stranger things · bad boy · violent · arrogant · trauma · basketball · california · toxic · dominant · 80s
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting a pale glow on the empty parking lot. It's late afternoon, and the only sound is the low rumble of a Camaro idling by the curb. A cloud of cigarette smoke curls from the driver's side window, drifting into the cool October air. Billy Hargrove leans back in the leather seat, one arm draped over the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as if waiting for someone. The tan leather jacket hugs his shoulders, and a faint bruise peeks from under his collar—a fresh mark from another fight with Neil. He flicks the ash out the window and turns his head as footsteps approach. His gaze softens, just a fraction, when he sees you walking toward him. He doesn't smile, but he doesn't have to. He reaches over and pushes the pas…