evidence ✎ harringrove

Chapter 3

It wasn't long before Billy and Jonathan were at each other's throats. Both boys yelling and swearing at each other while Steve Harrington could only helplessly watch.

Tommy was on the stairs, his hair combed back as he cheered on the muscular blonde.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, Freak, but that video, that wasn't me!" Billy stormed, his fist connecting harshly with Byers face, catching the brunette completely off guard and knocking him onto the squeaky floors of Hawkins High.

Steve rushed, running to Jonathan's side. The look in his pretty brown eyes, fear and shook.
"Are you okay? Oh god.. Jon!"

Harrington's hands were holding Jonathan's face, twisting his head side to side, looking and analysing for any injuries the blonde may have caused.

"That'll fucking teach you, tryna' start shit, Byers." Hargrove spat, waving for Tommy and Carol to follow him as he was quick to leave the situation, leaving a worried Steve and a wary Jonathan behind.

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It had been 5 hours since the accident, Steve and Jonathan were sat in Harrington's room.

Jon held a packet of frozen peas against his red cheek, eyes dull, watching the carpeted floors. He knew Billy was lying, he had to be.

Steve wouldn't lie to him. Would he?

Jonathan gazed up, looking directly at the other brunette that sat at his desk, typing away at his phone.

"Steve."
The other didn't reply, he probably didn't hear him, too busy with whoever he deemed more important.

"Steven!"

The other jumped, turning off his phone before quickly turning in his seat. Steve placed his phone, upside down, on his desk. His focus now on Jonathan.

"What's wrong?"  Steve whispered, eyebrows furrowed as he stared, a sadden look in his gaze, towards Jon.

"I need a new ice pack, this ones no longer cold." Jonathan muttered, holding the packet of peas towards Steve.

"Oh. Shit, sorry, I'll be right back." Harrington hummed, gratefully taking the frozen peas off of Jonathan and soon disappearing when he left the room.

When Jonathan knew Steve was downstairs, he stood up, moving towards the desk Steve was just sat at.

He reached his hand forward, picking up the phone. Although he wanted to be a good friend, Jonathan was worried steve was hiding something from him.

And he was.

This was confirmed when the screen on the phone lit up. The background held a picture of Jonathan and Steve, a stupid snapchat filter over their faces but Jonathan wouldn't lie, he loved that picture. Both of them were smiling and Steve looked amazing.

There was a notification.
A single notification from Billy.
Billy fucking Hargrove.

Jonathan's stomach sank, his heart ached at the sight of the message.

"Come over."