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It was a long-awaited Friday, one of the first of the new school year, and the cafeteria buzzed with electricity. Mostly due to the anticipation of some sports ball game, or another, but in a friendly corner, toward the end of a familiar table, a group of voices clamored amongst themselves, excitedly, blissfully ignoring the energy generated by the rest of the room.
“New semester, new campaign! C'mon, Eddie, man!” A scrawny sophomore groaned. “We’ve been doing nothing but one offs for weeks now!”
Sliding a pretzel between his lips, the head of the rattling table lifted an eyebrow with a coy smile.
“By failing to prepare, Wheeler, you’re preparing to fail. S'not my fault if you’ve refused to see my, mmh, readiness exercises as anything more than mere placeholders.” He chuckled with all the sinister theatrics he could muster, bringing a laugh to the table, and gasps from a cluster of girls seated nearby.
“My sincerest apologies.” Eddie gave them a cordial half-bow from his seat, which garnered him only a few odd looks and an eye roll. ‘Can’t win ‘em all.’ Though he’d grown quite used to that, thinking nothing of it as he turned back to his flock. “…a-a-anyway, we’ll see how that lack of preparedness serves you in your daunting trials ahead.”
“Daunting trials, he says. This guy!” A heavy-set boy to Eddie’s other side droned in a tone half in disbelief and half in delight.
It was Hellfire Friday, once again.
“Indeed, and I expect you, one and all, to come prepared. Each of my, ahem, 'one offs’, came packaged with a lesson.” He rolled his head toward Mike with a smarmy grin. “A clue, if you will, that will aid you in your arduous tasks. An’ no repeats if you weren’t paying attention, been writing that shit for weeks. Not my fault if you refuse to appreciate it.”
“At least give us a hint, man!” Gareth pleaded over the rim of his soda can.
“'Fraid not, my little adventurers! All will be revealed in due time, now huddle up; got a few things to keep in mind, yeah?"
In his best commanding voice, Eddie began to ramble a bit, seemingly enjoying the sensation of spinning an intricate tale - or the sound of his own voice, it was hard to be certain sometimes. All heads leaned in, hanging on his every word, save the far-gazed Dustin at Mike’s arm who continued to gaze, curiously, out the window.
He sipped chocolate milk through a straw, idly, as he sat pondering something in the courtyard. For a moment, he looked as though he might get up, but quickly sunk back down into his seat. He had seemingly gone ignorant to the hum of voices around him, until he was snapped out of his daze by a pretzel grazing the tip of his nose.
"Am I borin’ you, Henderson?” Eddie asked, another pretzel between his fingers, ready to be flicked.
“N-No, it’s just-” Dustin began, grabbing for a napkin.
“Then why, oh why, is my little sheepie looking so lost again?”
“Rude, dude.” Gareth mumbled under his breath.
Dabbing at his chin, and a few spots on the table, Dustin looked to Eddie apologetically; nodding, reflexively, if only to keep peace at the table for the time being.
“S-Sorry man, I just… n-noticed something, that’s all.” He gestured toward the window he’d been staring out.
“Well, clearly it wasn’t all the effort I’ve been puttin’ in for you guys, eh?” Eddie eyed him for a moment as he got to his feet, turning on his heels toward the row of windows behind them; the smirk on his face betraying the fact he was hardly upset at all.
A few short strides, and Eddie pressed his nose flat to the window pane, dark eyes scanning the busy school yard for whatever could have pulled Dustin’s attention away from the gory details of their impending campaign. For several long moments, he noticed nothing particularly out of the ordinary, just the regular passing of the odd group of students here and there.
“Not sure what’s got you so utterly transfixed out here, Henderson.” His voice was slightly muffled as he comedically kept his face pressed to the glass, gathering him more than a few strange looks.
“So, as I was saying-” Eddie began again as he started to turn around, stopping only when his gaze crossed with that of a group of wild jocks.
Rather, he noticed them as they continued to enjoy pretending he didn’t exist, lest it suited them - all the better for him, really, when it came down to it. Though their utter unawareness of the twisted, mocking face he made at them against the window pane was, admittedly, a bit disappointing. Content that whatever had been interesting had passed, and his antics would go unnoticed, Eddie made to turn around once more, before spotting what must have surely been the point of Dustin’s fixation. Maybe?
At the far side of the yard, a girl sat hunched intently over a broad sketch pad, utterly engrossed in her task. Her ample thighs giving support to the wide, thick paper as she rested her back against the warm bricks - an array of fine colored pencils sat upright in a pouch by her knee, along with several others spread out within easy reach.
“Whoops!” An unfamiliar voice bellowed overhead. The girl barely had a moment to look up, before catching sight of her pencils scattering across the pavement and grass, neatly punted by one of the boys as they passed.
“My bad!” Said another, purposefully skipping a step to ensure his heel came down hard on the few that remained at her side, splintering the wood, and crushing the soft cores to a useless dust.
