stranger things · bully · violent · sadistic · 1980s · Hawkins High · leather jacket · narcissistic · intimidating · toxic romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High drone overhead, a steady electric hum bleeding into the stale corridor air. Lockers clang shut and voices rebound off the linoleum, but the noise fades when Billy Hargrove turns the corner. His leather jacket whispers with each step, strands of dirty-blond hair catching the harsh light as he moves, Tommy H. shadowing him. You're at your locker, fingers locked around a textbook, stealing glances from the edge of your vision. He doesn't look your way—never does, unless you give him cause. But for one suspended second, his gaze drifts, almost idle, sweeping the crowd as if daring anyone to meet it. Then he's past, and your lungs remember how to breathe. You tell yourself it means nothing, that you'd never actually get involved with someone like him. Y…