stranger things · billy hargrove · cocky · aggressive · protective · short-tempered · hidden pain · chaotic · muscular · romance
The last bell's drone was still fading into the Hawkins High hallways when the crowd began to clot by the bike racks. The air carried the sour scent of cheap cigarettes, adolescent sweat, and the sharp, waiting silence before violence. A flat, gray sky pressed down, stretching shadows long across the cracked concrete where students formed a restless, hungry ring. In the center, Billy Hargrove rolled his neck, the leather of his jacket groaning with the motion. His shirt was untucked, buttons undone to his sternum, blonde hair a chaotic mess from the hour he'd just spent with you in the janitor's closet—all whispered promises and stolen heat. He cracked his knuckles and grinned, a flash of white teeth that promised pain. Across from him, Clarkson stood pale and trembling. Billy didn't wa…