Lyn was making a large pink bow to go with her Marilyn Monroe costume when her brother came running into her room. "Do you have any quarters I'm going to the arcade tonight with the guys," He grabs her purse and turns it upside down, so everything fell out on the bed.
"What the hell, Dustin?" She got up and pushes him out of the way to grab her wallet off the bed. "I have 50 cents." She places the two quarters into his hand.
"Only two quarters, where the hell is all your change going?" He grabs her purse to check her side pockets.
"To the vending machine at work, be grateful." She shoves her things back into her purse.
"This is only two games." He whines.
"That two more games than most kids get." She rolls her eyes.
"Thanks for the coins. I'm going to check the couch again." He sighs.
He went to walk out of the room, but she grabs him by the back of his shirt. "Hey, what are the rules?"
"Oh come on, it's so lame Lyn. It's all common sense stuff." He whines.
"I don't care. You want to go out without me hovering over you than I want them repeated. I'll have Keith micromanage you again." She threatens.
"Don't talk to any stranger. Don't take anything from a stranger. Don't let my mouth write a check that my ass can't cash." He listed his sister's three rules.
"Remember the third one." She wiggles three fingers at him.
"What did you have to give Keith for him to do that anyway? You didn't kiss him, did you?" He gags at the thought of his sister kissing that loser.
"No, I didn't kiss him. I didn't have to do anything. He was more than happy to annoy you for free." She giggles at his face of disbelief.
"Non-believable," He throws his hands in the air. He shook his head as he walks out of the room.
She laughs and went back to sewing the fabric together to make the bow.
She took the only parking space left that was at the end of the lot. She got out and walked her way to the entrance of the school when she was stopped in her tracks by a blue 1979 Chevrolet Camaro. She let out a low whistle as she circles the impressive muscle car.
She was once again stopped in her tracks when she found a handsome guy wearing denim on denim leaning against the passenger door, smoking a cigarette. She blushes at being caught eye fucking a car. "You like the car." He got off the door to turn towards her.
"She is a beaut. I bet she runs amazing." She put her hands behind her back to stop herself from touching the car. She hated when people touch Darling getting their fingerprints on her. Subsequently, she was pushing her chest out giving the new student quite a show.
"I'd be happy to take you for a ride sometime." He licks his lips as he eyes her curvy figure.
"That would be nice, but I doubt she could run better than my Darling." She almost felt like she was cheating by even agreeing to ride in another muscle car.
"Darling?" He arches an eyebrow.
"I got a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454. She's over there." She points to her at the end of the lot.
He let out a low whistle. "Nice ride. What's that your daddy's car?" He licks his lips.
"She's mine." Lyn narrows her eyes. It's true that Darling used to be her dad. But, it annoyed her that this meathead thought that she couldn't handle the up keeping of her car.
"Guess, country bitches, are different than city ones." He blows a poof of smoke in her face.
"Oh yeah, we country bitches know our way around a motor, can slaughter a pig, and fuck our cousins." Lyn put on a fake southern accent. She turns on her heels and walks away from the pretentious prick.
Billy laughed, as he watches her hips sway and her ass jiggle. He decided that he liked her angry. The way her eyes would narrow and glaze over in rage. She didn't seem able to control her mouth. She would be a fun thing to tame.
He walks into the school and made his way to the office. The middle-aged woman behind the counter was easy to charm. She insisted on personal giving him a tour and taking him to his first class.
"Giving you the tours have been fun but it's time to take you to class. This is our English class, you should like it. Mr. Crane is an amazing teacher." She looks the teen up and down in appreciation one last time before opening the classroom door. All eyes were on them as they enter the room.
"Good morning, Mr. Crane. This is our new student." She giggles, handing the teacher a piece of paper. Billy winks at her when she gave him her bedroom eyes before leaving. If he ever felt desperate he would pay her a visit.
"Want to tell us your name and where you're from?" Mr. Crane gestures towards the class to him.
"My name is Billy and I'm from California." He sighs out like he was bored. His eyes meet with Lyn and a smile came over his face. He was walking over to scare the boy that was sitting next to her away when a hand grabs his wrist. He looks over to see a decent looking redhead staring up at him.
"Hi, I'm Vicki. Why don't you sit with me and my friends? We can help you catch up." She bats her eyelashes at him.
"Sure." He licks his lips making her blush. He sat down on the desk between her and another Brunette.
