Stranger Things Imagines

New Student | Steve Harrington

"This is all bullshit," Steve said while resting his foot on the desk in front of him. He had his arms crossed behind his head as well as if he were in his own home. 

"Mr. Harrington! We will not use that language in my classroom,"  Mr. Lancaster told Steve as he began to write words on the board.  Steve rolled his eyes and turned to his friends.

"Maybe we shouldn't be in this class room," he laughed. His friends laughed along with him. They were your typical, jock, group. They were boys who believed they were better than everyone.

You entered the classroom feeling a bit shy. Being in a completely knew school was nerve racking. With only one glance, you already knew that the boys towards the center of the classroom were trouble. Unfortunately, the only seat available was just one seat in front of them.

You sighed, and slowly made your way over to the seat. One of the boys had his feet resting on the back of the chair, so you decided to ask.

"Could I have this seat?" You asked sweetly. You waited patiently for the boy to respond.

Without turning back he began to form his sentence, "Does it look like I—" he turned around to look at you and stopped suddenly. Quickly, he put his legs down and sat up straight.  "Yes, of course. Sorry about that," he replied quickly. Upon the look of his friends he rolled his eyes and said, "drop it."

You smiled at the boy and took your seat. The teacher looked at you and quickly introduced himself to you then you to the class.

"What is your name?" Mr. Lancaster asked. You smiled shyly before responding.

"I'm y/n y/l/n," you said. The boy behind you tapped your shoulder as soon as Mr. Lancaster begun teaching again.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington," he smiled cheekily. You only smiled shortly.

Steve's face dropped when you turned around. Usually, girls felt the need to talk to him, stare at him, or even just be in his presence when they first meet him. It was unusual for someone to not be interested. He tapped your shoulder once more.

"Yes?" You turned to face the boy. Steve was a very good looking guy, but you could tell he was nothing but trouble. After the last school, you vowed not to mess with people that could get you into trouble.

"Sorry. I don't have a pencil. Could I borrow one?" He asked though he literally had one behind his ear. You raised your brows and stared at the pencil he already had.

He quickly touched the pencil at his ear and blushed, "Oh. This old thing? It doesn't work which is why I asked for one," he grinned. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Here, don't lose it," you said handing him one of you extras.

He smiled at you in a way that made your heart quicken. There was something about the way he looked at you that caused you to feel trapped.

"I guess you have that affect on people," you said out loud.

"What affect?" He asked very much interested. You instantly punched yourself in your head.

"Like the uh affect to force someone into giving you a pencil despite you already having one," you replied a few seconds after. He chucked in response.

"No one forced you, y/n. However, i'm glad you did. Now, i'll have to look for you throughout the halls at the end of the day to make sure I return your precious pencil," he smiled. The smile he had on his face made you believe that maybe he wasn't trouble after all.