[The whole "you're a good guy" comment still doesn't sit easy with Steve. He understands that it's meant as a compliment, an improvement from the asshole he once was. Only that's the problem, he was a huge asshole. In his whole mean girl Era, he wasn't exactly the nicest towards Eddie or her little friend group.
Well, it was mostly fuckking Tommy.
Steve would like to think even back then he wouldn't allow some Jesus loving prick to jump Eddie.
He turns his head as she grabs his wrist, watching as her head leans in so that she can suck down a hit. It's insane how incredibly hot she can make smoking a joint look.
Or maybe it's just the way her lips wrap perfectly around it and she inhales the smoke? The way those dark curls fall around her pretty face.
[ Steve and his cronies weren't exactly fans of her when they were in school, but she did escape some of their worst vitriol through being female; some of her friends weren't quite so lucky. Sure, she got some pretty vicious rumors spread about it, but she didn't get swirlied, or punched in the locker room, or whatever else might have been going on with the boys. The girls like Carol Perkins were definitely meaner, but a least they used their words.
Eddie has a thick skin. Carol couldn't hurt her any worse than her own parents did, and it infuriated her. Which, admittedly, was one of the reasons Eddie made it so blatantly obvious that she didn't care what anyone thought. It was entertaining to see how worked up she could get Carol to get before things came to a head.
She doesn't remember Steve really participating in any of the hazing, which might be why she's been so quick to forgive and forget. Or maybe it's just the bond formed by nearly dying together. That kind of stuff is hard to get around.
She hums softly as she straightens, lifting her hand off his and ruffling her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face a little, her eyes closing for a moment before she shakes herself and twists her mouth to blow the smoke away from them both. ] Okay. You ready? [ She shivers. ]
[Steve never understood why Tommy did some of the shitty things he did to other students. Then again, Steve never really asked him why because he typically laughed and went about his business. Steve did his fair share of shitty things but he tried to set his own limits.
Serious issues didn't start to arise until Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler came into the picture. The end result cost him Nancy along with Tommy and Carol. Steve had told himself that the loss of Tommy and his incredibly bitchy girlfriend weren't much of a loss but after the break up with Nancy-
Was anything actually worth what he gave up in order to keep her?
He sighs lowly at the question. Was he actually ready for this? No, not really but hopefully it would be worth it in the end. ]
Sure.
[Steve shrugs off his jacket, noting the shiver from Eddie. It was kind of her not to notice. ]
[ Eddie can't help eyeing Steve as he slips off his jacket, her brow furrowing for a moment until she figures out what's going on. ]
Oh, are we trading? [ That would definitely be one way to get people talking. If Eddie showing up in an old Hawkins High jacket wasn't enough, Steve rocking up in a beat up leather jacket with the chain on the wrist is basically them taking out a billboard along Main Street. ] If I had known it was this easy to get you in some better clothes I'd have done this much earlier.
[ Like this whole thing was her idea.
Still, she shrugs out of her own thinner jacket and hands it off to Steve so they can switch. As she shrugs his on, she tries not to breathe in too obviously: Steve's fancy rich-boy cologne scent is strongest at the collar and it's all she can focus on right now. She's terrified her cheeks are pink enough that he'll notice. She's trying to be co, but it's harder than she thought it would be. ]
[He argues as they make the switch. Steve also figures that maybe wearing his jacket will make Eddie feel a bit more covered in her appearance. She's going to be warm and snug regardless.
Steve pulls Eddie's jacket on, it's a bit of a tight fit considering Steve's a bit bigger in the chest, arms and shoulders. He inhales the scent of leather, weed and is that a hint of perfume? It smells-
[ She's laughing softly as she tugs on the hem of his jacket, the edge barely covering her ass. She's almost as tall as Steve, but she's a little longer in the torso than he is, and while the skirt makes her legs look longer than they are, his jacket is still sitting at just about where a jacket should. If she did it up it would probably hug her hips nice and snug.
Steve looks good in her leather. It's a little too snug to be practical, but he makes it look good, his broad swimmer's shoulders stretching the leather out just enough to really accentuate the shape of his torso. Eddie has to clear her throat a little more than expected as she pinches off the joint and tucks what's left of it into her pocket.
She jostles her elbow against his and takes a step away from his car. ]
[Steve has never thought much of leather. It's not exactly his style. He's more polo shirts and tight jeans. Eddie is a different story all together though. Leather suits her perfectly and even more so when topped off with a little skirt.
