Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana, where strange things occurred a little less than a year ago. All the chaos has died down since then, so Kristen's parents decided it would be safe to move there for a job opportunity.
Kristen meets Mr. Popular, Steve Ha...
It's been three days since Kristen went missing. Signs are posted all around Hawkins. I'd confided in Hopper, the only trust-worthy cop around here, about what happened the last time I saw her. None of the other cops are fully aware of what occurred last year. Search parties continued looking through the woods, but found nothing.
I sat in my English class, bored out of my mind. My focus and concern was on Kristen.
I excused myself from the classroom and walked to the gym to shoot some hoops. Basketball usually helped relieve my stress.
I opened the gym doors, revealing a tall, long haired blonde guy that I haven't seen before. I'd heard some talk of a new guy matching his description. Girls loved him...somehow.
This was really my competition?
He dribbled the ball around the court and shot a basket.
"You gonna keep staring?" He questioned. I broke out of my daze.
"Sorry, just came in to shoot hoops. I...uh, wasn't expecting anyone else to be in here."
"Well you expected wrong." He sneered.
He definitely wasn't the most friendly guy.
Confidently, I took steps into the gym, towards the rack of basketballs.
Before reaching the rack, I was hit with a ball. I turned in his direction.
"We're playin with one ball." The guy informed me.
"I didn't realize we were playing together."
"Against one another." He corrected.
Holding the ball, I walked onto the court. "I'm Steve." I put my hand out for him to shake.
"Billy." He refused my hand shake.
"Well, good luck trying to beat me." I smirked.
"That shouldn't be too hard."
I tossed him the ball to start. He dribbled and I tried to block him. He pushed me to the ground and made the basket.
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"Next time, Harrington, don't be so cocky." He gritted through his teeth as I lay on my back.
Out of breath, I stood up. He clearly knew who I was since I run this school. He better learn not to mess with me.
The bell rang for the period to end and he dropped the ball and strolled to the doors. Before leaving, he turned around and said, "Better luck next time."
I picked up the ball and dribbled myself, then threw it and made the basket.
