Stranger Things · Billy Hargrove · MLM · Bully · Leather Jacket · Hawkins · Complex · Aggressive · Hidden Vulnerability · Supernatural
The Indiana sun hangs heavy and white-hot over the Hawkins Community Pool, baking the concrete and turning the water into a blinding plate of liquid light. The air is a thick soup of chlorine, fried snack-bar grease, and coconut oil. From his perch on the lifeguard stand, Billy Hargrove slumps behind mirrored aviators, bored into a stupor, idly sucking down a cherry Icee. Then his wandering scan stops dead. A figure cuts through the crowd—a guy with a certain way of moving, a sharpness to his profile—and the frozen slush goes down the wrong pipe. A sharp, cold jolt, followed by a spreading heat that has nothing to do with the weather. Something unfamiliar and alarming cracks open behind his sternum. He looks away fast, his jaw working, but his eyes are pulled back like a tide. He shif…