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𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕤 - eddie munson x reader

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“𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕟

𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚 𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕠𝕓 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟

𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟

𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 ” - when the sun goes down | arctic monkeys

➵ part one of the ‘when the sun goes down’ miniseries

words || 𝟝.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader thinks he’s just a sweet guy, but is constantly reminded she lives in hawkins

a/n || eddie!! i’ve got brainrot for him; expect to see a bunch more of him for the next few days.

➵ first part (was meant to be one long fic, but i was nearing 7k and not yet done, so i broke it up so that i could at least get something out).

➵ not proof-read, sorry for any mistakes.

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

continuation || part two

warnings || fluff/angst

➵ use of the word whore once

➵ violence and intention of harm

➵ discussion of ‘satanic’ & cult-like activities

the table was filled with the usual sprouts of gossip: who’s sleeping with who, who cheated on who, who asked who out - the like. it bored her, the flesh of her lip tucked tightly between her teeth in an attempt to brute-force her way through the mind-numbing conversations. she glanced at all of her friends, the green of their cheer outfits or their jerseys stark but monochrome. she felt herself tug on her own jacket a little, almost uncomfortable as to how well the shade also adorned her. it made her sigh - so quiet that, of course, no one around her noticed.

it was only a few more months until school was out, with college and new experiences just on the horizon. everyday, she seemed to become more and more restless for the imminent, finding herself increasingly pissed off at how utterly boring her life was. everyday was the same: waking up in her lightly decorated, feminine room, rushing downstairs to greet her somewhat conservative and equally boring parents a good morning, before being nudged into a friend’s car to get to school. then there was lunchtime gossip, hallway p.d.a., and cheer practice before she’d rush home - just to repeat it all over again.

she didn’t hate her life. she wasn’t exactly provided the short end of any straw. no, it wasn’t that at all. rather, she just wanted to see a change. she’d been willing to hold out until college: a fresh start in a new part of the states allowing her ample opportunity to reinvent herself. and - honestly - she really thought she could have waited it out. but, as she was quickly realizing, she needed a change now.

–

her eyes had begun to wander from the conversation on her table, greedily scanning the cafeteria for anything even a lick more interesting. she was quick to find it in the table unofficially reserved for hawkins high’s hellfire club. she’d heard few details of the club’s goings ons, but that wasn’t really her focus today. no, today, she felt her lips tug into a smile as she saw the curly-haired brunet at the head of the table climb onto his haunches, straightening himself up so as to stand above everyone else in the cafeteria. he was saying something, it was obvious enough, but she couldn’t exactly hear it. it was making his friends laugh, and - his confidence boosted - he turned to her side of the cafeteria.

“-or, god forbid we forget the kings of hawkins!” his hands started a slow clap, “got so good at throwing big balls into laundry baskets that you think that you’re god!” his animation made it hard for her to suppress a smile, even if she knew he was directly insulting her friends.

though, she was sure some minor part of her believed it just about as much as he did.

protests and angry voices raised from around her, with jason carver quick to tell him to shut up. in feigned agreeance, he flipped him the bird - he flipped all of them off, actually.

their exaggerated looks of disgust made one face stand out amongst the rest - her soft features hiding the hints of a laugh. he smiled at the discovery, knowing it was nice that at least one of those preps had a sense of humor. as quickly as he had stood up, he was back at his position: back as the leader of hellfire.

she could hear her friends scoff in annoyance, until one of them turned to her.

“wanna explain what that was all about?” janet says it jokingly, but there’s a serious undertone in her voice.

“huh?” she turned to face the commenter, bewilderment plastered on her previously-smiling face.

“why is the freak checking you out?” her eyes found the cheeky-but-stern expressions on the people at the table.

“no, janet, you should be asking: why was she checking him out?” monica said it from the other end, leading to scattered playful remarks and agreeance. y/n’s quick to shake her head - so quick, in fact, she’d worried she got whiplash.

“what - what? i wasn’t… checking him out.” she says in a quiet voice, truly doing nothing to help her case. janet laughs a little.

“yeah, sure, hun.” her voice is dripping with sarcasm, so much of it that y/n can almost see it as a physical, tangible thing - some sort of poisonous, honey-like substance. the table is quick to ignore her once again, but their topic of conversation had also, of course, shifted.

“god, that guy is so weird.”

