who would of thought| S.H
part four- | holly jolly | -part five
summary... steve "the king" harrington. you hate his guts, he hates you. he's dating your best friend nancy and you just hate how he's corrupting her. but one day in hawkins indiana 1983 a boy named will byers is missing and three days after that your other bestfriend barbara went missing, you tried to find her even tried to have nancy help but when an argument sparks between you both you decide to find her and the truth with or without nancy
⚠︎ enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, language, smoking, alcohol, explicit photos (not in detail), making out, steve and his friends are all assholes, takes place in season one
a.s/n... halfway done with szn 1🥹🥹
enemie!steve harrington x femalereader!henderson
steve harrington masterlist soundtrack♫ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|
dividers- @strangergraphics
nancy whirled around, her expression softening when she saw me. she stopped. waiting for me to join her before resuming her walk. "have you seen barb?" I asked, not giving her a chance to say hello
" no, that's actually what I was just doing. I'm going to call Mrs. Holland and see if barb managed to get home. hopefully she knows something"
I followed nancy to the phone booth. both of us walking briskly, she picked it up and put in a few quarters, dialing the holland's number. we waited about five seconds before someone on the other end of the phone said something inaudible
"Hi, Uh, Mrs. Holland, it's nancy?"
Mrs holland said something, to which nancy responded, "good, I'm good!"
wanting to know everything going on, I stood next to nancy, my ear pressed against the back of the phone. "Um, I was just wondering, uh, is barb there?" nancy asked
"Mmmm... No, she hasn't come home yet," Mrs holland informed
"but she did come home, after the vigil, right?"
"no, she said she was staying with you last night,"
I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking we were screwed. mrs holland was going to see right through our lie, and then call the cops, and even more people were going to freak out, and-
"right! Yes, she did, sorry," nancy lied, quickly covering our tracks. "I meant, did she come home this morning? I think she left some textbooks, and she was going to pick them up,"
"oh, um, no, I haven't seen her." my heart dropped to my stomach, something had happened to her
"you- you know what? I just remembered she's at the library." nancy stated
"nancy will you have her call me as soon as you find her?"
"yep, will do! sorry to bother you" nancy put the phone back in its spot, her face twisted up in concern
"I'm going to look for her ," I stated. "you coming?"
"i can't, I'm going to the game with steve"
I stopped and turned to her cocking my eyebrow. "Nancy, our best friend is missing. and you're worried about a date?"
"look, we don't want others to know and freak out, right? If I just cancel my date, right after and ask people 'have you seen my bestfriend' people would start to suspect"
"and I promise I'll come help, as soon as the game is over, it should only be about an hour or half an hour, ok?"
"what the hell nance? do you not get it? barb is missing because of us! because of you!" you spit. "If you hadn't slept around with steve or been with him at all none of this would ever had happened!"
"why are you getting so mad at me? just because you don't like steve and I'm dating him doesn't mean it's my fault?"
"yes it does!" you huffed out a laugh. "if you weren't dating a douche like him or hangout with his douchebag friends, barb would still be alive and with us!"
"it's not my fault I was having a great time!"
"I can tell, while harrington was screaming 'nancy' in pleasure, barb was screaming 'nancy' in horror!" you yelled. " he's corrupting you!"
"it's not my fault steve threw you into the water like ethan dugray did when you were fifteen!" nancy shouted
you flinched at the words choice she used. "What?"
nancy realized what she just said. "Heather"
"No, no, no, no." you huffed. "fuck you nance, I trusted you with that shit!"
"I didn't mean to say it" nancy firmly said
"really? because you knew that would hurt me!"
"I promise I didn't mean it, it's just-"
"forget it nance" you turn away from her. "I want my stuff out of your car right now!" you yelled while walking away
nancy sighed. we strolled out to her car in uncomfortable silence. you and nancy never argue but if you do it's usually dumb stuff. you didn't get it, steve over barb? her own friend. just for this stupid date, steve is really changing her and not for the best. before we could cross the parking lot to nancy's car, I noticed a group of people standing close to us
I quickly scanned them. tommy, carol, steve and this girl in my grade named nicole were all standing around, looking at... jonathan. I immediately forgot what I was doing before and headed towards the group, nancy followed closely behind
I pointed to the group and said, "if I had to take a guess, I would say that steve is harassing jonathan, and with all the stupid things he's going through, i would be an idiot to let that slide!"
the group didn't take notice of us until nancy asked. "what's going on?"
