New Girl

The Beatdown

I marched out the door and saw Billy standing in front of what I assumed was his car. I approached him at a quick pace.

"Hey hot stu-" my fist slammed into his jaw, cutting him off. His hand went up to touch his jaw, a confused look on his face.

"You had this coming, I even warned you that I would kick your ass, but did you listen to me? No! So now, you face the consequences," I tell him. The confusion on his face quickly melded into fury. I smirk, I knew I struck a nerve in him. He rushed me but I quickly sidestepped and spun, pushing him forward causing him to fall onto his hands and knees. A few snickers could be heard by the crowd that had formed. Pretty-boy just sat there gaping.

"Nice try Hargrove, you have to do better than that," I taunted him, fists up and bouncing on the balls of my feet. He stood up and let his fist fly forward. It connected with my cheek but I barely even flinched. I let him have it and my fist struck out, connecting with his nose. My other fist darted toward his sternum, hitting his solar plexus.

"Had enough Hargrove? Or do you want me to continue to humiliate you in front of the whole school?" I asked. He managed to stand up and I sighed as I caught his fist in mid-air.

"I'm never going to lose to some girl," he growled. I chuckle and deck him, sending him to the ground. I straddle him and start nailing his face. I didn't stop until I heard sirens approaching. I grabbed his collar and lifted him up towards me.

"I spent 4 years in juvie, I'm not just some girl you can have your way with. I don't want you so much as glancing at me or my friends ever again. And next time I tell you not to touch me or I'll kick your ass, listen to me," I growled in his ear and dropped him. I walked away to get my bike.

"Hey! New girl!" I heard pretty-boy shout. I turned around.

"If it isn't pretty-boy, thanks for trying to stand up for me but I had it covered," I told him, I couldn't decipher the look on his face.

"I can see that now, I'm Steve Harrington," he told me, extending his hand, the name didn't click in my mind as Dustin's idol.

"Y/N Penhall," I greeted, shaking the extended hand. Steve smiled, a look of wonder in his eyes.

"So... Y/N, are you new here? I've never seen you around before," He asked me. I felt my heart do something weird as he said my name out loud.

"Yes and no," I told him, smirking.

"Oh, do you need a ride? You can put your bike in the trunk of my car, I'm assuming you don't want to be dealing with the cops" He offered, I nodded shyly and we approached a vehicle just as the chief pulled up. I got in and shrank down into the seat, peering out the window. Steve gave me an interesting look.

"No, not Hopper," I whined, Steve raised his eyebrow.

"How do you know Hopper?" He asked me, I turned to him, keeping my head below the window level.

"I lived here my whole life up until 4 years ago, just got back 2 days ago," I told him and refused to continue the conversation.

"Okay, let's go, if you don't mind I have to pick up a few of the kids I babysit from the middle school," He told me, I nodded, sitting up as we drove away. We pulled up in front of my brother's middle school and got out. He sat on the hood and pulled out a cigarette, I followed and sat beside him. We passed the smoke between us until the bell rang and middle schoolers piled out of the school.

"So, who are you picking up? I might know them," I told Steve, giving him a small smile. He chuckled, looking up at the sky and stomping out the remains of the cigarette.

"Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Max Mayfield and Dus-" He was cut off.

"Y/N!" Dustin screeched, Steve winced at the sudden loud noise. I turned and saw my little brother hurtling towards me, arms wide open. I sighed and opened my arms, ready to absorb the impact. When he hit my chest I got the wind knocked out of me.

"Nice to see you too Dusty," I coughed out, Steve remained confused at the sight before him. The other kids approached, also a tad confused.

"I see you've met Steve," Dustin told me, letting go. It suddenly clicked... Steve! I turned to Steve.

"Now I know why your name sounded familiar! So... you're the one who takes care of these rugrats huh?" I asked with a laugh. He nodded slightly.

"So you know Dustin? How?" Steve managed to question.

"Dustin here is my kid brother," I informed Steve, side hugging Dustin. Steve's mouth opened and shut but no words come out. I crossed my arms and looked at Steve, I felt a gentle hand grab mine and I look over to see Dustin staring at my hand. I followed my brother's gaze to see my bruised knuckles that were slightly bloody.

"Y/N... What happened this time?" Steve snapped out of his trance and his gaze also ended up on my hand.

"Y/N here beat the shit out of Billy Hargrove," Steve announced. I saw the redheaded girl's jaw drop... she must be Max.

"How did you manage to beat up my stepbrother?" Max managed to get out. I smirked but said nothing.