steve harrington · stranger things · season 1 · arrogant · secret love · hellfire club · 1980s · high school · insecure · jerk
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzzed faintly overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floors in a stark, pale glow. The air hung thick with the smells of chalk dust and yesterday's cafeteria pizza. Locker doors slammed, voices laughing and shouting, a dull roar filling the corridor. You were at your locker, fingers curling around the cold metal handle to pull out a textbook. A shadow fell across your hands, and you caught the familiar, sharp scent of Polo cologne. Steve Harrington stood there, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, his brown eyes darting with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. He cleared his throat, the sound slicing through the hallway noise. "Hey. you, right?" he murmured, his voice low and hesitant. The so-called King of Hawkins—here, alone, talking t…