Steve can't deny its an attractive look.
He suddenly stops for a moment once he catches sight of her in his jacket. Goddamn, does this girl look incredible in every fucking jacket she wears? Why does his own have to fit her nicely? Like it's meant for her to wear and show off like all those other girls had.
Only Eddie looks like she belongs in it.
Fuck. ]
You think hitting me in a tiny skirt is a good idea? You might flash your ass.
[ Steve pauses for a second when he looks at her, and there's a part of Eddie that crows in the back of her head — he's checking her out! — but she brushes that aside, deciding instead to throw him a challenging grin and spin a little so she's walking backwards between the parked cars, throwing her arms out to the side like she's daring him to come at her. ]
Isn't that the whole point of this?
[ They decided to try and get Carver to bust a nut over her, didn't they?
Eddie still thinks Steve's blowing hot air up her ass about whether or not other jocks find her attractive, but if there's one thing Eddie loves to do, it's play pretend and dress up. This is a slightly more public venue than she usually uses, but the principle is the same. Steve's varsity letterman jacket and her ridiculous mini skirt are a layer of metaphorical armor that she's using to protect herself as she pretends this is perfectly normal and not at all a situation that makes sweat crop up along the back of her neck. ]
[Is he checking her out? The better question here is it that obvious? Steve tries to hide the way his eyes linger along her for a good long second or five. He's totally drinking her in, admiring her toned legs and the way his jacket hugs her form.
This is literally the weapon of women.
Steve flashes her that famous Steve Harrington smirk. Come on, Eddie knows the one all so well. Almost instantly Steve moves to follow after her, eyes focusing on her every move. ]
And you're a tease? Carver is going to stroke out.
I am tonight! [ she declares, a little spring in her step that accentuates the sway of her hips for a few steps before she stumbles and barks out a much more familiar laugh, catching herself on the side of someone's Jeep. ]
Fuck, that's a lot harder than it looks. And I'm not even wearing heels. [ That was one thing she wasn't willing to change for tonight. Breaking her ankle would not be worth making Carver make a fool of himself. ]
[Of course he isn't checking her out! That would just be ridiculous and weird. Eddie is his friend, a friend that he's gotten pretty damn close with these past few months. Steve could easily compare his relationship with Eddie to the one he had with Robin.
Only it's not.
Eddie isn't gay and she sure as hell doesn't mind flashing her ass in a skirt. No way in hell would Robin be so bold.
Steve tries not to fixate on the way Eddie's hips sway and the skirt inches up ever so slightly with each step. It takes him a moment to realize that he's checking out Eddie's ass and the way the mini skirt has shaped it nicely.
Yeah. Shit. ]
Jesus!
[He calls out as she stumbles suddenly and his hand is grabbing the back of the jacket to help Eddie regain a bit of her footing. ]
[ Eddie's seen the way Real Girls manhandle their boyfriends, the way they use them for balance, how they clutch at their hands and arms and lean their weight on them. Eddie is a damn sight taller than most girls she knows, and she's never had a proper boyfriend to parade around school, but she can pretend.
When Steve reaches out to steady her, it's easy to reach back, to grab his arm and slip hers through his so they're linked at the elbow. ]
I'm good. [ She squeezes his arm and bumps into him a little, knocking her shoulder against his and turning to grin at him, the expression a little smaller and a little more honest than the one she gave him earlier. ] You're here to protect me, right?
[Steve has been that exact guy plenty of times. He's hand many girls hanging off his arm and giggling as they paraded around the school like they owned the damn place. It had been enjoyable at the time he happened to be king.
How the girls basically swooned over him and begged to be his next.
Eddie had never shown any interest herself back in those days. Not that Steve would have noticed considering all the girls he had been sleeping with each week. However; it does catch him a bit off guard when Eddie grins and links their arms.
This is new. ]
Always.
[That word falls from Steve's lips unexpectedly and it leaves his face burning. The hell was that?
[ Always, he says, chivalrous like some kind of knight from her stories, and if she wasn't leaning on him for balance and hadn't synched up their steps, Eddie knows she would have stumbled again. What the hell, Harrington. It's so unfair to pull the moves out on her like that, she wasn't remotely prepared!
She should have been, though. Probably. Steve's never joined in on D&D, has often proclaimed at great length and at full volume that he'd never play their nerd game even if they paid him, but she's come to know him as the kind of person who throws himself whole-heartedly into anything that's put in front of him. Even, apparently, if that something is pretending to be with her to both protect her virtue and also to upset those looking to besmirch it.
