In which Lucas Sinclair's older sister spends her whole summer trying to tame Billy Hargrove.
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Chapter Twenty: Play No Games
"You said it was how big?" Steve griped yet again from the passenger seat of Zara's car. He'd been complaining for the past fifteen minutes, claiming he'd only tagged along in order to ensure that Dustin didn't get his best friend killed in the crossfire of Henderson's incessant need to be the hero—but really it was because he'd rather do anything than sit at home all alone with no one else but his thoughts.
He really hadn't meant to be so hostile towards his friends, his tone so clipped and fingers more aggressive than necessary when he reached forward to hastily turn down the volume on the radio—the catchy Queen song had been blaring throughout the car so loudly that Steve was beginning to feel the early signs of a bad headache. "You break it, you buy it Harrington."
He pursed his lips, big hands returning to his lap with a resounding smack before whipping his head back to face the younger boy. Dustin was unusually quiet, his head hung over his chest solemnly while toying with the dials of his walkie-talkie; his brows were furrowed deep—obviously worrying about the state of his friends. Henderson sighed, his heart clenching painfully as he wondered why Lucas and Mike weren't answering; why no one was home and why had he been the only one left behind?
They'd always done things as a group, divulging even their most embarrassing secrets with one another and even though Dustin was confident in his friendship—positive that even though he'd been the last addition to their group, he was just as cared for and equally as valuable if not more.
Guilt settled in the boys body, churning uncomfortably deep within the confines of his belly and for a fleeting second—Dustin wondered if this was all his fault. If maybe Mike, Lucas and Will had found out about what he'd done—how he'd lied to their faces out of selfishness.
How stupid could he have been to keep a pet that his group had almost unanimously decided needed to be killed instead?
Steve cleared his throat, fingers snapping as he fixed to gather Dustin's attention once more, his brows raised impatiently for an answer. "You hear me?"
"Yes, Steve." Dustin snapped, his hands tugging at the cap on his head until his messy mop of curls were exposed. "I hear you. When I first found Dart, he was like that," Dustin spread his fingers an inch apart, holding them up through the opening from the backseat. "—now, he's like this." The space between his hands widened significantly, silently proving that the slimy worm-like creature that Henderson had secretly claimed as his own a few days earlier; had doubled nearly five times in size.
Just fucking great.
Steve huffed in discontent; still reeling from his unsuccessful attempt at winning Nancy back. It was foolish—worrying about the fate of a relationship that had already failed once; especially with the looming threat of the demegorgon returning once more. "I swear to God, if this is just some little lizard—." It translated in his tone, even as Zara spares him a fleeting side-glance; silently questioning the cause for his clipped tone and snappy remarks—she doesn't receive an answer, just a deep sigh and the crossing of his arms over his chest as she maneuvered through the dark roads.
