❝ in the seventeen years i've been on this earth, i've never met anyone as f#@!%^g stupid as you. ❞
in which two kids on the opposite sides of the social spectrum find solace in one another during a strange period of time.
ESTELLA COLLINS STAND ALON...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ; IRRESPONSIBLE PARENTING also known as; ( the gate; part three)
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"HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM?" STELLA ASKED, CROSSING HER ARMS ANGRILY. Max groaned, throwing her clenched hands up in the air as the two argued on the Byers front lawn. The boys were struggling to heave the unconscious Steve into the back of Billy's car, the beaten teenager covered in rainbow band-aids and dried blood. "I'm the only one of us here with a driver's license, and you're a thirteen year old girl!"
"Have you looked in the mirror?" Max shot back, grasping her older brother's keys tightly in her right hand, adamant on driving everyone to the tunnel entrance. Stella scoffed, rolling her eyes. She refused to budge from where she stood in front of the driver's door, not wanting to cause even more trouble than she already had. "You've got a broken arm, you're covered in bruises, you just threw up, you had some sort of...fit outside the lab, and you're bleeding from three different parts of your face!"
"The bleeding stopped five minutes ago!" Stella retorted, and Max rolled her eyes, refusing to give in. Stella placed her good hand on her hip and tried her best to glare sternly down at the young girl, but due to the pain stretching across her face and body, she struggled. "Max, I can't let you do this, it's too dangerous, we could get pulled over, arrested--"
"You do realise Chief Hopper is on our side, right?" Lucas called from the passenger seat, where he had been waiting for a few minutes.
"Hurry up! We don't have all night!" Mike snapped from the back, where he and Dustin were trying to keep Steve alive.
"Just let Max drive, Star," Dustin piped up, and Stella clenched her jaw irritably. "You'll probably faint at the wheel."
Stella hesitated, before stepping aside. She pointed her finger at Max like a mother would. "If you get us killed, I'm gonna kill you."
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"I said go slow around the corners!" Stella panicked as Max swerved down Symond Street, narrowly missing a letterbox. The teenage girl inhaled sharply as she tried to grip onto both Steve and the seat in front of her, groaning in pain as she clenched her broken hand. "Dustin, put the ice pack closer to his eyebrow, that's where the cut is. Mike, make sure that gasoline doesn't spill. Max! Careful. With. The. Corners! Ease up on the acceleration!"
Suddenly feeling the teenage boy stir in her arms, Stella glanced down at Steve, who was rambling nonsense. Mike was staring at him weirdly, and Dustin quickly grabbed the older boy's hand as it went to grab his nose. "No, no, don't touch that. It's okay, buddy, you put up a good fight. He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight."
