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TICK. TICK. TICK.
Beth's blinker repeated, blood dripping slowly from the large gash on her forehead. Her head rested on her steering wheel, completely unconscious and unaware that her car was wheezing out smoke faster than ever.
A loud roar of an engine woke Beth from her deep sleep, the growl coming closer and closer to her car. A sharp gasp broke free from her, now, chapped lips as she woke, recalling how her car crashed into a deer and then a tree.
Wincing in pain, she tried to get a closer look at who would be all the way out here and coming towards her.
Reaching up, Beth slowly touched her forehead, yanking it back as he fingertips came in contact with the wound. Blood dyed her fingers, the crimson shining under the moonlight that beat onto Beth's Mustang.
The mysterious car came to a stop, the bright yellow headlights preventing her from seeing who came to help or investigate.
And then she saw him.
The douchebag who nearly ran into her car this morning in the parking lot. She'd learned from the girls drooling over him in chemistry that his name was Billy Hargrove. The new king of Hawkins who bumped Steve right out of his throne in a day.
"You okay?" he asked loud enough to be heard over Beth's blinker and his purring engine. "What happened to you?" he held his hand in front of him as he slowly stepped towards Beth's tense figure.
Slowly, Beth managed to stand up. She put her weight on the side of her car, slowly limping as far away from the drivers side door as she could to stop inhaling the toxic smoke.
Every bone in her body ached with excruciating pain, her feet begging her to stop moving. "I-I hit a deer and then I turned to try and not run it over any more and I hit that tree." she grunted, letting her palms fall onto her knees for support as Billy came up to her and moved her away from the stuttering car.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked, helping her walk over to his car and letting her sit in the passenger seat.
Beth shook her head, allowing him to wrap his leather jacket around her shoulders for warmth in the brisk, cold winds. "Just my head." she informed, watching as he jogged over to her car and carefully plucked her car keys from the ignition.
"I'll drive you home and clean you up." He sighed, pushing her keys to her precious Mustang in his pants pocket.
"Woah, woah, woah!" she yelled as he closed his door and started pulling out of the wreckage area. "We are not leaving my car here. My dad gave me that car for my thirteenth birthday. I'll be damned if I leave it in the middle of nowhere for some homeless dude to start pissin' in it." she growled and watched Billy slowly smirk.
