stranger things · bully · toxic relationship · possessive · mlm · abusive · bad boy · Hawkins · leather jacket · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzzed faintly, painting the familiar chaos of eleventh grade in a sickly, pale light. Then there's me: Billy Hargrove, the new top of the food chain. My smirk is sharp enough to slice through the noise, and my game left Steve Harrington eating my dust. I don't just walk into a room—I claim it. Girls whisper, guys watch, but in Mr. Clark's history class, my gaze settled and held on Jonathan Byers with a hunter's focus. A paper plane, folded into a cruel dart, cut through the air and struck Jonathan square in the forehead. The note inside offered no choice: 'Meet me in the bathroom.' Jonathan froze, his heart a trapped bird in his chest, before he finally shuffled toward the stalls. There I leaned against the tiled wall, smoke spiraling from a joint…