“yeah, and so is his little cult. i can’t believe the school allows it - they’re probably doing illegal stuff all the time.” one of the freshmans’ eyes went wide.

“illegal?” monica is quick to jump on the question, as if she’d been waiting years for someone to ask for her theories.

“yeah, god, it’s scary stuff. i’ve heard they do all sorts of shit: cult meetings, ritual prayers, devil-worship and-” her voice quietened to a whisper, “blood sacrifices-” before she could scare the younger kids any further, y/n felt her eyes roll.

“c’mon, you don’t actually believe that, do ya, mon?” monica went a little quiet - everyone did, until janet giggled a little.

“oh god, she’s in love with him!” she says it in a joking sing-song, but it makes y/n’s cheeks flush with heat.

“god, jan, no! i just think it’s stupid to buy into these dumb rumors.” everyone was throwing in their input, saying everything and nothing on the situation all at once. finally, everyone quietened, and she took a deep breath. she turned to the freshmen around her, quick to clarify herself.

“look, guys, the school is not run by idiots. if anything truly dangerous was happening in that club, they’d shut it down immediately. so don’t worry too much-” she spoke quietly, as monica did, “and don’t let monica get to you.”

“hey!” her friend gave her a playful glare and, suddenly, the table’s atmosphere was back to normal again.

she stared at her plain toast, her stomach churning a little. it was 7:23 in the morning - she’d just checked - and she was panicking.

janet had called her about 10 minutes ago, saying that she was too ill to get to school. she’d wished her a speedy recovery, hoping her friend felt better soon, and it took her about 5 minutes to realize that this was somewhat disastrous for her. she relied on her friend for rides to school - something unfeasible any other way: her dad was at work with the car, her mom couldn’t drive, her friends weren’t picking up her calls or they also couldn’t drive, and school was, like, 5 miles away, making walking sound like the worst possible plan. she was half-tempted to speak up to her mom - who was sitting in front of her - and just grovel for a chance not to go in that day.

as she opened her mouth to discuss the idea, the doorbell rung, her mom chipperly rising to go greet it.

“ooh! i hope it’s the mailman, sweetie, we just can’t wait for your letters to come in!” she’d been hounding her over the few acceptances she had gotten, but most of them were for smaller colleges she wasn’t really interested in. so, every morning, her mom would be ready and excited for the letter she would accept to come in.

instead of hearing a friendly greeting as the door swung open, her mother had paused, a small squeak escaping her. she’s about to go check if everything is okay, when she realizes everything is absolutely not.

“hi, ma’am, is - uh - is y/n home?” she could feel the blood drain from her cheeks, her eyes widening in shock at the familiar voice. she’s quick to stand alongside her mother, the distinct voice and appearance of eddie munson almost comical against her neighborhood suburbia. he smiles in recognition, offering a small wave to her confused countenance. her mother looks between the both of them, suspicion engrained in her face, before backing off, back to her bedroom.

“all yours,” she muttered, her humor still somewhat intact, as least. as soon as her mother had disappeared up the stairs, y/n whipped her head back to face him.

“munson?” it’s a little croaky, her surprise still choking her words.

“yeah, hi - uh, good morning? - anyways, you left this.” he held out a hair clip - yellow and studded with light crystals. considering the pricetag of the thing, she always assumed they always had some real value.

she gasped in shock, gingerly taking it off him as she thanked whatever god was out there. she’d been missing it for a few days, and she was dreading the impending conversation she would have to have with her father - the disappointment he might have had clouding her thoughts for the past few days.

“thank you! oh, god, i was so worried i lost it, thank you so much!” she was about to give him a hug - a thank you, as she would with anyone else. but, then, she remembered who he was, who she was, and where they were, stopping herself quickly. instead, she tucked the clip into her hair, “uhm, where - where did you find it?” he smiles a little.

“uh, hellfire - funny enough.” she’s a little confused, until she recalled exactly how she had lost it. it’d been in the middle of an a.p. history class, the same room that hosted hellfire on thursdays, and she’d taken it off because she just had the most pounding headache, and knew the pull on her scalp was contributing - at least, somewhat. she’d left it on her desk and, evidently, forgotten about it, “yeah, it was sort of killing the mood of the campaign-”

“campaign?” she looks at him quizzically, and he laughs.

