~Saturday night, September 1st, 1884~

{Scarlett's POV}

I've been speeding down the roads of Hawkins for about 3 hours now. Occasionally stopping at places I even remotely thought could be interesting. That included a diner, the movie theater, the high school I'd be attending come Monday morning, and finally a little back road I found that lead to a lake I could only assume is used for much more than the beautiful view.

I'd have to ask a local about it when given the chance. It looked to be the closest thing to a beach I was gonna get.

I parked my baby and hopped out. Strutting my way in the now dark skies and through the gravel. Finally plopping down in a grass area that was closest to the lake water.

Sighing as I laid down and looked up at the starry sky, taking in the moon and every last star.

This isn't so bad I thought.

But that thought was quickly diminished as the thoughts of what's to come went through my mind. Being here across the states to an unknown town was truly unsettling. Not that I would ever admit to that.

On the outside I would appear as calm and collected as I always do. Showing any kind of true vulnerability is a weakness and I am no pussy.

The constant battle on the inside is a different story and with that comes a hot boiling rage that I've never seem to clamp down on fully.

Which entirely fucks things up for me if I'm being honest with myself. My short temper has put me in quite a bit of predicaments back home.

My dad expects new beginnings here and I can't help but feel bad for how wrong he will be to think that this shit hole is the answer to all of our problems.

I sometimes wonder what kind of person I'd be if my mother never left us. Or if she had at least took me with her. Maybe then I would of been the daughter that every family would of wanted. The kind of girl you could take home to your parents. Perhaps even great at school and didn't fight all the time.

But alas I am not a single one of those things. I am the fuck up that has to be moved across the country because your father can't deal with you. I am the girl that no family wants to see their sons bring home. I am not a nice girl. I am a rough and tumble kind of girl and men are such fragile little creatures that are intimidated by even the smallest bit of a challenge. Schools hate me, teachers included and with a temper like mine I don't think the fighting will ever stop.

I sighed. Realizing I've been here far longer than I anticipated. I lift myself off the ground and make my way back to my car.

I popped in my Ratt album cassette tape, turning it up as I backed out and tore myself out of there. Racing my way back home to Old Cherry Road.

As I parked my pride and joy into the drive way, I finally realized how late it had gotten. The clock in my car reading 9:21pm.

Damn, lost track of time I thought.

Getting out, I couldn't help but notice the blue Camaro again. Thinking back to earlier when I flew past it with a smirk on my face. I was completely surprised he didn't try racing me. I would of totally took the bait.

Shaking my head, I pulled out the new house key I was given earlier today.

After unlocking the door I slowly and quietly made my way through it and then closing it with a silent thud. Cursing myself for all the inevitable noice as I went about my way to my room.

I turned on my light and noticed that my bed was now set up and ready to sleep on. Thank god because I did not want to take the time to dig out sheets and blankets for it.

I closed the door behind me and slunk down into bed still fully clothed. After about 10 minutes I decided that I wasn't going to be comfortable until I changed into pajamas. With a groan I forced myself to stand.

Making my way over to my closet that now had more then half my clothes hung up thanks dad I thought as I started to pick through them.

Thats when I heard the music again. Walking over to my window, I pulled the blinds up to take a look.

Across the way I can see mullet man shirtless and in his boxers. His face just as ruggedly beautiful as I thought it was going to be. Lethal even.

"Holy shit how can a man look like that'" I thought, eyes growing wide.

He seemed to be talking to someone that was just beyond his window. But by the way his face is scrunched up and his eyebrows are knitted together, he's not happy with whoever it is.

He throws a hand motioning to his window, then makes his way to said window, opening it all the way.

Just then a semi pretty blonde teenage girl appears in front of it. Her pastel pink shirt barely buttoned up and her face looking like she's been through one hell of a night. Tears streaking her face and mascara lines running down her cheeks.

"Well would you look at that.." I mutter.

I knew he was a man whore and a mean one at that. Whatever he said had blondie looking like her cat just died.

With one final look back at mullet man blondie climbs out his window and starts walking towards the front of our houses at a snails pace.

Feeling eyes on me I look back up at the boy and froze.

Piercing blue eyes stare back at me. Unable to look away at this point, I smirk.

He smirks back at me, leaning back with his arms crossed over his bare chest. I watch his eyes take me in for a moment. Starting from mid thigh all the way back up to my eyes. With a quirk of his eyebrow and the lick of his lips I could tell he most definitely liked what he saw.

Not wanting to further prosecute myself, I throw him a flirty wink with a mock salute and then snapped my blinds closed.