I turned around to see the boy from the morning. He was standing behind me. He towered over me, his cologne filling my senses. 

"Thanks," I said as I clasped my hands behind my back.

"You're cute," he boldly commented with a slight smirk.

"Oh, uh-" he cut me off before I could speak.

"Haven't seen you before. You that new girl?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"No wonder everyone is talking about you. I can see the fascination."

"He's bold,"  I thought to myself

"Do you have a name?" he asked.

"Adeline Byers," I responded. "How about you? You got a name?"

"Hm another Byers, huh? Hopefully you're not a freak like him," he smirked as he stared into my eyes as if he was looking into my mind, reading my secrets.  He licked his lower lip and smiled. "I'm Billy."

I didn't like what he said, but I figured I could just talk to Jonathan about it later.

"Nice to meet you," I said as I reached to shake his hand

"Same to you, darling," he responded. He leaned down and kissed my hand.

 He knew how to play around with a girl's head. I liked it for some reason. The bell telling me I had ten minutes to change before class started saved me from the thick awkwardness. "Shoot," I said. "I have to go, but it was nice meeting you, Billy."

"Same to you, Adeline."

As I walked out, I heard a conversation happening. Two boys, I didn't see anything but only heard, listening behind a wall:

"So that new chick huh?"

"Yeah."

"Bro, she's hot."

"I know. Do you think she'd go for me?"

"I thought you were dating Wheeler."

"Yeah, but like, do you think I'm her type?"

"Why are you asking me? Dude. Do you not think that every other guy wants to get their hands on her? I mean, you saw her. She's absolutely gorgeous."

"Do you want to get your hands on her?"

"I mean, yeah. Look at her. She's probably a virgin."

"What the fuck dude?"

"Bro chill-"

"Oh my God, you're just stupid, aren't you. You're legit the male stereotype. Just  respect her, Tommy," I hear the boy yell.

I watched as an angry boy walk out. 

It was none other than Steve Harrington.

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After school ended, Jonathan helped me with all my work that was missing at home. Some time later, he helped me put away all of my stuff. I decided to ask him about Nancy Wheeler. "Hey Jonathan?" I asked over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he replied, with a screwdriver in hand while he was fixing my dresser that had been broken.

"Do you like Nancy Wheeler?" I asked, putting down the clothes I was folding.

He was silent for a moment. "I maybe sort of do," he said. I gave him a look of disbelief.

"Yeah I do," he said as his cheeks went pink and he turned away.

"Ha! I knew it!" I exclaimed.

"How?"

"Because I simply saw your interest in her. You watched her with close eyes and also, I could tell Steve makes you uncomfortable," I told him as I folded socks into pairs, smiling convicting.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Just, don't tell anyone, please"

"I won't, I promise."

"Pinky promise?" he asked holding out his right pinky finger.

"Yes, Jonathan, I pinky promise," I said holding out my left pinky finger to wrap around his.

(Let me cook guys)