“yeah - uh, d.n.d.? not ringing any - any bells?” she shakes her head, no, and he waves his hand, “never mind, then.” he checked the time, before stuffing his hands a little awkwardly into his pockets, “thought i’d miss you actually - it’s a little late to make first period, right?” she checked her own watch, before realizing it was already 7:40. she sighed under her breath.

“well, my drive ditched me, so i guess i’ll make it for lunch?” she tries an attempt at humor, but she actually is dreading her morning. she goes to turn back into her house to grab her bag and say goodbye, when he speaks.

“oh - if you need a ride, well…” he gestured behind him, the beaten up van parked right in front of the driveway, still on the road a little. that image was definitely not comforting, but he was quick to add on, “and i bet i can get you there on time, too.” it seemed almost worrying, but, she realized, she didn’t really have time to care.

“oh, you don’t mind?”

“well, we are going the same way.” she smiles a bit, a weight lifted off her shoulders.

“i’d love that, thanks.”

she’d been white-knuckling the seatbelt for the past two minutes, and they weren’t even out of the suburbs yet. she tried not to make her worry too obvious, failing miserably.

“hey, don’t worry, this van never gave me anything but a hard time with the ladies.” his joke makes her loosen her grip a bit, a smile replacing her grimace. as he proceeds to the main road, his tactics turn less erratic, allowing her some peace of mind. she takes in a deep breath, before seeing her clip glimmering in the side-view mirror.

“um - munson?”

“you can call me eddie, y’know. or, like, edward, if you’re a nun. or mrs. o’donnell.” she laughs, before correcting herself.

“‘lright, eddie. how’d you know this was mine?” he glances at the road around him for the first time in the whole journey, shifting up a bit in his seat.

“oh, i’ve - uh, i’ve just seen you wearing it.” she’s a bit shocked that he would remember something like that, and he’s quick to clarify, “y’know, in between all the green, the yellow’s a bit shocking.” his explanation was reasonable, but, for some reason, causes her heart to drop a little.

“oh. and how’d you know where i lived?” she doesn’t mean it to come off as an interrogation, but she was genuinely curious. he averts his gaze from the road to glance at her for a second, and his voice is a little quiet, surprisingly serious for him.

“i’m not - like some kind of stalker, if that’s what you’re asking.” her eyes widen, before she shakes her head a little frantically.

“no! no, i mean, i was just a bit curious, because we don’t talk much.”

“we don’t talk at all,” he corrects, “but a lot of your little cheer and basketball buddies like to have private meetings with - uh, with me.” her face must have betrayed her confusion, and he laughs at the expression, “yeah! you know how many people walk around the school halls high on, like, a daily basis?” it makes the colors of her cheeks drain a little, too shocked at the casual nature of his words.

although she disagreed on many things with her rather conservative parents: clothes, sex, music, social issues and politics, she agreed with them firmly in their worries about drugs and drug takers.

“really?” he looks almost shocked that she doesn’t know this, and a cheeky smile crosses his face.

“i’d love to tell you more, sweetheart, but, y’know, confidentiality - and all that. besides, we’re here.” she feels the vehicle jolt to a stop as she turns to look outside, hoping that he wouldn’t see her reaction to the pet name. it was wholly unexpected, but she couldn’t help but feel her stomach turn in some sort of nervous excitement. he’s already out of the car, coming round to her side and opening the door.

he outstretches his arm, that same smile on his face, as he bows a little.

“madam!” he says it like some sort of butler, and it makes her laugh as she quickly exits the van.

“you didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“no? i didn’t?” she knows it’s a joke, and is about to retort, when she hears the bell go. she checks her watch, it reading 7:55 precisely. he really had gotten her to first period on time.

“i have to run for my class but, uh, thanks. like, a lot, i’d barely be out of my cul-de-sac by now if i’d been walking.” his smile is genuine and - she finds herself thinking - honestly, really cute. he waves her a goodbye, a small goofy wave as she whisks off to find her class.

their usual lunch table had been cut in about half - with quite a few down for the count because of some stomach bug. all the people left were those that she barely interacted with so she sat with monica on one end, keeping mostly to themselves.

“y/n?” the girl had been spacing out for the large majority of the day; it was a bit useless for her to have actually made it, considering she spent the whole time thinking of her morning’s saviour. nevertheless, she turns her head to see monica’s uneasy face.

“yeah? is everything okay?”

