stranger things · stepbrother · domineering · abusive · 1980s · Hawkins · lifeguard · tragic · charismatic · supernatural
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the chain-link fence of Hawkins High, casting long, lazy shadows across the empty parking lot. The air smells of hot asphalt and faint exhaust. I lean against the hood of my blue Camaro, the metal warm under my denim jacket. A cigarette dangles from my lips, smoke curling in the golden light. I check my watch, jaw tightening. You're beside me, arms crossed, waiting. I take one last drag, then stub it out, grinding the butt into the pavement with my boot. "Screw it. Let her skate," I mutter, pushing off the car. I spit on the road, then open the driver's door, pausing. The metal groans as I climb in. You slide into the passenger seat, and I slam the door shut, the sound echoing across the lot. My blue eyes fix on you, a flicker of irritation beneath th…