"here's the starring lady!" tommy mocked
I glanced at jonathan, hoping he had some sort of answer, his eyes were fixed to the ground while his body shifted between his two feet. that definitely wasn't jonathan behavior
"this creep was spying on us last night," carol answered, giving jonathan one of her signature glares. my eyes slightly narrowed, confused by what I was hearing. "he was probably gonna save this one for later!"
carol handed a photo over to nancy, who's eyes widened with shock, I looked over her shoulder, my jaw dropping open. it was a photo of nancy through steve's window, which is creepy enough in itself. but what made it worse was the fact that nancy was undressing herself. my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, disappointment, and anger
I knew jonathan was having a rough time, but taking pictures of girls undressing was overstepping the line. "see, you can tell that he knows it's wrong, but... man. that's the thing about perverts. it's hardwired into them," steve spat, brushing any dust off jonathan's shoulder. it would've been a friendly gesture in a completely different situation, but now mocking his action. "you know, they just can't help themselves."
steve started ripping up the picture he was holding, scowling at jonathan the entire time. tommy laughed, and for once in my life I didn't stand up for jonathan, infact I wanted harrington to rip up every. single. photo jonathan had taken last night, and I wanted to help him
"so, we'll just have to take his toy, away!"
"no, please not the camera," jonathan begged. he looked at me for reassurance, but I looked at steve. I wasn't sure what I thought of jonathan after this, anymore, but it definitely wasn't pride. when he saw I wasn't going to do anything, he surged after steve, ready to grab his camera, but tommy shoved him back
"no, no, wait, wait, tommy, tommy... it's ok," steve assured, holding out jonathan's camera. "here you go, man"
jonathan reached forward to grab his camera, but as soon as his fingers brushed the object, steve dropped it. the crack as the camera smashed into pieces echoed in the air, louder than it should've been. "C'mon let's go the game's about to start" steve started to walk off with carol and nicole behind him, tommy was with them, but stopped when he reached me. he shoved a couple of pictures of me
"there for you, henderson!"
even though I never did anything last night, I was still worried to see what jonathan had gotten a picture of. nevertheless, I studied the pictures. this one was taken while I was sitting on the porch, not to long after steve had thrown me into the pool. the towel was wrapped around my shoulders and the beer was in my hand as I waited for barb...
barb. I was supposed to be looking for barb, not studying pictures someone took of me last night. I folded them up and shoved them in my jacket, glaring at jonathan before speaking, "just because you're going through something doesn't mean you can do weird shit like this and get away with it!" before I walked away
nancy was long gone by now, following the group as they went to the game, meaning I truly was on my own for the entire time, I shouldered my bag and walked towards the harrington's house, hoping I'd find something
my voice was hoarse from screaming for the past hour. I'd combine through these woods at least twice, yet there was still no sign of barb, no trodden down bushes, no clothing articles, heck there weren't any footprints, either! that was definitely the weirdest part, I couldn't find any from that weird monster either. I mean, I would've expected that to leave something behind, but nothing was out of the ordinary
maybe I really was drunk and my trauma did do something to my vision, hopefully that's what happened and barb was just hiding. still, I continued to search
"Barb,?" a familiar voice called
"well. look who finally decides to show up!" I bitterly said. walking towards the source, finding nancy aimlessly wondering near steve's pool
nancy turned to me, her expression almost hopeful. her face fell when she realized it was me
"No! it's not barb!" I snapped
"I see that. have you found anything?"
"No!" I sighed. "why are you here though?"
"what do you mean? barbs my friend.. I- I'm looking for her!"
"I thought you were harrington, huh?" you huffed
"Yeah well, I wanted to help you find barb!"
"that's not what you were saying at school!"
"okay well I didn't mean it!"
"but you meant that ethan dugray sentence!"
"for the last time, I said I was sorry?"
"and for the last time, you still said it!"
