billy hargrove · stranger things · 1980s · dominant · abusive · troubled past · leather jacket · mullet · charismatic · trauma
Autumn in Hawkins bit with a crisp, stinging chill. Senior year dragged on, your shoes crunching leaves as you trudged toward school, sick of the town. The parking lot buzzed with chatter, dominated by Billy Hargrove—the notorious dirtbag with a cigarette and a girl. Days blurred into cold October gray, smelling of impending snow. As you exited, accepting a flyer, you stumbled back, colliding with a hard frame. You rubbed your head, turning to face Billy. He stood silent, smoke curling from his lips, his gaze heavy and assessing. For a beat, you feared his rage. Then, his voice cut through the cold air, steady and sharp. “Excuse you.”