Alice the Amazing ⇒ STRANGER THINGS

[12] Mr. Good Hair Is An Idiot, As Per Usual

A/N [from 2019] Woohoo! 300 reads baby! Thanks to the people who've voted and added this story to your Reading List!

Now, a Question of the Day: Would you rather live in Hawkins, Indiana or Pawnee, Indiana? I'm a Pawnee Goddess and hardcore Parks and Rec fan myself, but I think I'd rather live in Hawkins. Fighting monsters is way cooler than fighting raccoons and Eagletonians imho. 

July 2020 Update: Wowee I have a LOT more than 300 reads now. Thanks so much to you amazing readers!

{The Monster, Part I}

Alice flew—well, not literally, like Lucas just had—through the streets of Hawkins on her bike. She wanted to meet up with Nancy and see if she and Jonathan had found the "monster" they were looking for. She couldn't spend another second with Mike and Dustin; they were dead set on discussing "rules of the party" and how to apologize to Lucas, and it was getting a little too medieval for her. Besides, they kept bringing up the fact that Alice hadn't been able to use her powers to heal Lucas.

Not like I need any more reminders, Alice thought.

When she made it to Maple Street, she saw Steve "Good Hair" Harrington's car parked outside. Lo and behold, Tommy H. and Carol—the two worst people in the world—were leaning against the hood while Steve climbed toward Nancy's window.

"Well, well, well," Tommy said, "what do we have here? Little Orphan Annie out for a bike ride."

"Hello, Dickhead," Alice said. "Mrs. Dickhead."

"Me-ouch!" Carol said. "What's got you all riled up?"

"Nothing your pea-sized brain could comprehend," Alice shot back.

She dismounted her bike and started wheeling it up the driveway, but before she could ring the bell and ask Mrs. Wheeler if Nancy was in, Steve shimmied back down from Nancy's window and stormed towards his car.

"Oh, hi, Alice," he said. There was an angry glint in his eye and venom in his voice. "Here to see Nancy?"

"Yeah, actually," Alice said. "I need to borrow her chemistry notes for my makeup test."

Damn, Alice thought, lying is coming way more naturally to me. Should I be worried?

"Well," Steve continued, clenching and unclenching his fists. "I'd come back another time. Nancy's a little preoccupied right now."

"What do you mean?" Alice said. Her eyes flicked to Nancy's window.

"Oh my god," Carol said, "is there someone up there?"

Steve nodded grimly.

"It's Byers," he spat out. He turned to Alice and said, "Did you know about this?"

"Know about what?" Alice said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm lost."

"Wow, you're really naïve," Tommy scoffed. "Byers is up there in Nancy's room."

"What did you see?" Carol said, intrigued.

"He was putting his arm around her," Steve said, running a hand through his hair. "You paint the picture."

"She's screwing him!" Tommy said with a laugh.

"Shut up, Tommy," Steve muttered.

Tommy and Carol cackled like hyenas, laughing about "Nancy The Slut." Alice refused to believe it.

"No, no, that's not right," Alice said, wrinkling her nose. "Nancy's crazy about you—trust me, she wouldn't cheat. Maybe you just misread the situation—"