"Look! I'm sorry ok! please I screwed up"
"Why. Are. You. Here. Nance?" I firmly stated
"Nancy!" I shouted. " What do you not understand! Why. Are. You. Here?"
nancy sighed before speaking "I knew you were looking for barb here, and I came to say I'm sorry!"
"yes!" she answered. "I also found barbs car where it was last night but not her"
something rustled behind me, breaking our conversation. I whipped my head back and stared, trying to find what had caused it. anxiety crept into my chest as I thought about the thing last night
"you heard that too, right?" nancy whispered. I nodded
in the corner of my vision, I caught something long and gray sprinting past us. my head snapped towards it, instantly recognizing it. I didn't even say anything to nancy, instead I grabbed her hand and ran. trying to put us much space between us and that monster
"Heather! Heather, stop!" nancy yelled. I ignored her, and continued to run
"Heather!" she twisted her hand out of my grasp, quickly catching my breath
I glanced up at nancy, my hands planted on my knees with my chest heaving, "i-i don't know"
"you're not telling me something," she stated, her arms folded across her chest. how was she not out of air?
"you're right!" I admitted. "I didn't tell you everything because I didn't know if I was seeing things right. but after seeing that alien, everything makes sense." I recounted the story of what happened, how that monster had confronted me on steve's porch but didn't follow me. when I was done, nancy didn't appear skeptical
"so you think that thing has something to do with barb's disappearance?
I nodded, "I'm almost positive. and I think it has something to do with will, too"
"how do you know we aren't just seeing things? like, what if that was just an albino deer?"
"Nancy, I've seen that same thing twice, now. I don't think my eyesight would deceive me twice. plus you saw it too."
nancy sighed, " yeah, I guess."
my mind suddenly got an idea, I pulled out the photos tommy had given me, specifically the one I saw before. I ignored my frozen figure and glanced at the background, searching for anything out of place
"there," I pointed. nancy looked down at the picture, her eyes focusing on my finger, underneath my finger was the alien, exactly as I remembered. tall, gray and faceless. Oh, and terrifying. I forgot to mention that
"no idea," I admitted, folding the paper back up and shoving it back into my jacket. "I'm going to find it, though, and kill that son of a bitch!"
"me too!" nancy added, looking me in the eyes. "we are gonna find barb and will. and kill that bastard!"
I offered nancy a satisfied smile, beginning to walk away, when I noticed nancy wasn't following me, I stopped and scrunched my eyebrows
nancy stood there, her eyebrows scrunched in thought
"that- that thing. let me see it"
I pulled out the photo and handed it to nancy, confused about what she wanted. she gripped the photo, her hands shaking tremendously
"did you see if that thing has teeth?"
"yeah, yes, it has teeth"
"what if, that thing killed barb?"
chills raced up my spine, processing what nancy had told me. that thing did seem aggressive, but maybe it was just hungry-
no, no, I wasn't going to let that thought go any further. I plastered on a smile and lied. "I'm sure she's fine. I mean, looks can be deceiving, it might've just been curious"
"yeah, curious if barb tasted good or not?" nancy snapped
"hey, hey. nancy we need to stay positive, ok?"
"weren't you positive will was just going to school early?"
my mouth dropped open, feelings of betrayal appearing in my mind. I glared at nancy before speaking. "and weren't you positive that harrington hadn't told the whole school?" I yelled before walking away
nancy flinched at the words I said before she spoke again "it's just the truth!" she yelled.
"same with harrington's lies!" I yelled back and continued walking
my hand gripped the cold gun, making my skin feel like it was glued to the steel, my other hand was swinging the flickering flashlight around. looking for any clues of the weird monster, the bright light landed on a trail of indents in the ground. I stopped to get a better look
the tracks resembled a distorted hand, with unnaturally long fingers that ended with a deeper dent towards the end, something glistened at the bottom. I grazed my fingers on it, pulling them back when I realized it was wet and sticky. disgusting
I stood up and walked down the path, trying to find where the path ended, I had maybe walked a few feet before something breathed down my back. I whirled around and swung my gun, the cold steel colliding into something, a loud crack echoed in the air before someone groaned
"yeah, it's me henderson, what did you hit me with?" steve groaned. I flashed my flashlight in his face, noticing the irritated mark on his left cheek
"are you stalking me!?" I accused, completely ignoring his question
"no, actually, I noticed you snooping around my property and wanted to scare you, what are you doing here? and can you please lower this stupid light?" he demanded, his eyes squinting as he shoved the flashlight towards the ground
"i was- uh looking for will," I lied, thinking about what nancy had said earlier. "I wasn't snooping, either. it's called being a detective"
"no, I think it's called snooping," steve snapped
I rolled my eyes and spat, "well, since we've settled that matter, I think im just going to go."
