in which the King of Hawkin's High falls for the town 'psycho'
or
where Dallas finally opens up to someone other than her dog
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october 30th 1984.
Lifting her leg over her bike as she comes to a stop she leans it up against the railing outside school before stepping back as she restarts her mixtape, she nods her head to 'Femme Fatale' by the Velvet Underground, humming the tune a little as she passes by Steve's car.
When Steve hears the humming through his cracked window he looks up, watching as she passes by, not even battering an eyelid at the familiar car.
"Steve!"
"What?"
Nancy shakes the paper in his face and he shifts in his seat as he gives her his full attention.
Dallas watches as a car, blasting music turns the corner into the carpark, taking up two spots.
Jonathan steps up beside her, both of them watching as a tall guy dressed in denim steps out, cigarette hanging from his mouth, "Who is he?"
She glances up at Jonathan with a shrug, "No idea. Is he new?"
They watch as a young red headed girl gets out of the car, skating away towards the middle school.
"How's Will holding up?"
"Uh, good, yeah, getting better."
She nods, "Good. I've got to get to class, see you later?"
He nods, waving her off, looking back to Nancy and Steve to find Steve's eyes on Dallas' back, the girl now wearing her suusal headphones as she disappears through the door.
Mrs Wilson is guiding people into her class when she sees the girl passing by, she calls out to her before running after her, finding it hard in her heels.
When she finally catches up to her placing hand on her shoulder to stop her she places her hands on her hips to catch her breath. "You're a fast walker, Miss Hopper."
"Sorry."
She holds her hand up waving her off, some papers clutched in them, "Here."
She hands her a piece of paper, a poster for a writing competition, "You still want to be a writer?"
"I mean, Iguess."
"You guess?" Mrs Wilson shakes her head, "Dallas, you're the best writer I have had in my classroom in a very long time, and a great teacher too, in the past year you have helped seventeen students go from D's and F's to A's."
"The money they pay me helps."
Mrs Wilson chuckles through her nose, rolling her eyes, "If you ever truly want to leave Hawkins, this is your way out, this would look great on your application."
Dalla sighs, "Sci-fi and fantasy?"
"Different topics each year, last year it was gothic, two years ago it was historical romance. This one' s much more up your street."