She only just barely manages to resist the urge to pull her hair in front of her face and instead huffs at him, a smile tucked in the corner of her mouth as they approach the doors to the gym. ]
[Steve will never understand why deep shit like that slips from his mouth. It's the whole heart speaking bullshit that annoys the hell out of him. Perhaps that's why he's been holding back so much when it comes to Eddie? He doesn't want another broken heart, doesn't want to lose a girl that he considers a great friend.
It's a heart ache he would rather not experience again.
Shit. They're seriously doing this.
Steve can hear chanting upon entering the gym, he keeps himself close to Eddie as they make their grand entrance as fucking king and queen. He can feel eyes zoning in on them, its this insane feeling of slow motion.
He can see the smirk on Robin's face, the shock on Nancy's and basically everyone else in the gymnasium. Heads spin and jaws drop at the sight of Eddie. Steve is pretty sure he heard a few cat calls .
It feels like everything around them has just stopped while everyone suddenly begins to gawk and point.]
[ Deep shit like that needs to spill out of his mouth more frequently, because Eddie eats it the fuck up. It's not her fault she was raised on escapist fantasy, okay, and having Steve turn up to be her knight in borrowed-leather armor for the night is only worsening the situation for her. She's almost grateful for the crowd as they slip through the doors into the gym, because it gives her something to focus on that isn't the heat of Steve beside her.
The fact that it feels like they're marching into battle, like it felt back when they really were marching towards certain death, isn't helping at all.
She's choosing to ignore the cat calling that may or may not be happening, because while she knows she's something of a spectacle right now, Eddie isn't delusional enough to think that the entire gym is looking at them.
It just feels that way. ]
C'mon, let's see if we can still get a good seat. [ Lucas gets a little finger-wave as they pass, and this time she can't help but laugh at the way he gawks at her; alright, he's looking at her, but the rest of the team isn't. Are they? No. Right? ]
[Steve would rather not get caught up in saying deep shit. It has a tendency of back firing in his face eventually. He learned that the hard way with Nancy Wheeler. So he tries his best to keep his heart guarded.
Who would have thought?
The gymnasium feels stuffy and warm as they make their entrance. Steve would rather not think it's him and blame it on a packed crowd. Steve feels like he's marching into some war, some long awaited battle with Eddie by his side.
They've done this before. ]
You got a preference?
[He asks as he takes a glance around and catching sight at a very wide eyed and mouth dropped Henderson and little Wheeler.]
I dunno. [ Standing at the base of the bleachers, she looks up at the sea of faces looking back at her, and is doubly grateful for the warm line of Steve's body beside and behind her. ] You know where to get a good vantage point, right? You're the expert here.
[ Of course, since they dawdled in the parking lot, there aren't that many seats available, so their choices are limited.
Reaching out, she snags her fingers around Steve's wrist and starts to climb, tugging him behind her, grateful that it's him behind her because every step she takes has her skirt inching higher and higher up her hips. How do girls even wear these? ]
[Steve should have known that the gymnasium was going to be jammed packed with people. Apparently it's a big game night and what else is there to do in Hawkins on a Friday night? Well, besides going to Skull Rock to have sex?
At least the game hasn't started yet and they haven't missed much.
He makes a low noise in his throat as Eddie tugs him forward. Christ, of course she chooses to go up the bleachers. Goddammit....
Steve opts to stay close behind, a sacrifice he's willing to make if that means the whole school doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing Eddie's ass. That's a completely different story for Steve, however.
He tried to keep his eyes forward in search of a spot that can sit but every so often he catches a glimpse of Eddie's bare cheeks as she stomps up the bleachers energetically. ]
[ Instinct has her climbing to the very top of the bleachers, to the back row where she can perch up high like a crow on a wire, where nobody can sit behind her and put gum in her hair or otherwise fuck with her without her realizing. She likes to think that it probably won't happen with Steve here with her, but there's no guarantee of that, and she'd rather not test out how far the kindness of Hawkins High game attendees extends.
Wherever they end up, Eddie has to spend a moment shimmying her skirt down her hips a little as they pick their way along to the open spaces they can claim for themselves, and when she turns back to look at Steve, her cheeks are pink.
