Steve couldn't believe he had got Nancy Wheeler to go out with him. He heard from many people how much of a priss she was, but goddamn, she was too beautiful. So he thought he might as well take a shot. Nothing could take down King Steve's ego, in his opinion.

It wasn't as simple as just asking her out. Sure, some girls liked it that way, but he could sense she wanted it more slowly. Eventually, he'd get to her heart.

So, after countless days of hitting on her and watching her blush, he finally slipped a note in her locker.

And there he was, making out with Nancy 'The Priss' Wheeler in the girl's bathroom. It was almost too good to be true.

"Steve…. Mmm," she mumbled around his lips, "I have to go."

"In a minute…." he complained as the bell rang.

"Steve. I really, like… Seriously, I have to go." Pulling away, she went to grab her backpack. Steve quickly ran to grab it instead, shoving it away from her.

"Wait, wait, wait. Let's… Come on, let's do something tonight, yeah?"

Picking up her books, she said, "Uh... No, I can't. I have to study for Kaminsky's test."

Steve scoffed. "Oh, come on. What's your GPA again? 3.999…"

"Kaminsky's tests are impossible."

"Well, then, just let me help."

"You failed chem."

"C-minus."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "Well, in that case…."

"So I'll be over around, say, like, 8:00?"

She shook her head. "Are you crazy? My mom would not-"

"I'll climb through your window. She won't even know I'm there. I'm stealthy, like a ninja."

"You are crazy."

"Wait, wait, wait. Just... Okay, forget about that," he sighed. "We can just… We can just, like, chill in my car. We can find a nice quiet place to park, and…."

"Steve…" she replied sternly, "I have to study. I'm not kidding."

"Well, why do you think I want it to be nice and quiet?" he responded smoothly. God, he was getting good at this.

Steve saw her blush. "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington." She grabbed her backpack and was just about to leave when she said, "Meet me at Dearborn and Maple at 8:00. To study."


The following few classes were painful as hell. It was an understatement to say that Steve hated high school. He was the exact opposite of his parents. Instead of doing incredibly well in high school and becoming super successful, he was a D and F student. Teachers downright hated his ass, and he was quite the troublemaker.

So, he was just thankful to be out of the classroom during lunch. Sitting down at a table, his two best friends, Tommy and Carol, joined him. All three were the most popular kids in school. It'd been that way for just about ever. Tommy and Carol had been a thing ever since middle school, always causing havoc for the school. So they'd been entirely shocked when Steve went for Nancy.

As Nancy and her friend, who Steve was 90% sure name was Barb, joined them at the table, Carol instantly started picking on them. Steve had to tell her to stop multiple times. Nancy was obviously getting quite uncomfortable.

"What? I'm just teasing her," Carol defended.

"Come on, can't you just be nice for one day?" Steve asked.

"You know that's impossible for me. Already got detention for later today."

"What'd you do?" Tommy responded.

"Called Ms. Wilson a pig."

As the couple began to laugh, Steve could see Nancy shrink back. He knew that was one of her favorite teachers.

The rest of lunch went by quickly, and Steve was forced to go to Pre-Calc. God, today was going to be painfully long.


Sneaking into Nancy's house was more challenging than expected. She had this little ledge to her window, but Steve was barely tall enough to reach it. More embarrassingly, her little brother saw the whole thing. Luckily, the kid merely rolled his eyes and rode his bike away. Why the kid was out so late, Steve had no clue. Maybe it was because his friend went missing? Nancy said something about that over the phone when she told him she couldn't meet up with him.

Finally making it to her window, Steve tapped on the glass. She looked over from her desk and gapped as he smiled. Then, running to lift the window open, Nancy said, "What are you doing here? I told you on the phone, I'm under house arrest now."

"I figured we'd just study here."

"No. No way."

Climbing through the window seal, he replied, "Oh, come on. I can't have you failing this test. So just... bear with me." He nearly fell over but managed to catch himself. "What'd I tell you? Ninja."

Sighing, she closed the window behind her. "You better help me actually study."

"I will, I promise."

Handing him a pair of note cards, she sat on her bed and let him join her. They went through way too many, in Steve's opinion. Nancy didn't seem to mind at all, though. Maybe she was even enjoying it.

"Which polymers occur naturally?" he asked.

Thinking for a moment, she replied, "Starch and cellulose."

Steve nodded. "In a molecule of CH4, the hydrogen atoms are spatially oriented towards the centers of-"

"Tetrahedrons."

"Wow," he said. "Jesus, how many of these did you make?"

"You said you wanted to help."

"How about this?" he suggested. "How about… How about every time that you get something right, I have to take off an item of clothing. But every time that you get something wrong-"

"Uh, pass."

"Oh, come on."

"No."

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"No!"

"During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their-"

"Melting point."

Steve shook his head and smirked. "Ooh, it's boiling points."

"That's what I meant."

"Yeah, that's not what you said."

"No."

"No? Oh, do you need... Do you need help, or…" Leaning in, Steve started to make out with her. He crawled over her, getting ready for something more to happen. Then, suddenly, she pushed her off of him.

"Steve. Steve, come on."

"What?"

"Are you crazy? My parents are here."

He looked around. "That's weird, I... don't see them."

Nancy sat up. "Was this your plan all along? To... to get in my room and then…get another notch on your belt."

"No. Nancy, no," he lied.

"I'm not Laurie, or Amy, or Becky."

"You mean, you're not a slut."

She paused. "That's not what I'm saying."

Steve smiled. "You know, you're so cute when you lie."

"Shut up."

Grabbing a teddy bear, he began to do a voice. "Bad Steve. Bad. Don't do that to Miss Nancy…"

She softly giggled. "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."

"You are beautiful, Nancy Wheeler."

As she smiled, he sat up and continued to quiz her. "Compared to the rate of inorganic reactions, the rate of organic reactions is generally…."