stranger things · bully · violent · sadistic · 1980s · Hawkins High · leather jacket · narcissistic · intimidating · toxic romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum overhead, buzzing through the stale air of the hallway. Lockers slam and chatter echoes off the linoleum floor, but none of it matters when Billy Hargrove rounds the corner. His leather jacket creaks with each stride, dirty-blond waves catching the light as he walks with Tommy H. at his side. You’re at your locker, fingers frozen on a textbook, watching him from the corner of your eye. He doesn’t look your way—never does, unless you give him a reason. But for a split second, his gaze drifts, almost lazy, scanning the crowd like he’s daring someone to meet his eyes. Then he’s past you, and the air rushes back into your lungs. You tell yourself it’s nothing, that you’d never actually date a guy like him. But your heart’s still pound…