Snickering to themselves, the group didn’t even take a moment to break their passing stride as the girl, with more patience and grace than the situation deserved, placed her work aside to gather her belongings back, before more were carelessly ruined underfoot by students scurrying by.
“Should be more careful!” A cocky blonde at the head of the group called over his shoulder with a mock tone of concern.
Jason Carver. Eddie was unfortunately familiar with the popular, well-liked, golden boy. He could almost remember a time when the two of them might have been friends, or at least not so stereotypically the antithesis of one another, but that time had long passed. Though Jason rarely participated, actively, in the antagonistic antics of his peers, he was woefully slow, if not completely unwilling to stop it.
Eddie grimaced sympathetically as he watched the girl gingerly weave her hands between passing legs, trying her best not to get her fingers stepped on. Holding his tongue between his lips for a long while, his train of thought was broken only when Dustin’s gently inquisitive voice beckoned to him.
“I mean, I’d just never seen her before. Out there, by herself, never talking to anyone, and it’s been that way for days. Weeks? I don’t know, I guess I was just thinkin’, y'know… little lost sheep?” He grinned and shrugged, unsure if it was his place to make such a suggestion. Eddie spoke often of passing the mantle to his younger group members but, at present, seemed rather content to be in the position of decision making.
Turning back toward the table, his face stern, Eddie opened his metal lunchbox and swept anything he hadn’t finished, inside and slammed it closed. Lacing his fingers he cracked his knuckles, and nodded to the group members in turn, wordlessly. He hadn’t anticipated playing shepherd today, on this, the day his longest and most brutal campaign yet began, but when had anything expected ever really happened to him? He’d made it his duty to look after people like those he called friends, those like Dustin, Lucas, and Mike - and they were the ones for whom he strived to set an example.
Besides, Higgins couldn’t keep him here forever. Right?
“Good lookin’ out, Henderson.” Eddie clapped an amiable hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Hellfire’s gonna need people like you, when the rest of us ascend to the great beyond, eh?”
“Like that’ll ever happen.” Gareth snorted at him.
“Never say never, big boy.” Eddie pointed a finger under his nose, giving it a friendly flick before skipping a few steps away.
“I’ll catch up with you all tonight, same time, same place. Come prepared.” He tossed a wink in Mike’s direction.
Eddie had never considered himself much of a hero; it was easier to play one behind an inch tall figurine. Better even yet, to devise the machinations that would drive little would-be heroes toward their goals. On paper anyway. Damsels usually found him a cause for their distress, or at least tended to cross the street or double check their car door locks when he passed by.
Yet there he stood, a few bold strides away as Dustin’s Damsel gathered the last of her sullied supplies, looking rather helpless, knees down on the sidewalk. Yeah, that looked enough like distress… and there was a first time for everything. Usually.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted one of her pencils that had likely been scattered in the brief fray and stooped to pick it up. Letting it roll across his palm, he admired the deep red hue or “crimson lake” as the silver, inlaid label called it - he knew next to nothing about art and what supplied it, but it was clear these were no discount bin Crayola. ‘Crimson Lake’ he thought to himself, lost briefly in thought; almost worthy of being the name of a campaign landmark. Leaving his dungeon planning for tonight’s festivities he finally stepped toward the girl, who’d yet to get to her feet, and held the pencil down to her eye level with the most genuine smile he could muster.
“Missed one!” He tried to twirl it, smoothly, between his fingers like a baton and only succeeded in sending it clattering onto the concrete. Critical miss.
“Ugh.” The girl cringed at the sound and snatched the scuffed pencil off the sidewalk, securing it before more damage could be done. “Thanks, I guess?”
“Oof, hey, that’s not usually how that trick goes, my bad.” Eddie grinned, trying to smooth over his moment of embarrassment, quickly looked for any distraction from his fumble, a segue back to his trademark charm. Scanning for any additional pencils she might have missed, his eyes instead fell on her sketchpad and he was immediately, unabashedly, drawn in.
“Oh, this, th-i-i-s here? This is sick!” Resisting the childlike urge to snatch the paper up for a better look - he figured her belongings had been mishandled enough for one day - he crouched over the drawing she’d been working on and rubbed his hands excitedly. He licked his lips, eyes scanning the page back and forth, taking in the level of detail she’d managed already, and even he could tell it was only half finished.
“Sweet! It's… it’s the Trees of Valinor, right? Oh man, this is so wicked. A lady of culture and taste, I see, to suffer the Silmarillion.” He mimed tipping a hat, cordially, in her direction before turning back to admire the piece once more.
The girl was quiet for a few long moments as she got to her feet and dusted herself off, hopeful to preserve any shred of dignity she had left. Eyeing the strange boy for a moment she was flattered at his admiration of her work, to be sure, though curious as to what had drawn him to it now.
“Yeah… yeah it is. You, um, you recognized it? Just like that?” She asked gently; her encounters thus far at Hawkins High, including today, had seemingly left her unsure of who could be easily talked to.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Eddie lit up again, with no small amount of enthusiasm.