I began walking back in the path when steve blurted out. "why were you scared yesterday?"
feinging confusion, I turned around and raised an eyebrow. "what?"
"last night, at my party, why were you freaking out about getting thrown in my pool?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I snapped, swinging the flashlight back and forth
steve walked closer to me, his face set in determination before stating, "bull. you fidget when you lie. you know exactly what I'm talking about."
you were stunned he knew that. stunned he knew you fidget when you lie. but even more mad when he brought it up. "how'd you-"
"oh c'mon hev, don't act like we weren't friends in seventh!"
"and let's not act like you left me during freshman year!" you answered. "you left me for fame and popularity with carol and tommy during ninth grade! and I'm just going to pretend I'm fine?!"
"well I thought you were?"
"well I wasn't, harrington. I don't know if you knew this but my life was a hell hole during freshman year! I had someone trying to kill me who I trusted, I was bullied by my only friend and you never asked me you left me!!" you yelled
steve flinched at your words, hurt written all over his face. "hev, I'm sorry. I know that was a real dick move of me-"
"dick move? you still are one! you're corrupting my friend, barb is now missing all because you wanted nancy to pleasure you and i just told you my personal stuff and I don't even trust you, which obviously I shouldn't because you're going to use that against me and bully me again. I blurted. "but face it harrington. I'm not that same fifteen year old girl who is going to run back to her mother and cry on her shoulder!"
"look I'm sorry okay, I was a dick and still am one but ever since sophomore year, you've only referred to me as 'harrington' never as steve. and when you did you call me steve, you looked terrified. and then, you got out of my pool almost instantly and when I gave you a towel and a beer you said you hated me and went home after that. "Why?"
"because, harrington, trauma is trauma and water is water"
"what is that supposed to mean?"
"gosh harrington you're so dumb, you'll figure it out when you matured enough"
"are you always this nosy? or are you just feeling particularly annoying tonight?"
"nosy. and how did you know I fidget when I lie?" I brought up
"we were best friends, hev" he stated. "we did everything and anything together, nothing could have stopped us"
"yeah we 'were' now you're just some person I hate with my guts" you say, trailing off. "but I don't remember telling you that."
"you didn't I just figured it out on my own. context clues" steve said, hands on his hips giving you a small but genuine smile
"wow harrington being smart for once!" you said voice laced with sarcasm. "you know since we're confessing" trailing off "...I hated how-.. how we had some good memories, but you being popular and famous around the school did stop us."
harrington chuckled. "uh-huh." steve answered. "kinda sad it's over" he said, his face guilty
you looked at him to see if this was real, harrington looked sad, he apologized and you both reminisce through the old days. the good ones. as much as you would've loved to laugh at harrington and make a snarky comment, you couldn't. you didn't
"yeah well, maybe when this is all over we can hang or something" you say giving harrington a sly smile
police sirens cut through the air, cutting off the "moment". I whirled towards the road, catching bright flashes of blue and red. I racked my brain, trying to remember what was down the road. my eyes widened as I realized where the police were going
"sattler quarry," I breathed, panic hitting my chest
"what?" steve interrupted
I completely ignored steve and ran towards the road, catching sight of three police cars whipping around the corner. I cursed aloud before sprinting after them, praying that it was just a false alarm, or that someone was playing a cruel joke, or that this had nothing to do with the disappearance
"henderson!" steve yelled behind me. "Wait, what's going on?!"
