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Steve would consider himself and Robin close.
Like, brother and sister level close, but even he was surprised when Robin told him she wanted his help to join the lacrosse team.
“You can play lacrosse?” Steve asked as they wandered through the comic book store they worked at, both loading shelves as they went.
“Yeah, I was pretty good at it growing up. And I can practise with you, if I'm not good enough to join the team then you can tell me.” Robin shrugged.
“Okay, we can try.” Steve agreed. “The guys on the team ain't gonna like it, they'll probably give you a hard time.”
Robin snorted. “I'm not worried about a bunch of jocks, Steve.”
“Okay, let's do it.”
Steve was even more surprised when Robin was actually good.
She had the speed and agility for midfield, so Steve trained her as one, both getting at least an hour or two of practice in a day throughout the summer.
Sometimes the kids would join then, usually resulting in a few of them wrestling instead of playing.
Come the beginning of their junior year Robin was ready for tryouts.
Robin wasn't surprised when some of the boys started arguing with Steve when he brought Robin along for tryouts. But what did surprise her was that a large majority of the boys actually backed the two of them, effectively outnumbering the ones against the idea.
Coach Hopper looked sceptical, but after clarifying with Robin that she could take a hard hit (“if they can catch me.”) he shrugged, telling her if she was good enough she'd make it, but he was risking a season just to seem woke.
Robin was good, one of the better ones on the field that day, and while most of the boys hyped her up, some of them seethed; Jason in particular.
He had always had an issue with Robin, it was actually his incessant bullying of Robin that made Steve snap and turn against him.
Robin figured it was one of two things; a faith reason or a closet reason.
Either way, Robin enjoyed watching how angry he got.
“Did you see how red her got?” Steve laughed, arm slung over her shoulder as they stumbled out of the locker room.
Robin was just barely able to stop Steve before her stumbled headlong into the person in front of him, steadying the boy.
“Oh, hey, Nancy.” He smile.
"Steve,” Nancy nodded with a little smile, before turning to eyes to Robin. “Robin.”
"Hey, Nancy." Robin nodded, and she could feel the way Steve was watching her.
"You're on the team?" Nancy tilted her head slightly, and Robin felt like she was about to go into some sort of fight or flight mode, setting her on edge.
"Uh, yeah."
"She was one of the best out there," Steve grinned proudly, clapping a hand on Robin's shoulder.
Nancy smiled at that. "Well, I look forward to seeing you out there."
"Nancy!" The three of them turned to see Jason standing by his car impatiently. "Let's go."
Nancy nodded, and Robin watched the way her eyes hardened, her smile fake when she turned back to them. "See you both later."
They both said their goodbyes, watching Nancy as she climbed into Jason's car.
"He's a dick," Robin grumbled.
"That's an understatement," Steve huffed, gently tugging on Robin's shoulder. "Come on, we're going going to mind to get changes then going to Eddie's to celebrate."
Robin spend enough time around Steve, and at Steve's house that she was more than comfortable to follow him into his bedroom to borrow clothes.
“Okay, remember I can tell when you're lying.” Steve turned to point at her as he headed to his drawers, routing around for a t-shirt for Robin.
“Okay?” Robin frowned.
“Since when have you had a thing for Nancy Wheeler?” Steve turned with a smirk as he launched the shirt at Robin.
“What I don't-” she started as the shirt hit her chest, but stopped when Steve gave her a flat look. “Okay, so I do. So what?”
Robin turned defensively, changing into the shirt with her back to Steve.
“Since when?” He asked again, changing his own shirt.
“I dunno,” Robin sighed. “I've always kinda noticed her, but she was Nancy Wheeler, everyone noticed Nancy Wheeler.”
“But then it wasn't just that?”
“I don't know when it changed.” Robin shrugged. “It feels like one morning I just walked into school and suddenly I had a crush on Nancy. I think maybe it had to do with that piece she wrote, about those transgender kids, you know the one?”
Steve nodded. “That was like, months ago.”