She leans in closer so he can hear her over the low murmur of the crowd. ]
Thanks for blocking the view. [ Just because she's decided to brazen this out doesn't mean she's oblivious to what's happening. Having Steve at her back is one of the only things that's making her brave enough to go through with this. ]
[Steve is actually thankful that Eddie has chosen the very top. He doesn't have to worry about someone looking up her skirt when they both jump up to cheer or someone just going out of their way to be a total asshole. The back also gives them a bit of privacy, a chance to relax and enjoy the game. ]
Uh huh.
[Comes his own reply. He keeps by Eddie's side as she chooses them a spot, his eyes falling along the court and avoiding all the eyes that are still gawking at them in awe and disbelief. It's a bit dramatic but thats Hawkins for you.]
[ It's a relief when Steve doesn't try to steer her down one of the rows closer to the court, even though she's sure that's where he'd prefer to be — closer to the action, or whatever — because now she can lean back against the painted wall of the gym, can have solid brick at her back and the solid brick of Steve's muscles against her side, hemming her in away from the rest of the students around them.
Would she be fine without him? She'd like to think so. But not having to find out is nice. A relief, a weight off her shoulders. ]
I feel like we're the main attraction. [ Her tone makes it sound completely preposterous, even though they both knew what they'd be getting into when they started this. ]
[Steve prefers being closer to the action, being able to see the game up close and study the plays being made. It's typical jock behavior, Eddie should know this by now. Only tonight is about making sure Eddie feels comfortable, even if that means taking a back seat for watching the game.
Steve isn't worried too much about it considering he hadn't planned on attending in the first place. ]
Shut up. [ Eddie knocks her shoulder into Steve's with a soft laugh, pulling down her skirt as she sinks to a seat on the bleacher, resisting the urge to let her legs sprawl open like she usually does. Fuck, she forgot how much she hates wearing skirts.
It's a lot harder for people to stare surreptitiously at her when she's up here, at least the ones who are on their side of the gym, which she appreciates. The other side of the gym has no problem staring at her, of course, and there definitely are people who twist to try and see her better.
She resists the urge to hunch her shoulders and instead straightens them, lifting her chin a little, letter her hair fall away from her face. ]
So who were you supposed to take out tonight? Who'd I jilt by stealing you away?
[Steve is focused on the game that's about to start. Players are beginning to take their places and soon the gymnasium will be echoing with cheering. He glances over at Eddie as she makes herself comfortable. Her jacket is tight around his form, could be problematic for cheering himself. ]
Huh?
[He had actually forgotten about the date he had scheduled for the night, well sort of.]
Her name is Kristen. She's been in the video store a few times.
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Well, it was mostly fuckking Tommy.
Steve would like to think even back then he wouldn't allow some Jesus loving prick to jump Eddie.
He turns his head as she grabs his wrist, watching as her head leans in so that she can suck down a hit. It's insane how incredibly hot she can make smoking a joint look.
Or maybe it's just the way her lips wrap perfectly around it and she inhales the smoke? The way those dark curls fall around her pretty face.
Fuck.
Steve has to shift along his feet.]
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Eddie has a thick skin. Carol couldn't hurt her any worse than her own parents did, and it infuriated her. Which, admittedly, was one of the reasons Eddie made it so blatantly obvious that she didn't care what anyone thought. It was entertaining to see how worked up she could get Carol to get before things came to a head.
She doesn't remember Steve really participating in any of the hazing, which might be why she's been so quick to forgive and forget. Or maybe it's just the bond formed by nearly dying together. That kind of stuff is hard to get around.
She hums softly as she straightens, lifting her hand off his and ruffling her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face a little, her eyes closing for a moment before she shakes herself and twists her mouth to blow the smoke away from them both. ] Okay. You ready? [ She shivers. ]
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Serious issues didn't start to arise until Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler came into the picture. The end result cost him Nancy along with Tommy and Carol. Steve had told himself that the loss of Tommy and his incredibly bitchy girlfriend weren't much of a loss but after the break up with Nancy-
Was anything actually worth what he gave up in order to keep her?
He sighs lowly at the question. Was he actually ready for this? No, not really but hopefully it would be worth it in the end. ]
Sure.
[Steve shrugs off his jacket, noting the shiver from Eddie. It was kind of her not to notice. ]
Here.
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Oh, are we trading? [ That would definitely be one way to get people talking. If Eddie showing up in an old Hawkins High jacket wasn't enough, Steve rocking up in a beat up leather jacket with the chain on the wrist is basically them taking out a billboard along Main Street. ] If I had known it was this easy to get you in some better clothes I'd have done this much earlier.
