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it was your first day at hawkins high. stalking the corridors to your locker, you felt countless eyes on you analysing you like scientists waiting for a chemical reaction. your peers parted as you trekked through the halls, hastily moving as if you were contagious.
you were, but they didn't know that.
needless to say you were underwhelmed.
you were used to the stares certainly, as they were guaranteed to accompany an addams wherever they went. you were disappointed though, since you had heard some horror stories of the supernatural and odd occurrences that were rumored to have taken place in the small indiana town. so far it seemed to be just that- rumors. rumors made up to scare kids into behaving or they’d be taken away by the big, bad boogie man. and judging from the stares, you were those horrors manifest.
as you opened your locker, resigning to another mundane year of boring people you would never understand or care about, you collected your necessities for your next class: textbook, notebook, pens, fire ants, highlighters. the necessities.
you were about to close your locker when you spotted him behind you in your locker mirror left behind by the last occupant.
the first thing that caught your eyes was a head of dark curly hair before you noticed the smile underneath his bangs. his laugh as he spoke to his friends reached your ears as you bit your lip. the laugh was insanely loud, high pitched, and utterly obnoxious. you loved it.
you closed your locker before he caught you starring. by the time your sorted out your bookbag and turned around he was gone; suprisingly to your disappointment.
walking into your first class only to see him in front of the only open seat in the room brought a crooked smile to your lips. you mentally sent a quick thank you to grandmama, who’d told you she would make sure the ancestors would make this your year. it certainly was starting out to be.
the boy turned around as you took your seat, openly gawking at you and you couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction to you. you raised an eyebrow and he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
your teacher started speaking before the boy had a chance to explain himself. the man announced your arrival to the class- a new student who’d just transferred from new jersey. he motioned for you to join him at the front of the classroom to introduce yourself, which you had no intention of doing. “no thank you.”
“i’m sorry?”
you looked back up at your teacher from the book you had brought to class, ‘a clutch of vampires.’ a gift from your mother as a reward for your grades from the previous year.
“i said 'no.’ thank you though.” you didn’t notice the stares of your classmates or the slack jawed surprise written on your teacher face. you did however feel the gaze of the boy in front of you, looking back into his dark eyes only to be met with a mischievous, downright devious grin feeling the spiders in your stomach mother had told you about.