Joe Keery Imagines

Study Session-Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

Y/N is one of the smartest kids in our class. She's probably the smartest. She also happens to be the daughter of my mother's best friend. Which means Y/N and I practically grew up together.

I found out today that I'm in danger of being kicked off the basketball team because of my grades. When I told my parents, my dad was an asshole about it. He instantly threatened to take my car away if I didn't get them up. After my parents went somewhere, I walked outside and sat by our pool. I opened a beer and lit a cigarette.

A few hours later I heard the Y/L/N's back door open. I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N carrying a trash bag. She threw the bag in the trash can and was about to head back inside but saw me.

"You okay?" She asked. She looked toward my driveway and sighed. She cleared her throat and shoved her hands into her back pockets. "You want some company?"

"You smoke?" I scoffed.

"No," Y/N said, clearing her throat. "But that doesn't mean I can't join you."

As hard as I tried not to, I smiled. She took that as an invitation and walked over. I caught her glance at the beer bottles on the ground before sitting next to me.

"What happened with your dad?"

"How'd you know?" I sighed.

"I just. . ." I looked over and saw Y/N's face turn pink. "Whenever you get into a fight with your dad, he goes to the garage or into town with your mom. And you. . . You come out here and sneak one of your dad's cigarettes and a six-pack of beers."

"How do you know all of that?" I asked again.

"I've watched you," she said, dropping her voice. "I just mean, I've noticed you. I mean, we've lived next to each other our entire lives, Steve. I know you. At least, I think I do."

"Sounds like it," I scoffed. Y/N cleared her throat and the look on her face made my stomach sink. "I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just. . . It's been a rough night."

"What happened?" She asked. She quickly added, "If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind." I put down the can of beer I was drinking and put out my cigarette. I turned toward her and leaned my elbows on my knees. "I'm in danger of failing a couple of my classes," I admitted, "which means I'm in danger of getting kicked off the basketball team. My dad is pissed and threatened to take my car away and ground me until I get them up."

Y/N thought about it for a second before softly clearing her throat. "I could help you," she offered. "I mean. . . I tutor a group of freshmen and a couple of middle schoolers after school three times a week. I could help you study, maybe get you caught up in a couple of classes. We could do it during study hall."

"You'd really do that?" I couldn't help but ask. "For me?"

"Of course," she shrugged. "We've known each other a long time. Besides, you're the only half-decent guy on our team."

"Half-decent?" I teased. She looked up at me and chuckled.

"Hate to break it to you," she giggled, "but you're not exactly Prince Charming."

"Ouch," I said sarcastically as I dramatically put my hand over my heart. Y/N's cheeks turned pink as she laughed. "I can't be too offended," I clarified. "I don't have the best reputation."

"That may be true," she shrugged, "but I know you're not really like that."

"You do?"

"Like I said," her voice dropping, "we've known each other a long time, Steve."