[ Like this whole thing was her idea.
Still, she shrugs out of her own thinner jacket and hands it off to Steve so they can switch. As she shrugs his on, she tries not to breathe in too obviously: Steve's fancy rich-boy cologne scent is strongest at the collar and it's all she can focus on right now. She's terrified her cheeks are pink enough that he'll notice. She's trying to be co, but it's harder than she thought it would be. ]
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[He argues as they make the switch. Steve also figures that maybe wearing his jacket will make Eddie feel a bit more covered in her appearance. She's going to be warm and snug regardless.
Steve pulls Eddie's jacket on, it's a bit of a tight fit considering Steve's a bit bigger in the chest, arms and shoulders. He inhales the scent of leather, weed and is that a hint of perfume? It smells-
Nice. ]
You good?
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[ She's laughing softly as she tugs on the hem of his jacket, the edge barely covering her ass. She's almost as tall as Steve, but she's a little longer in the torso than he is, and while the skirt makes her legs look longer than they are, his jacket is still sitting at just about where a jacket should. If she did it up it would probably hug her hips nice and snug.
Steve looks good in her leather. It's a little too snug to be practical, but he makes it look good, his broad swimmer's shoulders stretching the leather out just enough to really accentuate the shape of his torso. Eddie has to clear her throat a little more than expected as she pinches off the joint and tucks what's left of it into her pocket.
She jostles her elbow against his and takes a step away from his car. ]
If you keep asking me that I'm going to hit you.
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Steve can't deny its an attractive look.
He suddenly stops for a moment once he catches sight of her in his jacket. Goddamn, does this girl look incredible in every fucking jacket she wears? Why does his own have to fit her nicely? Like it's meant for her to wear and show off like all those other girls had.
Only Eddie looks like she belongs in it.
Fuck. ]
You think hitting me in a tiny skirt is a good idea? You might flash your ass.
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Isn't that the whole point of this?
[ They decided to try and get Carver to bust a nut over her, didn't they?
Eddie still thinks Steve's blowing hot air up her ass about whether or not other jocks find her attractive, but if there's one thing Eddie loves to do, it's play pretend and dress up. This is a slightly more public venue than she usually uses, but the principle is the same. Steve's varsity letterman jacket and her ridiculous mini skirt are a layer of metaphorical armor that she's using to protect herself as she pretends this is perfectly normal and not at all a situation that makes sweat crop up along the back of her neck. ]
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This is literally the weapon of women.
Steve flashes her that famous Steve Harrington smirk. Come on, Eddie knows the one all so well. Almost instantly Steve moves to follow after her, eyes focusing on her every move. ]
And you're a tease? Carver is going to stroke out.
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I am tonight! [ she declares, a little spring in her step that accentuates the sway of her hips for a few steps before she stumbles and barks out a much more familiar laugh, catching herself on the side of someone's Jeep. ]
Fuck, that's a lot harder than it looks. And I'm not even wearing heels. [ That was one thing she wasn't willing to change for tonight. Breaking her ankle would not be worth making Carver make a fool of himself. ]
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Only it's not.
Eddie isn't gay and she sure as hell doesn't mind flashing her ass in a skirt. No way in hell would Robin be so bold.
Steve tries not to fixate on the way Eddie's hips sway and the skirt inches up ever so slightly with each step. It takes him a moment to realize that he's checking out Eddie's ass and the way the mini skirt has shaped it nicely.
Yeah. Shit. ]
Jesus!
[He calls out as she stumbles suddenly and his hand is grabbing the back of the jacket to help Eddie regain a bit of her footing. ]
Easy.
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When Steve reaches out to steady her, it's easy to reach back, to grab his arm and slip hers through his so they're linked at the elbow. ]
I'm good. [ She squeezes his arm and bumps into him a little, knocking her shoulder against his and turning to grin at him, the expression a little smaller and a little more honest than the one she gave him earlier. ] You're here to protect me, right?
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How the girls basically swooned over him and begged to be his next.
Eddie had never shown any interest herself back in those days. Not that Steve would have noticed considering all the girls he had been sleeping with each week. However; it does catch him a bit off guard when Eddie grins and links their arms.
This is new. ]
Always.
[That word falls from Steve's lips unexpectedly and it leaves his face burning. The hell was that?
Always?
Shit. ]
I said I would, didn't I.
[That's better.]
