Reader POV
The day has been normal so far. I woke up on time. Mom kissed my cheek this morning as normal. My shoes were a little dirtier than I wanted, but I don't mind. Classes went slowly. There was chicken nuggets for lunch as per usual on Friday, but I brought my lunch and ate outside as I prefer. The birds sang as I pull out my casual cigarette. Ahhhhh, feel the stress just be bottled up.
It was the last class of the day that just FUCKED everything. Of course a partner project had to be assigned. To make everything worse that asshole teacher paired me up with the well known popular pretty boy: King Steve fucking Harrington. I scoot to the edge of the table as Steve comes to sit at my table. His fluffy hair making my fingers itch to run through it and grab it and ram his big nose against my knee and kick his ass. He's annoying and brainless, but girls trip over each other to even maintain his glimpse for a moment.
Recently I've learned that Steve's taken one of our brightest and drove her into the ground. Nancy Wheeler was one of the smartest girls I knew and now her grades are slipping slightly. I've also heard the rumor that she's into some weirdo territory with Johnathan Byers. We all know girls and so with news of Nancy and Steve being on the rocks they flock to him. I open my notebook and start making the layout of the project. I guess I'm on my own for this.
"So what are we doing for the project?" Steve open his little rich boy mouth and scoots closer to me. I lean away from him.
"You mean what am I doing for this project? You probably aren't capable of simple thought without thinking of girls and who you're going to ruin next. Who are you thinking to be your next victim?" I look him up and down, bitch disgusting. I get back to work and see Steve lean away from me.
"Wow. That was a mouth full. Who are you again?" His head tilts confused. This idiot we've been in the same class for how many years?
"(Y/n) (L/n). We've been in the same class since preschool. You don't know me because I don't associate with rich idiots. I haven't seen this caliber of stupid since Tommy's 10th birthday party when he rammed his new big into the garage door." The bell rings and kids rush to get out of the room. I pack up and leave Steve slack jawed.
I'm at my locker and after I close it Steve is there with a tight smirk on his face. I glare at him and turn and walk away. I feel him next to me as I walk into the parking lot and lean against the wall to wait for my dad to pick me up.
"Can I help you?" I look at Steve leaning on the wall as well.
"Do you drive?" I roll my eyes.
"My dad's not rich enough to buy me a car, but I do drive." I shuffle to hold my books closer to my chest. God it's cold today.
"I can give you a ride home? It'll be quicker than waiting for whoever. then maybe we can study together somewhere...you know for the project." Steve gets off the wall and nods his head to his car in the parking lot. I look at my watch. Dad is 20 minutes late. He's usually out here waiting for me.
"Nope we're using the school library." I tell him and speed walk past him.
"Alright." I hear the sickening smile on his face and almost turn around and slap it off of him. He better not get the wrong idea about any of this. I still don't like him.
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After an hour of sitting in silence and researching Steve opens his dumb mouth.
"I find it interesting how I have no idea who you are, but you hate me so much. Why is that?" I look up and see Steve staring at me. His brown eyes holding a sort of pleading in them. I sigh and message the bridge of my nose. I get up and tower over Steve. I put my hands on the table and lean towards Steve.
"You want to know why I don't like you?" He nods leaning forward with a smirk on his mouth," It's because you're a idiotic mess. You only used to be a scared little popular boy that yearned for attention at school because dear ol' mom and dad didn't give you shit at home. A future has been waiting to happen. You used to be harmless. Would never hurt anybody, but something inside you's changed. Maybe you've just gotten more insecure because you and Nancy are on the rocks or maybe not getting all the attention has drove you insane. The fight you had with Johnathan? The spray paint at the movie's? That's not who I thought you were." Steve's eyes got glassy and he sat back in his chair so I start to walk around the table to get in his face.
"And with girl's tripping over themselves to get to you is pathetic. Pick one and get to know her maybe. Maybe Nancy's not a good pick, because now you've ruined her. She's so lost in all the drama that you bring with you that she doesn't know left from right any more. I can't wait for graduation and then for the reunion because once I leave I know my life with escalate, but you." Steve stands up and tries to walk away from me, but I grab his shirt then hold his face to look at me.
"You, Steve, will stay right in this little town running off of daddy's money, thinking you're all that and a bag of chips. And I'll laugh because you'll wake up in 20 years hating the woman in your bed, the job you have to work a 9-5 at, the kid sleeping down the hall with another one on the way because you were drunk and thought that you loved that woman. And you'll realize that you're just like your father," Steve tries to get away from me as he glares at me with red glassy eyes," and you'll see yourself in that kid down the hall by the way he looks at you. You're a mess in the making dragging people down with you and that's why I don't like you." I let go of Steve's face and step back.
A tear runs down his face as he looks away from me. I feel bad, but he wanted to know. I turn back to the table and get my stuff together, leaving the books behind. I'll come in tomorrow and help, but I need to leave or I'll say something worse.
I'm out in the parking lot when I feel a hard tug on my jacket. My bag slips off my shoulder as I'm pushed up against a car. There's a pair of lips on mine kissing me hard. Almost as if they can't get enough of me. They wrap their arms around me and I rest my hand on their face. I kiss back gently trying to calm Steve down as I realized it's probably him. It's hard to be hit with the truth especially with a future call out like that. Steve seems to melt in my arms and his lips move from my lips to my jaw to my neck. He stops kissing my neck and just hugs me. I wrap my arms around his back and message his spine soothingly.
"Come on, you're taking me home and I'm making dinner." I grab my bag and Steve's hand and walk towards his car. He stopped in his tracks.
"I thought you hated me." He muttered and I raised an eyebrow.
"I can just send you home alone?" I loosen my grip on his hand, but Steve holds it harder and starts walking to his car.
"I also don't hug and kiss boys I don't like."
