𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:
Whatever, Steve
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"And tell me again why the fuck I'm not the one driving?" Ramona grumbled, readjusting her legs as she held Steve's head still in her lap.

"Because!" Lucas shouted from the front, causing Ramona to roll her eyes as she brushed some blood from Steve's cheek with her thumb. "Turn right!"

"Right?" Max pulled her eyes from the road to look at the boy beside her.

"That's what I said!" Lucas shouted back, looking up from the map and over at her. The sound of the lighter fluid sloshing in Mike's filled Ramona's ears as Steve stirred awake.

"Nancy?" Steve groaned, reaching up to touch his wounds. His head was pounding, almost unbearable.

"Steve, no." Ramona said, pulling his hand away from his face.

"No, no, no. Don't touch it.. Don't touch it." Dustin said slowly.

"Steve?" Steve stammered, blinking slowly as he looked up at her.

"Don't question it." Ramona hummed, avoiding eye contact with him. "Might just change my mind."

"Hey, buddy. Sh.. sh.. sh." Dustin shushed him, "It's okay! You put up a good fight! Ramona threw a book at him. He kicked your ass,  but you put up a good fight. You're okay, Ramona fixed you up.. sort of, we kinda had to leave."

"Okay, you're gonna keep straight for half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai." Lucas looked up from the map.

"What's going on?" Steve said slowly, trying to sit up before Ramona put her hand flat against his chest and pushed him back down.

"Quédate abajo." Ramona said as Steve began to panic when he saw Max sitting in the drivers seat.

"Oh! Oh, my god!" Steve looked up at Ramona, clearly beginning to freak out.

"Just relax! She's drivven before-"

"Yeah, in a parking lot." Mike said, cutting him off.

"That counts." Lucas scoffed.

"They were gonna leave you behind, but I promised that you'd be cool, okay?" Dustin's voice grew louder as he tried to calm Steve down.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! What's going on?" Steve began to stammer as Max pressed her foot against the gas pedal. "Oh, my god! No! Stop the car. Slow down!"

"Jesus Christ, Steve! Calm down!" Ramona rolled her eyes,  "You're gonna give me a headache!"

"I told you he'd freak out!" Mike rolled his eyes, "Should've left him!"

"Stop the car!" Steve pleaded, "Stop the car!"

"Everybody shut up!" Max shouted, causing the car to silence, "I'm trying to focus!"

"Oh, wait! That's Mount Sinai! Make a left."

"What?"

"Make a left!"

Steve, Mike, and Dustin screamed, all three grabbing onto Ramona as Max roughly turned left. Ramona grumbled, tightening her grip on Steve so he didn't go tumbling onto the floor. Steve blinked slowly as he he looked up at Ramona. Her raven hair stuck to her forehead as she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself down.