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She should have been, though. Probably. Steve's never joined in on D&D, has often proclaimed at great length and at full volume that he'd never play their nerd game even if they paid him, but she's come to know him as the kind of person who throws himself whole-heartedly into anything that's put in front of him. Even, apparently, if that something is pretending to be with her to both protect her virtue and also to upset those looking to besmirch it.
She only just barely manages to resist the urge to pull her hair in front of her face and instead huffs at him, a smile tucked in the corner of her mouth as they approach the doors to the gym. ]
That you did, Stevie. That you did.
[ Time to face the music. ]
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It's a heart ache he would rather not experience again.
Shit. They're seriously doing this.
Steve can hear chanting upon entering the gym, he keeps himself close to Eddie as they make their grand entrance as fucking king and queen. He can feel eyes zoning in on them, its this insane feeling of slow motion.
He can see the smirk on Robin's face, the shock on Nancy's and basically everyone else in the gymnasium. Heads spin and jaws drop at the sight of Eddie. Steve is pretty sure he heard a few cat calls
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It feels like everything around them has just stopped while everyone suddenly begins to gawk and point.]
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The fact that it feels like they're marching into battle, like it felt back when they really were marching towards certain death, isn't helping at all.
She's choosing to ignore the cat calling that may or may not be happening, because while she knows she's something of a spectacle right now, Eddie isn't delusional enough to think that the entire gym is looking at them.
It just feels that way. ]
C'mon, let's see if we can still get a good seat. [ Lucas gets a little finger-wave as they pass, and this time she can't help but laugh at the way he gawks at her; alright, he's looking at her, but the rest of the team isn't. Are they? No. Right? ]
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Who would have thought?
The gymnasium feels stuffy and warm as they make their entrance. Steve would rather not think it's him and blame it on a packed crowd. Steve feels like he's marching into some war, some long awaited battle with Eddie by his side.
They've done this before. ]
You got a preference?
[He asks as he takes a glance around and catching sight at a very wide eyed and mouth dropped Henderson and little Wheeler.]
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[ Of course, since they dawdled in the parking lot, there aren't that many seats available, so their choices are limited.
Reaching out, she snags her fingers around Steve's wrist and starts to climb, tugging him behind her, grateful that it's him behind her because every step she takes has her skirt inching higher and higher up her hips. How do girls even wear these? ]
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At least the game hasn't started yet and they haven't missed much.
He makes a low noise in his throat as Eddie tugs him forward. Christ, of course she chooses to go up the bleachers. Goddammit....
Steve opts to stay close behind, a sacrifice he's willing to make if that means the whole school doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing Eddie's ass. That's a completely different story for Steve, however.
He tried to keep his eyes forward in search of a spot that can sit but every so often he catches a glimpse of Eddie's bare cheeks as she stomps up the bleachers energetically. ]
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Wherever they end up, Eddie has to spend a moment shimmying her skirt down her hips a little as they pick their way along to the open spaces they can claim for themselves, and when she turns back to look at Steve, her cheeks are pink.
She leans in closer so he can hear her over the low murmur of the crowd. ]
Thanks for blocking the view. [ Just because she's decided to brazen this out doesn't mean she's oblivious to what's happening. Having Steve at her back is one of the only things that's making her brave enough to go through with this. ]
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Uh huh.
[Comes his own reply. He keeps by Eddie's side as she chooses them a spot, his eyes falling along the court and avoiding all the eyes that are still gawking at them in awe and disbelief. It's a bit dramatic but thats Hawkins for you.]
Looks like we haven't missed anything.
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Would she be fine without him? She'd like to think so. But not having to find out is nice. A relief, a weight off her shoulders. ]
I feel like we're the main attraction. [ Her tone makes it sound completely preposterous, even though they both knew what they'd be getting into when they started this. ]
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Steve isn't worried too much about it considering he hadn't planned on attending in the first place. ]
You're the main attraction here.
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It's a lot harder for people to stare surreptitiously at her when she's up here, at least the ones who are on their side of the gym, which she appreciates. The other side of the gym has no problem staring at her, of course, and there definitely are people who twist to try and see her better.
She resists the urge to hunch her shoulders and instead straightens them, lifting her chin a little, letter her hair fall away from her face. ]
So who were you supposed to take out tonight? Who'd I jilt by stealing you away?
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Huh?
[He had actually forgotten about the date he had scheduled for the night, well sort of.]
Her name is Kristen. She's been in the video store a few times.
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