𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 [Stranger Things x Billy Hargrove]

PART I - [season two] - // one //

"I'm stealthy, like a ninja." - Steve Harrington

My head is absolutely pounding when I open my eyes and I'm reminded once again of why I hate drinking, I barely remember getting home last night I was that wasted.

I entertain the idea of ditching school to sleep in all day for no more than a few seconds when I remember that one time that Jim came home early to find that I'd skipped school and I shudder involuntarily.

No doubt my mother has already left to make the morning shift at the diner and Jim will have left early to open up the car dealership. I know my mother hates the long hours and disagreeable customers but it's one of the only jobs that she's been able to hold onto.

And as much as I hate Jim, my mother did manage to convince the guy to get me a good price on a Toyota Celica Supra, and with some money I had saved up from helping her with shifts at the diner I managed to afford it.

The freedom that came with owning my own car was unimaginable no matter how expensive it may be to fill with gas. So after finally managing to drag my ass out of bed and get dressed, I grab my bag from the floor of my messy room and started her up.

* * *

As I pull into my usual parking spot, I glance at the school entryway with distaste.

The wind howls as the students arrive throughout the parking lot, hustling and bustling out of cars and towards the corridors of hell. Friends are greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while the spare few newcomers stand looking scared. The seniors stand, tall and proud, confidence born of experience.

I desperately try to evade my eyes from Steve's car that's parked a few spots to my right but it's useless, I'm drawn to him as usual. I try not to let it effect me when I see Nancy sitting in his passenger seat, but when she says something to make him laugh I feel a sharp pain in my chest and finally manage to avert my eyes.

I didn't love Steve, I know that. We may have dated and I may have really liked him but I never loved him and I think that's what had finally forced him to made up his mind.

That and fucking Nancy Wheeler.

My subconscious taunts me in the back of my mind.

Sometimes I can't help but think back to the person I used to be, back when I was dating Steve. I was the perfect cheerleader type, model student and the girl that all the boys desperately craved. I lived to impress, I always wore my hair in a particular way, my clothes were always pristine and I had goals and knew where I was going.

It was disgusting, really. I had everything figured out.

But then Jim came along, flipping my whole world upside down and ultimately ruining my life. Steve and Nancy started hanging out by themselves and I managed to lose my boyfriend and best friend at the same time because I was too busy dealing with my own shit to notice that they were falling in love with each other.