"Brutally handsome with a violent streak, he's no good for me"
Who knew that a Henderson could make or break Hawkins new resident bad-boy.
• I do not own anything apart from the main character and the storyline.
When I got home, I rummaged through my closet, searching for something that could pass as a Halloween costume. All I managed to find was a baby blue dress and my red Converse. I sighed, already knowing this wasn't the look I had in mind, but I decided to make it work anyway.
"Guess I'm Dorothy tonight," I muttered, glancing at my cat, Mews, who sat watching me from the bed.
After slipping into the dress, I stood in front of the mirror. To my surprise, I looked...hot. The dress was much shorter than I'd expected, and the red Converse actually worked with the look. I let my hair air dry, loving how my curls framed my face, and added a touch of makeup to complete the outfit.
Downstairs, I was immediately met with the flash of my mom's camera. She was already snapping photos of Dustin and me.
"Ohhh, look how cute you guys look!" she said, pinching both our cheeks.
"Moooom," Dustin and I groaned in unison.
She didn't let up, probably taking a hundred photos while Dustin struck exaggerated poses in his Ghostbusters costume. I, on the other hand, stood still, trying not to roll my eyes.
"Okay, Mom, we have to go!" I exclaimed as she kissed both of us on the cheek.
"Stay together!" she called after us as I ushered Dustin out the door.
I drove Dustin over to the Wheeler's house, where his friends were already outside.
"Alright, squirt," I said, pulling up to the curb. "I'm letting you go on your own tonight. I've got a party to get to. Just stick together and don't do anything stupid, okay?"
"Fuck yes! Thanks, Dani," Dustin said, grinning as he hugged me before hopping out of the car.
I watched as he ran over to join the other boys, all of them dressed up as Ghostbusters. I couldn't help but laugh at how nerdy they looked, but it was kind of endearing.
When I got to Tina's, the party was already in full swing. The place was packed, and it looked like chaos had taken over. Drunken teens stumbled around, and the house—and yard—were completely trashed.
I spotted Jonathan lurking awkwardly in the corner, clearly out of his element. Parties were never his thing. I was about to walk over to keep him company when someone stepped in front of me.
"Hey, Tom," I said, surprised to see my former friend Tommy H. His old nickname slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
For a moment, I saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly.
"Well, look who it is," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "It's Bo Peep. Where's your sheep?"
"I'm Dorothy, you stupid fuck," I shot back, smirking as his friends burst out laughing at his expense.
Leaving him behind, I wandered around until I found the spiked punch and poured myself a drink. I wondered when Steve would show up but didn't have long to dwell on it.
My thoughts were interrupted by a commotion near the keg stand. A crowd had gathered, chanting, "Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Curious, I made my way over, fully expecting to see Steve trying to defend his title. But when the person finally got up, Tommy H's voice rang out above the cheering crowd.
"Looks like we've got a new Keg King!"
Everyone cheered loudly, and I smirked as I caught sight of Billy, standing there smugly, having just beaten Steve's record.
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"Dorothy, aren't you cute," Billy drawled, his usual cocky tone dripping from every word.
I slapped his hand away as he reached out to pinch my cheek.
"Feisty, are we?" he said, that stupid smirk plastered on his face.
I rolled my eyes, determined not to let him bask in his glory or rub it in Steve's face. Without a second thought, I strode toward the keg stand.
"Help me out, will you, boys?" I said, flashing a charming smile at the crowd of onlookers.
They stared at me in disbelief, frozen.
I turned, catching Billy's eye, and winked. His smirk faltered just slightly, replaced by curiosity.
With the help of a few guys, I hoisted myself into a handstand, grabbed the nozzle, and began chugging the beer. The crowd erupted into cheers, their energy fueling me as I kept going, determined to beat Billy's record. When I finally came down, I wiped my mouth, triumphant.
The crowd roared, and my eyes locked on Billy. He stood motionless, slack-jawed, his mesmerizing blue eyes wide with shock. Around him, his friends went crazy, shouting and laughing, but he seemed frozen in place.
"Looks like we have a new Keg Queen!" someone shouted from the crowd.
I walked over to him with a smug smile. "I wasn't going to let you take all the glory," I teased.
Billy let out an amused laugh, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.
I rolled my eyes but froze when I heard a familiar tune blasting from the house speakers. Should I Stay or Should I Gofilled the air, and my entire body tingled.
Billy must have noticed the shift in my demeanor because he smirked and leaned in close. "Dance with me?" he whispered in my ear, his voice low and tempting.
I glanced up at him and couldn't help but smile as he grabbed my hand and led me to the makeshift dance floor.
The music consumed me, and I sang my heart out, swaying my hips to the rhythm. Billy's hands rested on my hips before he took mine in his, spinning me around.
I couldn't stop giggling, and he was laughing too—a genuine laugh this time, not the cocky, calculated one I was used to.
He pulled me close by the waist, and I found myself staring into his ocean-blue eyes. They were my weakness—those fucking mesmerizing eyes. For a moment, I forgot everything else.
Billy leaned in, his gaze dropping to my lips.
My heart raced, but before I could process what was happening, I caught sight of Steve storming out of the house.
Reality came crashing back, and I blinked, pulling away slightly. Placing my hands on Billy's chest, I shook my head.
"I have to go," I said, my voice soft but firm.
I left him standing in the middle of the dance floor, weaving through the crowd as I rushed after Steve.
Poor Steve, We love Steve!
It gets a little spicy soon guys☺️
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