"Welcome to Hawkins. I'm Tina." She stuck out her hand. He raises it up to give it a kiss, turning the girl's face red.
Two students in front of him turn their seats around. "Hey, I'm Tommy and this is my girlfriend Carol." A boy covered in freckles points to himself and then to the girl next to him.
He only gave them a nod in response, which didn't seem to lessen their eagerness to get to know him. "So, what's California like?" Tina bites her bottom lip as she stares at him.
Billy chuckled, this is what he thought was going to happen, a bunch of annoying hicks falling over themselves to get to him. If he had to suffer in this shitty town, then he was going to at least be the king of it.
"Tina, don't be insensitive, maybe he doesn't want to talk about home." Vicki reaches out to squeeze his bicep when he didn't answer the other girl's question.
"Yeah and I'm sure you groping him is making him feel so much better." Tommy teases.
"It always cheers you up." Carol wink at her boyfriend.
Billy internal roll his eyes, he was done with their pathetic small talk. "Who's that?" He jerks his head toward the table of his new target.
"Oh, that's Steve Harrington. He used to be friends with us, but he got pussy whipped and..." Tommy glares at the classmate he was speaking of.
"I'm talking about the girl." Billy cut him off. He looks at Tommy like he was dumb, why the hell would he care about that idiot?
"Oh, that's Rosalyn Henderson. She was a stuck up loner. Her only friend was her little brother until this year when she made friends with Nancy, Steve, and that creep Jonathan." Vicki insults the girl. It was clear to see that she caught the new boy's eye and Vicki felt jealous.
"Just because the cow got the biggest utters in school some boys fancy her their dream girl." Carol glares at her boyfriend.
"I mutter her name once in my sleep Carol, let it go." Tommy matches his girlfriend's glare.
"Please, Tommy you eye fuck her every chance you get since you used stopping her from attacking Steve as an excuse to feel her up." She hisses in his face.
"We been over this a hundred times, I was holding her back not feeling her up." He growls.
"She attacked Steve? The same Steve that sitting by her," Billy stop the couple's argument that was about to give him a headache.
"Yeah, it's the same asshole. Fucking bastard, ditch us like we were holding him back. We made him popular. We made him King Steve. He makes like he doesn't need us." Tommy grits his teeth. Billy raised an eyebrow, this guy sounded like a heartbroken girl who just got cheated on. "Think cause he got two girlfriends he better than us." He sneers.
"What are you saying Tommy, that he sleeping with both of them?" Carol seems to have forgotten about the argument she was having moments ago with him to indulge in a juicy rumor.
"Come on, Carol, you really think Steve some good guy now? That he's so in love with Nancy that he's okay with being just friends with a girl he spent three years pining over?" He scoffed.
"You're right, he definitely sleeping with both of them." She looks to the other girls for them to nod in agreement with her. Of course, they did eagerly.
Billy looks Steve up and down. He didn't see anything impressive about the guy. He watches as the two interact with each other, there was definitely something there. With a rival for the title of king of the school and the pussy he wanted, things were about to get more interesting for him in Hawkins.
"Today, I figure I give you guy's time to your essay for Heart of Darkness. If you're finished with that you can work on something for another class or college applications. If you need any help, just call me over." Mr. Crane spoke to the class.
"Did you finish your essay?" Steve asked from the seat next to her. In the year, Lyn had become good friends with Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan. They all bond over shared trauma, well everyone but Steve and Jonathan. Lyn suspected that had to do with Jonathan's feelings for Nancy.
She was surprised how well she got along with Steve. They share the same taste in movies and music. She especially had fun bickering with him over a variety of topics, until Nancy step in and let one of them know they took it too far. She was happy to have someone to grumble about senior problems with.
"Yeah, I finish it early, so I could concentrate on my costume." She pulls out The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison from her backpack.
"How about instead of reading that, you read this." He took her book from her and put his admission essay in her hand.
"Such a hard choice, a literary masterpiece or dribble," Lyn bites her bottom lip like she was thinking hard about it.
"You didn't even read it, how do you know it's dribble?" He put his hand on his chest, acting like he was offended.
"Just going off the reputation of the author," She smirks.
"Hardy Har Har," He stuck his tongue out at her.
The door opening made everyone look towards the door. The jerk covered in denim came in with a blushing office lady behind him. "Good morning, Mr. Crane. This is our new student." She giggles, handing the teacher a piece of paper. She shot the boy younger enough to be her son a flirty smile before she left the room.
