"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE" Will Byers x Reader

Arcade //Chapter 3

Y/n's POV 

'To slay the dragon, use the magic sword.' The machines voice says, displaying the wildly sexist character on the screen. 

'You know, Daphne's appearance is awfully suggestive,' I comment. All of the boys ignore me. 

'Oh, Jesus! I'm in unchartered territory here, guys.' Dustin shouts. 

'Down! Down! Down!' Lucas yells. I roll my eyes, they get way too competitive with this. 

'I'm going! I'm going! I'm going! I'm going! I'm going!' 

'Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!' Dustin shouts. 'No. No. No! No! No! No! I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!' His anger boils over the top and he smacks the board. 

'Wow.' I let out a whistle. 

'You're not nimble enough. But you'll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine.' Lucas smirks. 

'Will,' I say quietly as Lucas and Dustin argue. 

'Yeah?' He asks. 

'Are you...' I hesitate, 'Okay?' Will regards me with a concerned look. 

'Why wouldn't I be?' He whispers. I stare up into his hazel eyes. 

'It's just,' I swallow, unsure. 'I can sense something.' 

'Like what?' 

'Like a haze. A mist, I guess. It's blocking you, and I can't read your emotions,' I sigh. 

'Were you trying to?' The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. 'Trying to tell if I was thinking about you Wheeler?' 

I blush. 'No, of course not I...unless you were?' I smile. 

'Would you quit flirting?' Mike rolls his eyes. I look up to see the entire group looking at us, including Keith. God, I had no idea I spaced out like that. 

'We weren't,' Will mumbles. His gaze suddenly spaces out, and he looks towards the door. Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Keith are too into their argument to notice. 'Hey. Hey, guys, do you see the...' I grip his arm. 

'Will?' 

'Do you see that?' Will repeats, motioning to the Arcade sign, which flickers ominously. I gasp, turning to the group. 

'Guys?' I murmur. They're gone.