I wanted to turn around and scream at him, tell him I had bigger problems to worry about then trying to fill him in on what's going on between me and my brother's problems, but I didn't want to waste a second. I ran faster, ignoring the footsteps trailing behind me. about five minutes later, I arrived on absolute chaos
people were crowded around the mouth of the lake, red and blue lights decorating the trees and the ground, I pushed through the crowd, my heart breaking when I saw the figure
"Will," I whispered, tears springing to my eyes. I wanted to run and see him, but noticing all the cops and people stopped me from making a move
"henderson, what-" steve's sentence abruptly ended once he noticed what I was looking at. "Oh sh-"
"hold these," I ordered, noticing lucas and dustin. I shoved my gun and flashlight at steve before sprinting over to them, blinking away tears. I wrapped my arms around both of them and buried my face in dustin's hair
"that can't be will," lucas muttered. "she said he was alive."
"who said will was alive?" I asked, pulling away to study the duo's faces
"just- just someone from school," dustin responded, his eyes casted towards the ground. suspicion gnawing at my gut, but i ignored it. right now, lucas and dustin needed support, not interrogation
"where's mike?" I questioned, suddenly noticing the wheeler boy missing
"he left already." lucas replied
"Lucas!" a feminine voice called interrupting me. us three turned our attention over to mrs. sinclair who was quickly making her way over to us
"oh sweetie," she cooed, pulling lucas into her embrace. she noticed us, and gestured for us to join them. dustin and I complied, I wasn't going to break down. not yet, anyway
"what was steve harrington doing there?"
"What?" I asked, turning my attention to dustin
"steve harrington. he was there"
"oh, he just decided to follow me," I answered, not too far from the truth
"were you hanging out with him?"
"me? hanging out with harrington" I snorted a laugh. "you are funny, thinking imma hang with daddy's money harrington over there, he was following me."
dustin and I arrived at our house after a ten minute walk from the lake, dustin was about to do his own thing when I pulled him into a hug
"hey, i- I'm here for you, if you need anything," I whispered, tears beginning to flow down my face. dustin broke down in my embrace, his hands gripping the back of my shirt. I pulled him closer to me, my shirt quickly becoming wet, I ignored it and continued to hug dustin
after a minute or two, dustin had pulled away from me, his eyes completely bloodshot and soaked with tears. I gave him a comforting smile
"we'll get through this, ok?"
"ok," he sniffled, his eyes looking towards the ground
"I'm going to go take a shower," I informed gently touching his shoulder. "mom should be back in a few minutes, ok?"
I waited for dustin to get in his room before I went to my own, grabbing my pajamas, I then went back down the hall and into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. I stood under the shower head. doing nothing but thinking
will byers was dead. what more could I have done? maybe, if I hadn't gone to steve's stupid party, I could've found him. I could've saved him. he was probably terrified the last few moments of his life. why couldn't I have been there for him? I leaned my head against the tile, more tears flowing out. what did this mean for barb then? does this mean she was dead, too? was she also somewhere, in that lake, quietly. waiting to be found? my head began to throb with an excruciating headache
I quickly washed my hair, wanting to get out of the shower and in my bed, as I trudged into my room, the phone rang, the loud brinngg doing nothing to help my headache. I picked up the phone and mumbled, "hello?"
"heather, this is nancy, I wanted to apologize for the whole barb thing and the ethan dugray thing, I never should of said that. it was so wrong in my part and-"
"no, nancy, you're right," I sighed, my voice beginning to crack. "I think something happened to barb, just like something happened to will. what if she's suffering right now? what if-"
"Heather" nancy interrupted, her voice calm. "I'm not here to talk about barb. I'm here for you. I'm here to say sorry and make things right. are you ok?"
"No," I choked, a lump forming in my voice
"do you want to talk about it?"
"No, not tonight. I still need to process everything. thanks though,"
"if you need to talk, you have my number" nancy stated, the quickly added, "oh, and I'm sorry about what I said earlier, in the woods, that was real shitty of me, I just-"
"it's fine, I get it," I assured. "bye nance, see you tomorrow" I hung up the phone, suddenly exhausted from our conversation, yet, I couldn't go to sleep. I sighed, remembering that jonathan had taken another picture of me. I reached down and grabbed my jacket, searching my pockets for the photos. when I found it, I carefully studied it, confused
It was right before steve had thrown me into his pool. both steve and i looked completely different, my face was completely vulnerable clearly displaying terror. steve looked sympathetic instead of his usual, snotty self
It looked like a wholesome photo if tommy wasn't right behind steve, his face full of mischief and malicious intent. I elected to ignore him and instead focused on steve. the thought once again came. why was steve being so nice to me? and why was he so worried about knowing why I was scared? most importantly, why was I being nice to him? I hate him, he's my enemy.
