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Billy Hargrove may have just rolled into town, but his reputation may not even compete with a bigger one like Diana's.
"Want to ruin Diana Henderson? You love her."
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As soon as I got home I noticed another car parked in my driveway. But it's a car I've never seen in my life. It can't be my mother, Steve, or any of Dustin's friends, they can't even drive properly.
Putting thought of him to the back of my mind I open the trunk of my car and grab all the grocery bag so I can take just one trip inside. Shutting the trunk with my elbow after, I trudge up to the door and yell, "Dustin it's me, open the door!"
Hearing the door unlock and seeing the door open I look up to see that's it's not Dustin. It's rather someone with a skinny but at the same time masculine build in all black with short curly brown hair covering some of his face due to it not looking brushed and green eyes.
Someone I've missed all too much.
"Jessie?!" My sore, tear stained eyes widen in shock as I half shout.
His smile shows his pearly teeth before saying, "Here let me help you with that." He takes some bags and sets them on the table, me following him after I shut the door with my leg.
Setting down my bags I look up at him and take in his appearance. His years away made him look more tan and taller.
"Hey baby," he smirks before engulfing me in his signature bear hugs I've missed a lot.
Laughing genuinely for the first time in a hot minute I ask excitedly, "When did you get here?!"
"A few hours ago actually. But truth be told my parents left me here to live with my grandmother for a few months because they found my stash of drugs and caught me sneaking into my room in the night high. They said I'm staying here until I shape up but Hawkins is the place where my habits started." He says rocking me back and forth, my nostrils filling with the scent of cologne and a hint of weed.
"You should have never left!" I say pulling away from him and playfully smacking his chest, "I've missed you!"
"It's not like I wanted to leave you! It'll be like old times but better. My poor grandmother can't tell the difference between cocaine and flour," he snickers, making my heart beat in content for the first time today.
Jessie Wayd. My best friend since elementary school. We were inseparable, ever since the day the teacher had to move him with the "quiet kid" so he could stop talking. Let's just say soon after we had to be on opposite sides of the classroom and I was no longer redeemed as quiet.
Middle school year, 8th grade is when some high schooler sold Jessie a few blunts for the first time. We both were freaking out at the time, Jessie saying we should throw them away but in the end we were pretty happy with the smoke around us.
Freshman year. The year my world broke. His parents had finally caught him and wouldn't tolerate his actions, so they packed up their bags, sold their house, and went to go live in Florida. But apparently that didn't work either.