"Want to tell us your name and where you're from?" Mr. Crane gestures towards the class to him.
"My name is Billy and I'm from California." He sighs out like he was bored. Lyn held her breath when they made eye contact. She did not want him to sit by her. There weren't even any available seats, so she was confused when he started walking in her direction. She was relieved when Vicky grabs his hand.
Steve and Lyn watch as the new guy sat down with Tina and Vicky. Lyn snicker when she saw how fast Carol and Tommy turn their chairs to face them. "Looks like Tommy getting a new boyfriend, maybe now he'll leave you alone."
"Stop implying that he's my ex, but hopefully he does. It's hard not to punch him in the face every time he makes a stupid comment when he walks past me." He spat out.
"Let's look at this essay." She read through the paper in front of her. When she was done, she looks up at him through narrow eyes, "Steve, what the fuck is this? It's like you put two essays together and didn't even try to relate them."
"What am I going to do? This is due tomorrow." He groans running a hand through his hair.
"You just have to pick one idea and flesh it out. What the topic of this essay?" She draws a red line between the paragraphs about the basketball game and grandpa's war stories.
"About a challenge I faced." He told her.
"Then why the hell are you writing about your grandpa going to war." She cocks an eyebrow at him.
"I was saying I draw inspiration from those stories to help me wins that game." He points out the one muddy transition sentence.
"Let's not compare a basketball game to a world war." She shook her head.
"Then, what the hell do I write about?" He grumbles.
"Steve, you went from sitting on the bench to the team captain. You can talk about the long practices, all the work you put in on your own, and the love of the sport. Then you can go to writing about leading a team and having to constantly better yourself." She counts the topic he could cover with her fingers.
"Those are good ideas." He stares at her as if she gave him the path to world peace.
"Oh, you think so. Well, write them down. I don't speak for my health." She held out a pen to him. He was quick to take it and jot down her ideas.
"This opening paragraph of yours should actually be your closing. It is a tidy end for the buildup. Bench-warming to MVP in the Championship Game, oh that should be your title." She wrote it down on the top of the paper. "You're going to have to pull an all-nighter to get this done by tomorrow." She looks over at her stress out friend.
"I wish I could, but I have to go to Barbara's parent's house for dinner." He whines.
"Again, weren't you there like two weeks ago?" She started an outline for Steve's essay.
"Nancy wants them to know that someone cares." He sighs, rubbing his temples.
"I'm sure she would understand if you miss the dinner to get this essay done." She shrugs. They were having dinner with the Hollands every other week, what would be the harm in Steve missing one dinner, especially since he didn't even know Barb.
"Somehow I doubt that, do you want to go in my place?" He put his hands together in a praying position.
"No thank you, she didn't disappear in my yard." She shook her head and waves her hand in his face.
"Don't remind me, it so creepy thinking that thing was so close." He whispers the last part to her.
"I don't know how you and Nancy do it. I wouldn't be able to sit there and listen to them talk about finding Barb when we know they won't." She leaned in to whisper back to him. They were sore to secretive by the government and told that bad things would happen to them and anyone else who found out.
"Hey, love birds. You're so cute whispering to each other. Come to my party tomorrow." Tina startled them as she put down two orange flyers in front of them. Before either could dispute what she said, she turns around to pass out her flyers to everyone else.
"Come get sheet faced. Cute," Lyn rolls her eyes at the cartoon ghost next to the pun.
"Are you going? Nancy and I are. We're going as Joel and Lana from Risky Business." Steve put the flyer in his pocket.
"Please say you'll be wearing pants." She giggled at the thought of Steve in a dress shirt, boxers, and long socks dancing around.
"I will be, but hopefully not when the night is done." He winks at her. She laughs and slaps him in the arm. "So, you coming or what?" He asks her again.
"I might as well, I already have my costume ready and Dustin probably won't want me to come with him trick or treating this year. He doesn't want to do anything with me anymore." She whines. It was so depressing, how lately Dustin made it a point to leave her out of things after all those years of him wanted her to come everywhere with him.
"Lyn, he's 13. It would be concerning if he was clinging to his older sister. He supposes to be hanging out with his friend while they pick up chicks." He snorted at her pouting face.
"Don't say that. He's not picking up girls." She punches his arm repeatedly. Steve laughs and shoved her off of him.
But, she would have preferred him trying to pick a girl up if she knew that her brother and his friend were planning on stalking a girl they found interesting.