I doubt he suddenly had a 'change of heart,' but the idea that he was only doing it because I was his girlfriend's best friend didn't sound right either
"who are you, steve harrington?" I muttered, placing the photo on my nightstand. I reached for my pistol, but remembered that I gave it to steve, Great. more interacting with steve harrington was coming my way
my eyes fluttered open the next morning, irritated by the sunlight. I sat up, glancing around my room, trying to remember what happened yesterday. when my eyes landed on some pictures of nancy, barb and me, everything came flooding back to me. will had died. barb was missing, I groaned immediately wishing I could just go back to sleep and dream all the chaos away but others needed me
i had to be there for dustin, nancy and jonathan. I repeated my morning routine, through everything felt harder to do. harder to do my makeup, to pick an outfit, to do my hair, harder to eat and even harder to get into nancy's car, and now I was sitting in nancy's passenger seat, sighing and huffing
"nancy, listen, I get you want to help me, but I'm still processing everything, ok? I'll tell you when I'm ready, I promise"
nancy didn't say anything, leaving us in an awkward silence. of course I wanted to talk to someone about it. I just didn't know what to say, didn't wanna say the wrong thing and have everyone suddenly all over me, saying "it's ok, heather! It wasn't your fault!" that would be so annoying, so I just kept my mouth shut
nancy pulled into her regular parking spot both of us were still silent. I quickly exited and started to briskly walk to the school when nancy stopped me with a hug
the all too familiar lump formed in my throat, making it impossible to form words. instead, I hugged nancy a little tighter and nodded my head. the bell broke us apart, I quickly wiped my eyes and smiled at nancy, mumbling a "thank you" before jogging to class
"class? may I have your attention?"
while everyone else stopped to look at the teacher, my eyes stayed glued to the desk. I honestly couldn't have cared less about cells or genetics mutations at a moment like this
"im sure many of you have heard the news about will byers, and how it is by all means a traumatic event. However-"
"i told you, byers probably killed him," tommy snickered. my fist tightened, making my knuckles white
"dude, shut up!" steve scolded
"and I'm sure henderson helped him"
I whirled around faster than lightning, my face twisted up in a glower
"you know what, tommy? go to hell, if I would have killed him I would have killed you!"
I looked back up to the front of the classroom, my lips turned downward in an annoyed frown, the teacher's face was red, his knuckles white as mine, still. I didn't care
"Office. Now. Take your stuff!"
"how about no! Why can't you take obsessed tommy out of class, i was actually defending myself!"
"well tommy isn't disrupting my class!"
"the only 'person' disrupting your class is you by yelling at me and not just moving on with the lesson!"
"heather, office now. before I call security and they escort you out!"
"bitch" I mumbled scoffing, grabbing my bag and walking to the door
"what was that, heather? couldn't hear you? maybe speak up?"
"i called you a bitch! Do you want me to say it louder? Bitch!" I mocked. slamming the door behind me. I got occasional glances from kids sluffing class and loitering the halls, but their focus quickly shifted to behind me. confused, I turned around
tommy was walking not too far behind me, his face set in a smirk. like me, his bag was slung over his shoulder, the anger I felt. I just wanted to beat tommy's ass and also call him a bitch. I shoved all my thoughts down and looked ahead
"yes, hagan?" I snapped, my eyes still looking forward
"how'd you know it was me?"
"who wouldn't recognize your annoying voice"
"ok. henderson, how'd you do it?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about, I didn't say anything mostly because I knew he was just trying to get under my skin
"hey! I asked you a question!" tommy grabbed my shoulder and flipped me towards him. "how'd you kill him?"
"i didn't kill him so get your hands off me before you don't have any" I growled through gritted teeth. "Leave. Me. Alone!" I pushed his hand away from my shoulder and walked away
"did you shove him in the lake?" tommy yelled. "Or did you kill him before and then throw him in?"
