendy threatened as the boy crumbled in pain.

She let him go, the boy cradling his hand.

"Let go," Dustin told Andy.

"Hellfire is over, you hear me?" Andy threatened.

"Let go," Dustin said more firmly, standing taller.

"Or what?" Andy challenged. "What are you gonna do?"

Andy started to try and rip Dustin's Hellfire shirt.

"Stop! Andy!" Dustin shouted in a panic, raising a fist intending to strike.

Wendy reached forward, grabbing Andy's wrist and finding a pressure point. Andy cried out, his fingers letting Dustin's shirt go as Wendy used his own arm to shove him away.

"Oh, you bitch," Andy hissed, stepping forward.

"Hey!"

They all turned their heads, Lucas approaching them with a hard stare.

"Well well," Andy scoffed. "If it isn't the traitor."

"Remember that time my sister kicked your balls so hard, you limped for a week?" Lucas asked, Wendy and Dustin smirking at the memory. "Yeah, if you touch Dustin or try to lay a hair on Wendy again, I'll kick you so hard, they'll pop like water balloons."