❛ HOW TO STOP LIKING BOYS! ❜
STEP ONE: Don't think about his smile or the way he looks you in the eyes when he talks to you or his laugh
FAILED STEP ONE.
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"I HATE THIS," Veronica yelled in Heather's ear over the pounding music. They were at Tina's Halloween party and it wasn't lackluster, but the two girls weren't really party people. Veronica was killing it in her Halloween costume as Daisy Duke, a costume Heather wished she was curvy or tall enough to pull off. Veronica was both, therefore the incredibly short high-waisted shorts, tied flannel top, and heels she wore made an amazingly easy costume. Despite looking amazing, Veronica had been complaining about how cold she was from the short period of time they got out of the car and into the house. Heather was wearing weirdly tight leather pants and an off-the-shoulder black top and her natural hair was packing a punch because of course, she had to be the madeover version of Sandy from Grease. Her and Veronica were quite the pair and Heather had noticed quite a few pairs of eyes stay on them for moments at a time. However, the one person that seemed to not be looking at her was the one person she wanted.
Heather was unashamedly looking for him, her dark eyes scanning the crowd before Veronica pointed him out. "Ugh, there he is. Dancing with her. I fucking hate this, why did we come again?"
"To make ourselves miserable, obviously," the dark-skinned girl sighed, walking towards the kitchen to pour herself a drink. Unfortunately, someone else got there at the same time as them.
"What's in this?" Nancy Wheeler asked the costumed guy chugging the spiked punch.
"Shit!" Veronica whisper-yelled before trying to back out of the kitchen.
Being a good friend, Heather grabbed her best friend's wrist and pulled her back into the kitchen. "You two are friends, act like it. Besides, you aren't the one who confessed your love for her, are you? I'm in deeper shit than you so stop complaining.
The kid Nancy asked screamed something unnecessarily loudly before crushing his cup against his head. Steve Harrington came in and tried to stop Nancy, which meant it was Heather's turn to duck out of the kitchen. Like Veronica, her attempts were foiled, but not because her best friend pulled her back in, but because she accidentally stepped backward into somebody.
"Shit, sorry," she turned around and apologized before she realized it was the mullet-wearing asshole from the parking lot earlier in the day.
The guy looked unphased, instead, he gave her a once-over and spoke in an annoyed tone, "Isn't Sandy supposed to be white?"
Heather would normally bite her tongue. This was Hawkins, Indiana, casual racism wasn't new, but she was watching the guy she loved dance with his girlfriend while at a shitty Halloween party so she wasn't exactly in the best mood. Stepping forward so she was almost chest to chest with the guy (despite being about half a foot shorter than him), she said, "And aren't boys supposed to be attractive? At least I'm wearing a costume instead of walking around shirtless like pretentious assfuck who thinks he owns the fucking world."
