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"she didn't love me."
MUSIC POUNDED in your ears.
The alcohol in your system blurred your vision and you stumbled against Billy Hargrove, his rough hands gripping your waist.
"Come upstairs with me princess," he muttered, his voice scratching at your ear. You could feel him down your neck and you couldn't keep yourself standing.
He slung your arm around his shoulder and you wanted to object, but all that escaped your mouth was a jumble of words.
"Mmm, Billy, nooooo. I have to get back to Tiinaa." You attempted to swat his needy hands away from sneaking into your skirt. Soon he was helping you up the stairs and the walls of the house seemed to close in towards you.
The door of the bathroom shut loudly and a tall, dark figure stood outside. You nearly fell to the floor, but Billy kept you steady with his hand in a place that you wouldn't prefer it be.
"Billy, what the hell are you doing?"
The denim clad boy started to walk towards a vacant bedroom. "Calm down, Harrington, I'm just gonna lay her down. She's wasted. Right Y/N?"
You realized the other figure was Steve Harrington. The last time you'd talked to that boy was at the end of sophomore year. That was until he decided you didn't qualify to be placed at the top of the Hawkins High social pyramid, so he ran off with Carol and Tommy. Now, he confided all his time in making out with Nancy Wheeler in the school's hallways.
"Yeah I don't know, it just kind of looks like you're taking advantage of a drunk girl, asshole. I'll drive her home." You felt a hand on your shoulder and Billy grabbed your wrist forcefully.
You fell onto Steve, clutching his arm for support while Billy still had a grip on your hand. "Let go of me," you sputtered, wrenching your arm away.
You found yourself putting all your weight on Steve while he nearly fell down the stairs, weaving his way through the sweaty mass of teenagers. He dragged you out of the door and onto the front lawn where his car was parked.
"Sssteeeve. I'm really sorry that-" You stopped in your tracks and doubled over, emptying your stomach onto the grass.
Steve ran his hand through his hair and prepared to pick you up. "You've got to be kidding me."
Several "oooohh" 's could be heard and he struggled to carry you to his BMW. He opened the passenger door and gently put you down, buckling your seatbelt and wiping the corner of your mouth with his sleeve. "Fuck, Y/N. As if I haven't already dealt with enough drunk girls tonight."
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Steve gently laid you on his bed, nearly gagging at the repulsive smell of your vomit. "Jesus. How much did you drink?"
"I'd rather not say, but thanks. Seriously," you muttered, starting to pull your blouse over your head.
"Y/N, you don't have to-" Steve stuttered. He grabbed your wrists and pulled your stained shirt back down. "Okay, why don't you let me take you to the bathroom so you can, uh, undress...behind a closed door." He grabbed your hand and helped you down from the bed. "You need to sober up and take a shower so you don't smell like pure shit."
"Thanks, captain obvious, but I already do." Your head began to throb and you held tightly onto his arm, catching your balance.
"Woah, you okay?" Steve's face washed over with concern.
You nodded in response and followed him to an open door that led to an enormous master bathroom. "Damn, Harrington, I forgot how big your house was."
He scofffed and leaned against the doorframe. "Here." He tossed a towel at you and one of his sweaters and a pair of boxers.
Your cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment. "Uhm, you know you don't have to — I-I don't—"
"Just don't use up all the hot water." Steve ignored your flustered words and shut the door behind him.
You took off your clothes and tossed them onto the tile floor, carefully stepping into the shower. You twisted the water on and let the warm droplets engulf you as they cascaded off of your bare chest.
Once you rinsed your face clean, you rubbed your eye makeup off and looked down at the array of hair products Steve had an array of hair products lined up on the side of the tub. This boy really cared about his mane, that was for sure. You grabbed the Farah Fawcett shampoo and conditioner, labeled "with vitamins and minerals!" which you recognized from your own bathroom.
After washing your hair and the stale smell off of you, you grabbed the towel from the counter and quickly dried off your body and hair. The mirror was covered in fog, so you wiped a small circle to look at yourself. You looked like hell. Your figure was swallowed up by Steve's sweater and you hesitantly put on his boxers. Your damp, (h/c) hair dripped onto the floor as you walked out of the bathroom into the dark hall.
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A/N: ok the end of this chapter was ugh boring but i am publishing a part 2
i didn't want to make it one big chapter because then it would be way too long
stay tuned for a late night talk with steve 😌
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