“i - uh… you tell me, i guess.” upon noticing y/n’s quizzical expression, she rolls her eyes in a way that borderline between playful and exasperated, “you seriously haven’t noticed? look around - are you blind?” she laughs awkwardly, sure monica was making a mountain out of a molehill - as she had often done before. deciding to humor her, she scanned the cafeteria.

indeed, as she trailed her eyes along, she could see several quick eyes avert their gaze from her. there was 2, 3, 5, 8 people who all followed the pattern, and - probably - quite a few more that she’d missed. she felt her eyes drawn back to hellfire’s table, where eddie’s gaze actually met her. he gave her a half-smile, midway through a conversation with one of the other members. it was her turn to look away, turning back to monica.

“what? what the hell is going on?” she always hated the attention that being a well-known person granted her, especially when she was involved in some gossip or the other. but, for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why anyone was looking at her now.

“fine. playing dumb’s never a good look on you, but…” y/n felt a bit aghast at monica’s bluntness, her honest friend now just being rude, “you wanna tell me if you were in munson’s van this morning?” suddenly, everything clicked, and, before she could help it, her face betrayed her understanding. monica gasped in shock, inching a bit away from her, “oh my god, you were actually with him?” monica’s face fell, before turning into a look of disgust, “is that why you were later than usual? were you, like-”

“ew, mon! no, i was not - i was not doing that.” y/n felt her hands bury into her face, before she groaned rather gutterally. this was definitely gossip that would just absolutely ruin her week, “he offered to give me a ride this morning cause jan bailed on me.” monica’s face did not shift much, but she did seem at least a little relieved that her friend was not fucking the freak.

“what, you have him on speed dial? why was he giving you a ride?”

“he showed up at my place to return this,” she pointed at her clip, “he found it at school. i made a joke about walking to school and he offered me a ride. that was it. that was all.” monica’s face is stern, and y/n sighs, “look, it’s not that wild. he was just being nice.”

“no, y/n, that’s the thing. he’s not nice, he’s not sweet, and he’s not the type of guy to just give people rides.” monica looked over at hellfire’s table with disdain evident on her face.

“mon, we talked about this, it’s not like he’s in a cult-”

“that doesn’t matter. he’s a scumbag, probably a criminal, and a freak! i don’t care if it’s a cult or not, wearing clothes like that and liking that satanic stuff means that he isn’t right in the head.” she spoke passionately, and, for a minute, y/n second guessed the impression that he had made on her that morning. he was just so goddamn normal, that the mental image monica was painting - it was making her feel a bit ill, actually.

“okay! okay, just - can we move on?” monica’s quiet for a moment.

“sorry, y/n. i - i just care about you alot. i don’t want you to get hurt, m’kay?” she spoke in an exaggerated accent to make her laugh, and it worked, the both of them reverting to any topic of conversation that wasn’t eddie munson.

unfortunately, the judgemental looks followed her around her classes, they followed her around the hallways and they even caught up with her at home. her mother had obviously ratted out this morning’s encounter to her father, who was waiting upon her with an unavoidable look of disappointment on his face.

“y/n?” he was working when she got home, his hand gripped tighter than usual around his pen as he jotted down a rough draft of something.

“hey, dad.” she avoided his gaze, trying her best to escape up the steps and into her room. however, as her foot rested on the first step, she was reeled back in.

“come back here, i need to talk to you.” she tries not to sigh too loudly, but rolls her eyes as loudly as she can. she retraces her steps, trudging into the living room where she awaited whatever lecture he had planned.

and god, was it a lecture. she was starting to feel a cramp in her left calf, and her bag - still on her shoulders, had been digging into her shoulders for quite a while now. nothing he said was new, either; his words a carbon copy of whatever monica had been telling her all morning. after an exhausting amount of “yes, dad”s and “i know, dad”s, with the occasional “i’m sorry”, he finally sighed deeply.

“honey, you know i’m only telling you this because i love you, right?” she nodded silently, “if everyone thinks that munson boy is no good, there must be fair reason, right?” wrong, she thought, but nodded anyways, “so, i don’t want you to be at all involved with him. have i made myself clear?” he had, for the past half hour.

