Summary: (This is based off of Make U Mine by Blood Orchid) You and Steve hate each other, but love works in funny ways.
Warnings: cursing, public sex, exhibitionist kink I guess?, fingering, asshole Steve.
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Steve Harrington was the bane of your existence to put it bluntly.
Ever since you two had met in middle school, both of you had made it your missions to make the other miserable. Steve loved to ruin projects and homework for you, and he especially loved to get you in trouble with teachers. You on the other hand liked to mess his personal life up a little more, always getting close with whoever he was dating and over all embarrassing him in public or in school.
At this point this pointless feud has been going on for around 6 years as you both approach the end of your senior year. Steve had started to lay off on making you miserable for the past few months, seeming too distracted to pay you any mind.
And that simply made you even more angry.
So you decided to come up with your own plan for your last year together as enemies and to show him who was the better of you both of course.
Both of you stayed after school every day, Steve would hang around for sports while you stayed for clubs, so it was the perfect time to sneak around the school. So you waited until your final class was let out and you made your way to the boys locker room, before anyone was in there and quickly found Steve's locker.
It had a few clothing items, sports equipment, and some hygiene products. You quickly look through all of the items, picking out the clothing before going to close the locker.
"I knew you were obsessed with me but I didn't know it was this bad." A rather cocky voice calls out and you don't even have to turn around to know who it is, "I mean, going through my locker? What are we back in middle school?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as you drop the jersey on the ground.
"Don't stroke your own ego that hard Harrington, I was just trying to get back at you for ignoring me for the past few months, it's been annoying." You turn on your heel to meet the boy who's standing there with his arms crossed.
"Well practice was canceled so I'd appreciate it if you just left." Steve huffs, walking over to grab his jersey before opening his locker and stuffing it back in there. "Now are we done here, I don't need some creepy stalker to add to my list of problems."
"Fuck you Harrington, you can't just make my life miserable for 6 years and then act like some sort of victim once you get tired of it." You snap and Steve just laughs, staring at you slightly confused.
"I'm not playing the victim here, I'm just tired of whatever the hell it is we've got going on. I mean we're seniors and we're acting like children." Steve argues back, pointing his finger at you, "Especially you, with whatever you were going to try and pull in here."
"You've almost made me fail multiple classes with how much you like to fuck with my school work so you have no room to talk. I've just embarrassed you." You snap back at him, slapping his finger away from you as you both glare at each other.
Steve stands there and laughs again, acting surprised by your words before he bites his lip softly, continuing to talk although you don't register anything he says. You found yourself too distracted by his mannerisms, the way his fist was clenched around the strap of his book bag and how his hair would bounce slightly when he was expressing his anger.
What were you even doing.
"Hello? Going deaf now or something?" Steve waves his hand in front of your face and you blush for a second, looking away from him and clearing your throat.
