𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑦 ~ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

chapter three

chapter three
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Billy.

Fucking.

Hargrove.

Isaac rolled his eyes at the simple mention of his name, and he hadn't even met him, yet alone spoken him.

All that Isaac knew of Billy Hargrove was what he had heard in the halls and the limited glimpses of him he'd gotten.

Yet from what he had seen, he knew he didn't like it (maybe even hated it)

Billy strolled into Hawkins High, dressed head to toe in denim. A picture perfect asshole. Text book definition.

Isaac couldn't fucking stand him. Billy reminded him far too much of himself, and that out Isaac in an uncomfortable box that he desperately wanted to free himself from.

"Lincoln!" Steve sneered, arm hanging loosely around Nancy as they passed by Isaac's locker.

Isaac's eye twitched at the sound of his voice. You could fill a book with the amount of things Isaac didn't like, and Steve Harrington would be on the first page of that book, though his name fell farther down the list than his father.

Steve Harrington was a fucking douchebag, and he, just like many others, treated Isaac like trash.

While he would never admit it, Isaac fantasized about knocking down Steve's ego one or two (or four) notches.

He wished he didn't, but the thought crossed his mind more times than he'd care to count.

But Nancy loved him, so Isaac wouldn't. He would suck it up and fake a few smiles.. only on his good days, though. Steve didn't deserve his smile.

He didn't understand what she saw in Steve, but he tried not to think too hard about it. It hurt his heart if he did.

"Harrington." Isaac replied, tone equally as bitter as he slammed his locker shut. His eyes followed the couple, focusing on Nancy as she scolded Steve (though it was barely audible).

Her eyes flickered back to him and she sent an apologetic smile, mouthing a 'sorry'.

His heart leapt at the thought of her defending him. Isaac wasn't used to being defended, he hadn't experienced someone being on his side (he didn't count his lawyer) in years.

Not since his mom and his sister.

It felt nice.. it was something that he would, ideally, like to get used to. Though, he knew that wasn't in the cards for him.

But something about Nancy Wheeler made him hopeful that maybe, just maybe, someone being on his side would be in the cards for him.

After that day in the rain, Nancy seemed to notice his existence more and more. Though. Isaac wasn't sure if they were exactly friends, even if Isaac would like to call her that. He knew she'd never want to be friends with someone like him. Even so, he was grateful for the passing greetings in the halls.

Sometimes, on weekends or after school if they were both home, they'd communicate by writing in large letters in their notebooks and holding it against their windows.