“yeah, dad.” he gives her a small smile, happy in the knowledge that he wouldn’t have to hear the name ‘eddie munson’ in the context of his daughter anymore.

at least, he hoped so.

in an attempt to not add any fuel to an already raging fire, y/n meticulously avoided associating with eddie in any way, shape or form. she even went as far as to avoid some of the freshmen in hellfire, who she had spoken to often to help adjust to the high school, and dustin and mike’s confused faces at their brushed off greetings was starting to just make her sad.

she started trying to become more invested in those lunchtime conversations, her input still lackluster, but her eyes firmly glued onto whoever was telling a story. in all truth, she wasn’t really even looking at them, just trying very hard to not give the indication of just how much she wanted to look over at eddie. it was a bit pitiful, honestly, but she figured that it was just a phase, one that she absolutely could not entertain.

so, she threw herself wholeheartedly to the persona she had to maintain - just for a few more months. monica, seeing this change, quickly took advantage it, making it her priority number one to invite the girl to the house party at one of the basketball players’ - y/n couldn’t remember who - houses that weekend. unfortunately, that included bringing it up in front of everyone, and monica’s best pleading expression: one that should have honestly been reserved for events much more important than this.

“you’re gonna be at andy’s party, right?” oh, so that was his name. y/n looks at her in unease, as everyone at the table turned to look at her, host included. deciding to not keep them waiting, she plastered a smile on her face.

“yeah, yeah, of course i’m coming.” there’s nods and laughs of agreement and excitement: she’d gained a bit of a reputation for prioritising school over parties, so her actually coming to one was a bit of a novelty in her friend group.

it took her less than two hours to see if she could fake illness to get out of her confirmation, truly dreading the impending party. she was mourning her care-free, solitary plans for that weekend as she zipped up her bag, ready to go home. as she shut her locker, she saw a solid chest adorned with green and white. looking up, a bit confused, she realized it was chance, one of the other guys on the team. he had a lopsided, almost shy smile on his face, and she grinned back politely.

“hey? is everything alright?” they barely ever spoke, but he seemed alright enough, and she was a bit confused as to why he was talking to her.

“hey - yeah, no - everything’s fine.” he’s stumbling a bit, and it’s almost endearing, “i was - well, i was just wondering if you’re still planning to go to andy’s party?” no.

“yeah, yeah - i’m still planning on it.” she laughs a little, but it’s forced. she hopes he doesn’t notice.

“well, then, i was thinking that - uh, maybe we could… i dunno, maybe we could go together?” she’s a little shocked - but only a little, because it’d been pretty obvious chance had been crushing on her for a little while now. she quickly replaces her agape mouth with a smile covering her tense jaw. she can just say no, right? yeah, of course she can, no hard feelings, she knows he’s not ugly, he could get any other girl to go with him-

“yeah, sure!” her voice is squeaky, but she’s sure he’s too relieved to notice.

“oh, that’s great! i’ll pick you up around 7:30 then, is that alright?”

“okay, yeah, that sounds alright.” his smile widens, and y/n feels almost bad that she’s not nearly as excited for this as he is.

friday night rolled around, and, surprisingly punctually, chance showed up just 2 minutes late. her outfit was casual - very casual - but that doesn’t stop him complimenting her repeatedly. it’s sweet, really sweet, actually, and y/n’s stomach’s began to churn.

the party itself reminded her of exactly why she avoided these parties: the reeking of booze heavy in the air, the stuffiness, and the sheer stupidity that everyone in their drunken states were granted. she constantly finds herself having to practically swim through bodies. chance kept a hand - a conservative hand - at her hip, hoping not to lose her in the crowd. it was comforting - really comforting, and she found herself searching for that touch when it escaped her.

as much as she appreciated his approach to this date - it was a date, right? - she found it was outweighed by her huge hate for the party’s athmosphere. she’s quick to pull him into a corner, voicing her concerns.

“i can’t stay here - i’m gonna go get some air!” she has to half-shout so he can hear her. he looks a little disappointed when he hears her, but he quickly replaces it with a sweet smile and reassuring squeeze. he even helped her to the front door, which she walked out of so quickly it seemed that she was running. she almost gulped in the crisp night air, feeling her pounding head and heart slowly calm down.

she had every intention to return to the party after a few minutes but, upon seeing the crowd at the door, she thought that a short walk might allow her a little tranquility. the neighbourhood didn’t look dangerous, but she knew - in the recess of her head - that it was still a stupid idea. with the stories she’d been hearing across the news, she knew it was a little stupid of her - especially as a young woman - to be walking the streets alone. she rationalized it though: there’s not a chance that anything’s actually going to happen, right?

keeping with that mantra, she did actually enjoy some peaceful bliss. that was - at least - until she heard a car drive on the road along the sidewalk she was on. nothing out of the ordinary, until she realized it was slowing down as it neared her. she sucked in a breath, hoping it was just an odd coincidence. she clutched at her elbows tightly, wrapping into herself and walking as quietly as possible - hoping that there was some way that the driver would simply not notice her.

of course, that didn’t happen, with the vehicle coming to a janky stop right next to her. she squeezed her eyes shut, cursing her luck, before she heard a familiar voice.