He’d been a rabid fan of Tolkien since he could remember knowing how to read. Even if the text didn’t always make sense to his young mind, he’d devoured them again and again, enamored by the high fantasy lore. He could probably quote them by page number at this point, but one step at a time.
“Look at that, Laurelin, there…” His fingers traced the curve of golden boughs on the paper, again, careful not to actually touch it. “…and Telperion. Oh man, how’d you get it to look like true silver like that? I know, I know the magician never reveals their secrets but, damn, this is bitchin’!”
She watched curiously as he pored over her drawing, like a frantic boy, never having seen someone so enamored with art derived from, what most would call, nerd literature. Nevermind being able to recognize it at first sight. It brought a tentative smile to her face for a moment, before she laid eyes on the remains of a pale gray pencil, now mostly splinters.
“Doesn’t matter how, guess it’ll never be finished.” She bent to pick up the pencil, surprised at how well it still clung together, even if it was entirely useless now.
“Huh?” Eddie broke his gaze with the drawing and glanced up; he was fairly sure whatever was in her hands used to be a pencil. “Ah, damn, ruined, huh? Those dudes are such pricks, let me tell ya’, don’t feel too special, they pull that kinda’ shit with everyone who doesn’t fit their mold.”
“I’ll try not to let the royal treatment go to my head?” She raised an eyebrow, knowing he meant well, but it was difficult to see much good, given the circumstances. “Fuck, these are expensive. Ack, uh, excuse me.”
“Far be it from me to judge the speech of a woman scorned.” He raised both hands with an unapologetic grin, though behind it lay a bit of an empathetic gritting of his teeth. Something in her voice told him they wouldn’t easily be replaced - a feeling he knew well.
She sank in on herself for a moment, and he couldn’t tell if she was simply embarrassed at the outburst, or if something else was eating at her entirely. He knew the cost to have and keep something important to you, and the fear of having it ruined or lost… so quite likely the latter.
“I’m Eddie, by the way.” He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the awkward silence blooming between them.
“I know.”
“You… know?” He tilted his head to one side and studied her profile as she set about packing her things. His uncle had always warned him overindulgence in the herb would stunt his brain, but he was certain he’d never spoken to this girl before today.
“We have chemistry together. Though, you tend to spend most of it asleep, yeah?”
“Ohh, yeah that’s right after lunch! Full tummy, it’s nap time for growing boys, you know?” He patted his belly, hoping to elicit a laugh - but understood her sustained silence, all things considered. “Those who know me, call me ‘The Freak’, those who love me call me The Dungeon Master.”
She tilted her head in his direction with a slight eye roll and a smirk. It wasn’t the laughter he had hoped for, but it was a start.
“I see, and which would you prefer I call you?” She studied him for a moment as she hoisted her bag onto one shoulder, just in time for the bell to ring.
“We-e-ell, that remains to be seen. Right now, I figure you’re hovering pretty close to 'freak’, but if you churn out sick pieces like that?” He gestured to her sketch pad again. “I’m hopin’ we eventually land at Dungeon Master.”
His infectious grin failed to rouse her, yet again, as she pointed to the bound drawing book just behind him.
“Mind handing me that?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, sure, here…” Tenderly, he wrapped his fingers around the edges of the paper and handed over her collection of masterpieces. Clicking his tongue as he watched her fold it closed and tuck it under her arm, wondering what other treats for the eye it held. “Eddie. Eddie is fine for now. We can work with that, yeah?”
“Right. Well, 'Eddie Is Fine’, I’ve gotta’ be off. We, uh, both do… I guess.”
“Yeah, right, 'cause the bell… oh, wait, I had something for you. Red, red, your red.” He patted his pockets a few times, remembering vividly picking up the pencil he’d used to break the ice between them. Ice that was rapidly reforming.
“You… you gave it to me already.” She wiggled her fingers, teasing him about his prior, pencil twirling mishap.
“That I did!” He said with feigned, and utter confidence. “Just makin’ sure you remembered, you know? Sweet shade of red, by the way. ‘Crimson Lake!’ Hey, so listen…"
He looked up to see she’d already turned and begun to walk away, and he hadn’t even made his proper pitch yet. Not a man to take no for an answer, at least not the first or third time, he jogged boldly to her side, trying to stoke the embers of conversation again.
"So, listen, mind if I talk while we walk?” He grinned down at her as his presence parted the hallway crowd for them.
“I don’t think you’ve stopped talking yet. You pour all your points into charisma? I’d say that investment isn’t paying off.”
“Whoa! Attack of opportunity, and she knows when to strike. I like it… so uh, you’re new, and I’ve got this thing I’d be interested in you being interested in…”
Hopefully, he could get his spiel out before they reached the door; not that he was averse to talking through another boring lecture, of course. It’d be a refreshing change of pace for his typical nap period, anyway. Still, she at least seemed to be listening, so far, and utterly unashamed to be seen walking with him; he’d thank a lucky roll for that.