10:22 am. Walking up to Ms. O'Donnell's desk, Cynthia knelt down and asked quietly, "do you have anything for me this week?"

The teacher peered over the report she was reading over as the rest of the students spoke amongst themselves. Sighing, she set down the report and wrote on a post-it note before handing it over to the girl on the other side of the desk. "I haven't spoke to him yet, but he needs it. Library, right after school."

Getting back up to her feet, Cynthia unfolded the note and her eyes widened when she read the name.

Eddie Munson.

"Are you serious?" She asked, before turning to look at Eddie who was surprisingly in his spot at the back corner of the classroom, headphones on and drumming his fingers on the desk in front of him.

"Go sit back down, Cynthia."

Taking a deep breath before turning around, she made her way to the very middle of the room where her assigned seat was. She could say no and leave Eddie hanging; not like he'd care very much, this was his third time taking this class. On the other hand, she'd feel kind of fucked up if she didn't even try to help him, it sucks having to repeat a grade but even more so what should be your last year in high school.

"You look like you just got fired, what happened?" Her friend Robin, nudged Cynthia from the seat on her right.

She passed the note to the blonde girl and let her read the name for herself.

"Holy shit. Good luck with that." Robin laughed and slipped the post-it into Cynthia's jacket pocket.

The bell rang not too long after and the girls each gathered their things before they had to separate for the rest of the day. "I'll see you tonight."

"You're working tonight? I thought you only did weekends."

"I could use the money." She shrugged, picking up her books and walking up the aisle.

Robin started talking about a bunch of kids that came in the previous night and ransacked the horror section as Cynthia walked by Ms. O'Donnell who had Eddie stopped in front of her desk, likely running down the tutor situation.

3:42 pm. Cynthia felt like she was staring through the clock and into the chipping cement paint as she waited for Eddie. She knew this was a waste of time. "Just wait until four." She muttered to herself, turning her attention to the book in her lap.

Another few minutes of annoying near-silence was interrupted by loud laughter and the door opening, "I'll see you boys tomorrow."

There he was, thirty-five minutes late, Eddie Munson. Sunglasses pulled over his eyes, sweater in hand so he was just in his Black Sabbath t-shirt and his signature jean vest. "I'm so late, I'm sorry. Cynthia , right?"

"Yeah," she replied as he crossed the room, the smell of weed wafting off of him as he pulled the chair out and sat down, laying his sweater and notebook down on the table. "Ms. O'Donnell is letting you retake that midterm from a few weeks ago you failed."

"Yeah, I got a thirty percent." Eddie took two pencils, a pen and a lighter out of his pocket.

Cynthia laughed, "How?

"I'm really bad at World History."

"Clearly. This is your third time taking it."

"I don't store all that shit up here." He replied while tapping his forehead with the pen.

"Fair. Listen, we don't have too much time today, so we can do this tomorrow or Wednesday."

"The library's open until six." Eddie informed.

"I have work at four thirty. I was hoping we could get more done but-"

"My bad, Jeff needed a ride home and I'm-"

Cynthia cut him off, her volume dropping "I know exactly what you were doing, I literally buy weed from you."

Eddie snapped his fingers, "That's why I know your face. Tomorrow won't work, I have a gig at The Hideout."

She sighed, "We have to work something out, your re-test is next week Thursday." Looking at her planner, the weekends in the mornings and afternoons were fully clear and all next week was the same. "How about after school Wednesday and Friday, then we can meet up Saturday or Sunday, early."

"I have Hellfire on Friday, everything else sounds good."

"Your place or mine?"

The doorbell rung, startling Cynthia awake. "What the fuck?" Crawling over to the window, she peeled the curtain open and squinted at the driveway. There was a brown and white van parked outside, Munson. "Fuck."

Nearly tripping once she crawled her way to the edge of the bed, she stood up straight and grabbed a pair of sweatpants off of the floor and put them on as she exited the room. Impatient knocked sounded as she made her way down the hall, "hold on!"

Swinging the door open, Eddie stood there, wearing a denim jacket and a Motorhead shirt, "Damn, I've been waiting out here for so long I thought you were a church girl or something." When she responded with only a confused look on her face, he spoke again, "It's eleven thirty. Did I wake you up or something?"

"Yeah," Cynthia looked at the clock to her left. 11:25am. "My bad, I lost track of time last night."

A gasp and a hand on his chest, "And we thought I was the slacker here, Moose."

Laughing, she opened the door wider, "Get in here." She let him pass before giving him a playful nudge to the shoulder, "and you are the slacker here, Munson."

They hung out for over an hour, going over notes and the textbook, spread out on the floor of the living room. Eddie stretched and let out a loud crack from his back, "Do you wanna take a break? Order a pizza and.." he trailed off, motioning himself smoking a joint as he did.

Laughing, Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Sure, I could eat. Domino's?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna run to my van real quick." He got up from his spot and stretched some more. The girl held her hand out and he took it, helping her stand up.

"Great, I'll order that and when you come in, can you pick a movie?"

Eddie nodded and they went their separate ways, he went out the door and into the cool, November air. Unlocking his van, he climbed in the sliding door and retrieved his black box. He needed to grab his weed but also needed a moment to think.

He liked Cynthia. Not like that, at least he thinks it's not like that. She was pretty cute but he always thought she was kind of preppy for what he feels like his type is. The more he sat in the door of his van the more he realized that he never really hung out with this girl or even talked outside of small talk when he'd deal to her.

"Shit," he breathed out as he stood up and slid the door shut, playing with the rings on his left hand as he walked back up to the in, he slipped his shoes off and set the box down on the coffee table, before muttering to himself again, "movies, movies, movies. Where- there they are."

He knelt down in front of a box that had a couple of movies laying on the top, Evil Dead and Carrie. Opening the box he was met with an even bigger collection of movies, mostly horror. "This your collection?"

"Yeah!" She yelled from another room down the hall.

She had taste. Shrugging to himself, Eddie covered his eyes with his hand and used the other hand to dig in the box and pick at random, he had trust that something good would come out of it.

Cynthia came out of her room, in a new outfit and asked, "What'd you pick?"

"Uhh," He uncovered his eyes and looked at the case, "Sleepaway Camp."