His Challenge ~ eddie munson x femreader

8. Reasons and Regrets

Your Pov

I grabbed a book and started reading, trying to distract myself with the events in the book, away from the events happening now

Knock knock

I looked up from my book, seeing eddie standing there holding up the hair tie

I got up from my bed, grabbing the hair tie, and turning him around

“the class isn’t the real reason i hate you.” he said randomly, breaking the silence, causing me to stop for a moment, “i mean it’s part of it, but not the true reason.”

“then what is?”

“when i first saw you walk into school. your first day.”

“i was a freshman. you were a junior. when did you see me?” i questioned, finishing his hair, making her turn to me

“principals office. you stopped in to ask about a class they assigned to you, one you already took. i immediately knew you were smart and it just kinda annoyed me, but I found you interesting. in a good way actually. i remember everything. you had all black folders and a dungeons and dragons book on top of everything. I thought you would join hellfire. then you turned around, and i saw you were wearing a judas priest shirt, holding a leather jacket in your arms with patches and pins of all the same bands I liked. The same jacket you then wore to every hellfire campaign.” i slightly blushed at his words, the way he remembered everything from what i was wearing to every book in my hand

“i actually thought you were attractive. thought that i might’ve actually found someone like me, with similar interests.” he admitted 

“Then i saw who was waiting for you after you got your fixed schedule. Nancy Wheeler. And of course, then you were with Steve as well. I started to hate you after seeing that. I guess i was a little jealous. Seeing how possibly someone like me was in with the people who called us freaks.”

“i never called you guys freaks.”

“you didn’t. but they did. and then you didn’t join hellfire even though i knew you could play because of that damn book i remembered you holding. i held it all against you and it formed into a hatred. then that next year in school i saw you walk into a class that i had.”

“yeah. i was seated next to you. every class you always had something to say. i never understood what i did, but since you seemed so pissed and had a strong hate i did the same.”

“then you passed that stupid class and i had to see you again another year. And your brother. dustin. kid wouldn’t shut up about you, it infuriated me. I thought she can’t be all that dustin was saying, not someone like her.”

“what’s ur point? i don’t get it. You hate me for literally no reason. i didn’t do anything but pass a class.”

“that’s the thing. you were better than me. looks, smarts, game wise, book wise, and fucking remark wise. no matter what i said you had some snide comment to say back, and they were all good. it pissed me off how good you were and i found it as a challenge. i hate challenges and i hated how no matter what i did, it couldn’t beat you. No matter how alike we were, everyone loved you but called me a freak. that’s why i hate you. cause no matter what, ur better than me.”

“eddie…”

“dont. don’t say my first name. remember what i told you? don’t say my name.”

“i’ll say your name if i want to. i don’t give a shit what you’ll do. im being a normal human being and using a name.”

“if i hear you say my name one more goddamn time…” he said lowly, walking up to me in a challenging manner 

“oh really? eddie im not scar-“ i started, cut off by a kiss