Getting Even [STEVE HARRINGTON]

Chapter 2

November 21st, 1982

Hawkins, Indiana

The pounding on the door matched the rhythm in her head. Bec swatted at the door and mumbled. This hangover was going to be unforgiving. Joshua peeked his head in the door and searched for his daughter that was piled under several blankets. When he spotted her figure under the blankets he pulled out a pair of pans and started to bang them together. Rebecca shot up in her bed making her feel instantly worse. She opened her eyes to see her father standing there holding kitchen equipment.

"Get up." he stated, "Oh and also, shower you smell." he slammed his pans together as he walked down the stairs into the combined living room and kitchen. Rebecca rolled out of her bed and into the ensuite her room had. The hot water rolled down her head soothing it immensely, she tried to remember everything that had happened last night. The first half of her night was there, taking Chris' car; doing doughnuts; speeding off through the town of Hawkins then getting caught by the police, going home but jumping out of the car and flipping off her dad. After that it's blank for her, she can barely remember going back to the party and getting trashed. Probably because that's what's caused this horrible hangover.

Joshua was playing heavy rock music downstairs trying to make the most of her hangover. Rebecca walked down the stairs cursing to herself, she was asking for this.

"Good Morning!" Joshua smiled at her. Rebecca flinched at his sentence, everything was magnified by 10. He placed a plate of breakfast in front of her along with some sort of concoction of a drink.

"What is this?" Rebecca whispered with her gravelled voice.

"Breakfast." Joshua straightened his uniform, "Oh and that," he pointed at the oddly coloured beverage, "that is to help with your hangover."

Joshua grabbed his keys and walked out, the music had stopped as she watched the door close behind her dad. Just a minute ago he was making the most of her pounding head and unsettled stomach, but now he was helping her get over it? Rebecca slammed each piece of the burnt breakfast down her throat and downed the drink, shivering and gagging at the taste. She grabbed her books and took off to school on foot. When she reached the front of the school she rushed inside to her locker, her head pounded more as the noise picked up in the corridor. 

Each piece of school equipment was being pulled in and out of her locker in an urgent rush to get away from the herd of horny teenagers, but there was no luck as her locker was slammed shut. Bec turned to see Tommy and his girlfriend Carol standing there laughing.

"Interesting night wasn't it, Bec." Tommy sneered at her.

"It's Rebecca to you." She stifled with a sarcastic giggle at the same time she turned to look at the two kids.

"Oh, you did so much more Becky." Carol teased. Rebecca urged them to go on, while Steve snuck up behind her.

"Sorry about your car Chris! Let me make it up to you!" Carol mocked.

"Who knew such a smart cookie could be so dumb," Steve commented with a smile on his face right next to Rebecca's ear. She groaned and slammed her head on her locker. The three were nothing more than a pain in her ass. When she brought her head up from her locker she spotted, Nancy chatting with Barb at her locker. As she tried to make a break for her next class, Rebecca was blocked by the three once more.

"Come on Bec, what's happened to you? We all used to be friends didn't we?" Steve whined mockingly as he stood in her way.

"Let me make this clear," Rebecca took a step towards Steve, "We were never friends. I would rather gouge my eyes out of their sockets with a spoon than ever be considered one of your friends. Let's see... I would rather spend the rest of my life with my father who seems to blame me for almost everything than be your friend," Bec paused to make her point clear, "there are an endless amount of things I would rather be than your friend."

With every venomous word that leaked out of her mouth, she got closer and closer to his face. Once she had finished her chain of thought, Bec stood back and smiled sweetly as if these words had never left her pounding head.

"Well... I have a class to get to, it was horrible talking to you three as always and I look forward to our next chat in the next four or so months." Rebecca left the three rulers of the school behind as she walked past Nancy and Barb who had been witnessing the ordeal, straight into her first class of the day.

The day seemed to flash by. Lunch was just as usual. Sitting by her lonesome somewhere in the school where she couldn't be aggravated listening to her walkman, from there she would let her thoughts wander. Once the bell had rung signalling the end of the school day she headed to the main doors of the hell hole that was Hawkins high on her way to Hawkins middle. The kids were swarming out of the doors when she arrived there. All of them itching to get back to their action figures and barbies oblivious to the outside world only focusing on the make-believe. There was one certain group of boys which instead of flooding the door to their freedom, they flooded to a small room which resembled a janitor's closet.

Mr Clarke walked through the hallways from his science classroom to the room where the four boys resided impatiently. Once he rounded the corner the boys came racing up to him teasing him about what took him so long when Dustin cut out the others to ask,

"You said someone's gonna join us here, who is it my lord?" his eyes squinted as he grinned at Mr Clarke.

"She'll be here soon boys. You'll just have to wait."

While the boys squabbled about the fact Mr Clarke said 'she', his eyes searched through the swarm of little people spotting his former student caught in the crossfire of the end of day rush. Rebecca finally broke from the kids and saw Mr Clarke waiting with the boys she would have to look after.

"Boys, this is Rebecca Harris. One of my best students." he motioned towards the tall brunette. She smiled politely before answering,

"It's Simmons actually."

Mr Clarke apologised profusely before introducing her to the boys.

"This young gentleman in the hat is Dustin." Mr Clarke pointed at a small boy with luscious curls.

"Nice to meet you." he shook her hand.

"This is Lucas and to his right Michael." Her eyes wandering along to the young boy with a mop of hair in his head.

"I know you. You're my sister's friend." Michael or Mike as he's known spoke, "This is your community service?" He laughed.

"I'm nobody's friend at the moment. Also, that is none of your business," she turned to see a small timid boy playing with his fingers, "Will."

The young boy looked up from his fingers his eyes completely wide, "Byers, I've been by your place a couple of times before."

Will tried putting a name to a face. Jessica? Sophie?

"Rebecca." He questioned, she nodded confirming that was her name. Mr Clarke ushered them into the room filled with AV equipment.

"You know how to do this stuff, right?" Mr Clarke whispered to Rebecca as they walked in.

"Can't be that hard" she turned to face him a wicked grin on her face,

"Well Rebec-" Mr Clarke started

"You don't have to worry sir. I might be the only female from my age group that actually enjoys this shit."

"Good, you'll fit in nicely," He closed the door behind them leaving the four boys and the teenager to chat about anything and everything that came to their heads. "Also language Rebecca."