“y/n?” a head of brown curls peeked out of the driver side window and, all at once, she felt all the muscles in her body release that fight-or-flight tension. her heart hadn’t yet stopped racing, and she went up to him with a giddy smile on her face.

“oh, god - eddie, thank god it’s just you.” he raises an eyebrow, but it’s playful.

“gotta say, it’s nice to hear a pretty girl say that instead of ‘munson, how’d you know where i live?’” he recalls their previous conversation with a laugh, and she smiles at him sheepishly, “hope i’m not interrupting your-” he checked his watch, “midnight walk.”

“no, no - of course not,” she paused, “well, technically, you are, but i don’t really want to be on this walk anymore anyways.”

“right…” he sighed a little, getting out of the van. she backs up a few steps confused as to what he’s doing. he goes over the other side - the passenger seat - and, for just a moment, her heart drops in fear. as quickly as it came, it disappeared, as eddie opened the door and gestured her to come, “c’mon, then. get in.”

“huh?” it was a little unladylike, but she was very confused - and the chill of the night was starting to bite at her fingers.

“i’ll drive you back to the party.” she raises her eyebrows.

“how’d you know about the party?”

“i was - how do i say - bringing the entertainment.” he had a wicked smile on his face, and it supplemented her understanding of the insinuation. this time, however, instead of a aghast look, she laughed, walking over to the other side. as he shut the door behind her and got into his own, he smiled at her, “maybe one day, you and i will have conversations not carried in this shitty van.” she wants to laugh at the joke, but feels a little guilty - he was right, she seemed to only be around him when she needed something - worse, needed a ride. it made her feel like she was buying far too much into this clique-superiority bullshit, and it made her shift uneasily in her seat.

“oh, i - eddie, i’m sorry about all that. i know the - uh, the circumstances always tend to suck for us. i do like you - think you’re great! it’s just, y’know gossip and - and my friends. oh and, of course, my - my parents-”

“don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheart,” there he went again, that name shutting out the ramble that she had started, “i get it.” he said it with a knowing tone, but it almost broke her heart: this was likely a common occurrence for him, and it turned her stomach in knowing of the shittiness of this town.

she wondered how different it would all be, had he been someone else - had she been someone else. they come to a quick stop at the driveway of andy’s place, and he smiles at her - a smile too genuine to be directing at someone like her. she smiles back, not really looking him in the eyes, as she climbed out of the car and he sped away. she sort of watched his van get smaller and smaller, until she hears her name being called.

“y/n?” she whips around to find chase: his hairs a little messy, his breathing’s ragged and he’s got a terrifying rage in his eyes. he’s on her before she can even try back away, and she finds her arm hurting in his harsh grip, “where the fuck did you go?” her eyes flick from his eyes down to their arms, and she winces.

“i - i just needed some fresh air, i told you!”

“i’ve-” he laughs, a humorless laugh, dragging his tongue on his teeth as he looks away from her, “i’ve been looking for you for twenty fucking minutes, just to see you climbing out of that freak’s car?” her eyes widen as she realizes exactly what this is about, and she feels her stomach churning - not nervous, no she was scared.

“chance, i - chance, you’re hurting me!” her voice goes squeaky, as his grip seems to tighten even more, as if he were trying to make a point.

“thought you’d be into this kinda shit, what, if you’re fucking someone like munson.” her jaw falls open, just as his grip on her releases, “you know what, i can’t fucking believe i actually wanted to take you out,” he shook his head, “i gave you the benefit of the doubt. but guess the rumors are true, you really are just a whore.” he dropped her arm with force, turning back into the party with a disgruntled stride.

she sits at the lip of the party, just by the road, nursing her arm by her chest, and resisting the fall of tears from her eyes.

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