~Saturday, September 1st,1984~

{Scarlett's POV}

"Fuck."

It's been a never ending chant in my head the whole drive to Indiana. Leaving Oregon, my final year of high school wasn't my choice. In fact, I fought almost bloody to not have this happen to me. But here I am driving 75mph in my 1979 all black Camaro, following behind my asshole of a dad.

The drive to Hawkins was brutal. My dad barely even wanted to stop and all I've had to talk to for the last 35 hours is myself. So I resorted to chain smoking and blasting my music as loud as my baby would let me.

While the final chorus of 'You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC' played, we finally pulled up to 4818 Cherry Lane...my "new" home.

What kind of dump is this? I thought, pulling further up the curb to make room for the moving truck that was behind me.

First thing I noticed getting out of the car was the smell. Crushing my cigarette on the ground with the heel of my boot, I walked up to my dad's truck in front of me. He was just getting out.

"Tell me this smell isn't permanent, dad?" I asked, while pinching my nose closed.

His shit-eating grin told me everything I needed to know.

"Fuck, really?" I say with a groan as I watch him close his truck door.

I look at my new house and can't help but compare it to the beach house back in Oregon.

In Lincoln City, Oregon, the weather isn't much different right now, but knowing there isn't a beach nearby really fucks with my whole way of living. Back at home, I'd spend everyday on the beach if I could help it. Now I'm stuck in the cow shit town of Hawkins, Indiana, wondering where I went wrong.

To be fair, I wasn't exactly the best teenager back home. I know my dad is hoping for new beginnings, but there is no way in hell he's getting that from me. I was already an asshole, but now he took my one and only good thing away by moving me across the United States.

"What do you think, chick? The house isn't on a beach, but it's not too bad." My dad asks.

I can feel him staring at me while I take another once over of the house.

It's a sturdy looking white one-story house with an outside porch and 1 car garage attached to the left side. The paint on the outside appears to be chipping and the banister on the front porch stairs is leaning a-bit but otherwise not half as bad as I imagined it to be. Then again, I haven't been inside yet.

I shrug. "It's something alright." I mutter, finally turning my attention back to him.

With a small groan, he stares back at me with dull eyes. I roll my eyes at him. "Okay, okay, it's not terrible." I say with my hands up in mock surrender.

He seemed to be okay with that response because he turns away from me and starts making his way up the small concrete walkway to the front of the house.

I sigh, following him. As he opens the door, I watch the movers slowly back the moving truck into the driveway.

Looking around, I notice a Camaro almost identical to my baby in the next-door neighbor's driveway. That one being blue whereas mine is black.

Huh, someone with taste, I see. I thought.

Ripping my eyes away from the z28, I turn back to my dad who was now walking into the front door. Following him, I step into the threshold.

My first thought being...'Nope. This place sucks.'

Through the front door, your met with the living room first. Big enough to fit our sectional, at least. But it felt like a dungeon with it only having the one window that out looks the front of the house.

Off on the right side of the house is the kitchen and dining room. Big enough for a family of 4 at least. Too big for the small family of 2 that is us. Honestly, though only being me most of the time with my dad having to be gone because of work. There is more than enough room.

Something about this place irks me. Maybe the fact that it's so bland and dull, just like the rest of the town Ive seen or maybe I'm just being a petty asshole. Either way, fuck this whole town.

"Your room is down the hall, the second door on the right, Scar." Dad said, interrupting my thoughts.

I muttered a "thanks" and made my way to the place I'd be spending most of my time.

Entering, I notice it's a pretty decent size room. Big enough to fit my queen-size bed and the whole dresser set.

My bathroom connected to the right of the room, as well as the closet further down the wall.

''Alright, I'll give props where it's due. This is a decent room' I thought to myself.

Walking further into the room, something caught my eye outside my window.

Stepping up to it, I notice I can see inside my neighbor's bedroom and inside said bedroom stood a boy.

He was looking in a mirror, looks to be doing his hair, actually. I can't see his face, but just by the look of his ass in those dark blue tight denim jeans and the way his blue shirt clung to his clearly muscled back as well as the curly mullet being styled to perfection, I can already tell he was trouble. With a capital T.

That and putting 2 and 2 together and coming up with the conclusion that the Camaro parked in the front of his house belongs to him. Trouble.

Smirking to myself, my eyes stayed glued to the dude's back.

Nice ass, mullet, and a Camaro just about as cool as mine. Without even seeing his face, I can tell he's most likely one of the hottest boys around this dreary town.

"No way that ass was made here in Indiana." I said to myself.

Not wanting to be caught, I quickly snapped out of my staring contest and closed the blinds before the mystery mullet man could see me.

Just as I was about to leave my room to help move boxes in, I hear the song 'Hot blooded by Foreigner' coming from the mystery mullet mans bedroom window.

With an impressed grin and a shake of my head, I make my way out into the living room.

Slapping my hands together, walking out the front door, I yell "Let's get this shit rolling! I got a town to terrorize."

Rolling his eyes, my dad takes one box and chucks it at me. I catch it in one swift movement.

Taking a deep breath, soon realizing the giant mistake that was. I crinkle my nose at the smell again.

"Stupid shitty town," I mutter.