"Gosh hagan you're so obsessed with all of this. fuck off!"
I slammed the door behind me, glad to get away from tommy for a minute. I collapsed into one of the chairs as the secretary stared at me
"can I help you, Ms. Henderson?" She asked, her face clouded with confusion
"that stupid biology teacher I have sent me here!" I responded, trying to keep my voice level
"I don't remember his last name."
the secretary sighed before turning to her computer. she typed in a few letters while the office door swung open. tommy sat a few chairs down, his eyes glued to me the entire time. I scoffed and ignored him
"Mr Smith is his name." she informed, giving her attention back to me
"that's the most boring name ever! just like his personality," I drawled. "it really matches!"
"you, Mr. Hagan, what are you here for?" she asked. Ignoring my statement
"was sent here by good ole mr. smith." he answered, his voice laced with sarcasm
the secretary glanced between tommy and I, obviously trying to come up with some elaborate conspiracy that linked between us. after a minute she sighed, and said "tell me what happened?"
"henderson here told me to go to h- a very bad place," tommy corrected
"only because you were harassing me!" I argued, sitting up and glaring at tommy
"i said something to you!"
"yeah, something insensitive!"
"Alright, Alright, enough!" the secretary scolded. I laid back in my seat, my arms folding across my chest as an annoyed sigh escaped my lips. "Ms Henderson, what was the insensitive thing Mr. Hagan said?"
"he was just saying cruel things about the byers ," I stated, glowering at the freckled boy. "talking about how jonathan killed will and I helped him"
the secretary seemed shocked at my statement she kept glancing between tommy and I, trying to decide what to do? finally she grabbed her notepad and wrote something down, holding a slip of paper out for me
"ms. henderson, you're free to go back to class. give this to Mr. Smith. Mr. Hagan, we're going to have a little chat about something called 'a time and a place'."
i took the paper and gave one last smirk at tommy before heading back out into the hall, I glanced down to where my class was, then ditched the idea. I didn't want to deal with Mr. Smith or whatever common name he has, and you know what? I wasn't going to. So, instead of heading straight down the hall, I took a right and hid in the girl's bathroom
I studied myself in the mirror, a smirk starting to shine on my face
I'd heard my last name so much today that it was starting to get annoying. nonetheless, I turned to the person, immediately rolling my eyes
"great more drama!" I sighed. "Listen harrington, if you say anything about will-"
"this isn't about byers," steve snapped. "It's about barb!"
Immediately, steve piqued my attention. I fully stopped what I was doing and asked, "do you know something about her? is she safe? did they find her? is she ali-"
"no, no, nothing like that. Listen, the police know about barb's disappearance, and they're interrogating all of us. please, please don't mention anything about the beers-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there, one of my best friends is missing, a little boy was found dead last night, there's possibility a killer roaming around on the loose, and you're worried about, what? getting in trouble with daddy?"
"listen, I wasn't planning on mentioning them anyway, but now that you've brought it up, maybe I'll go out of my way to mention it"
"but you'd get in trouble, too," steve pointed out
I laughed. "Not by my mom, she honestly couldn't give two shits as long as I'm not driving. the cops wouldn't do anything about it either, especially after will and barbs disappearence. I got nothing to lose"
steve opened his mouth, then closed it again, he sighed. "Please, just don't mention anything."
"no promises" I smirked. turning to walk away, but steve grabbed my shoulder
"you were looking for barb last night, right? even before I found you?"
"yeah, nancy and I went looking earlier, why? does it affect you or some?"
"did you.... see something?"
I raised an eyebrow and asked, "what do you mean?"
"nancy just said something about seeing a bear-"
"yeah, I saw something," I interrupted, "but it was probably just a person in a mask trying to scare us"
"what if it was the person who killed will?"
"why wouldn't they have attacked me and nancy?"
I didn't have a good response to steve's answer, so I asked, "do you still have my gun?"
I sighed, "can i come by after school to pick them up?"
steve thought for a minute, then answered, "yeah, I should be home by then"
"ok, I'll be there after school," I assured, already starting to walk off. "If there is a single scratch on it, harrington, you're dead."
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