“Six,” Robin grumbled. “Give or take a few days, but who's counting.”
“Why do you sound so bummed about it,” Steve frowned. “Nancy's a catch.”
“And she's seeing Jason.” Robin pointed out.
“Seeing is the important word there. It's not exclusive.” He looked smug, like he had made a point, one Robin didn't agree with.
“It's never gonna happen, doofus.” Robin pushed her dirty shirt into her shoulder, pushing him back slightly. “She's straight.”
Robin turned to leave, only getting a few steps before Steve was in front of her again. “You shouldn't assume that kinda thing, Buck, come on. You're better than that.”
“What do you want me to do, Steve?” Robin huffed. “She has only ever dated men.”
“And you've dated no one,” Steve pointed out, smiling sheepishly when Robin glared at him. “I'm just saying, it's kinda slim pickings around here.”
“No shit,”
“And she doesn't have a type when she dates men, neither.” Steve said. “She went out with that lawyers son, that weirdo Johnathan and now a jock.”
“Johnathan is nice,” Robin depended.
“No, I know, I like him. What I'm saying is she's into weirdos and jocks.” Steve held his hands out and grinned. “You tick two outta the three there.”
“Fuck you,”
Steve laughed when Robin pushed him aside.
–
The thing about locker room talk is that it doesn't stay in the locker room.
Robin had the solice of her own locker room while the boys shared the one just across the way, but when she was out on the field, there was no hiding from it.
Robin always got particularly pissed off when Nancy was brought.
“Isn't she your girlfriend?” On of the boys laughed at the comment.
“Nah, she ain't my girlfriend.” Jason scoffed, then shrugged. “She's just hot, ya know.”
Robin thought he was fucking crazy to not jump at the chance to proudly call Nancy his.
Robin hung back after training, telling Steve she was going to get some practice in before her shift that night.
Steve went off to shower before his shift, the pitch emptying out, everyone leaving as Robin slung ball after ball toward the goal.
She was so focused, frustrated by how the guys had been talking about not only Nancy but a few other girls from the school.
“Something on your mind?”
Robin stuttered mid swing at the words, the ball bouncing off the ground and rolling away.
“Nancy,” Robin frowned, tearing her helmet off and frowning at the girl. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was supposed to meet Jason here, he said he'd drop me home.”
Robin's hands curled into fists, because Nancy knew Jason had forgotten about her, that much was clear.
“How about I walk you home?” Robin offered, because it was either that or she was going to tear into Jason.
“Oh, it's okay, your busy and I'm not far.”
“I think I'm done here, I need to get to work anyway. I need to walk passed your place to get there,” Robin shrugged. “If you want to hang out for five, I just need to shower real quick.”
Nancy eyed her for a second, smiling when Robin gave her an playful look. “How do you know where I live?”
For a slip second Robin panicked, because that was weird, even in a small town, but then she noticed Nancy's grin, the mischievous glint in her her.
And good god, this girl was going to be the death of her.
“I walked Max over a couple of times, and Will. They hang out at the comic book store a lot, usually until closing.” Robin said. “Not quite the exciting reason you thought, huh?”
“No. It is sweet, though.”
“Not all jocks are brainless jerks, Wheeler. Adjust your prejudice.” Robin tutted playfully.
“Most are, though.” Nancy shot back, little smirk playing on her lips.
“That we can both agree on.” Robin pointed at her, backing into the locker room. “Be right back.”
Robin quickly showered, pulling on her clothes, fumbling with her bag as she stumbled and tripped as she came out of the locker room, but managed to stay standing.
Nancy looked up from her phone, eyeing Robin through her eyelashes. She was posted up against the wall, dressed in a pretty black skirt and brown sweatshirt, one that was just a little too big of her.
She grinned cheekily at Robin. “Enjoy your fall,”
“Yeah, the view was pretty.” Robin shot back, and that was enough to make Nancy pause, her cheeks heating up slightly. “Come on, Wheeler, I don't want to leave Steve alone for too long.”
“That is a bad idea,” Nancy agreed, walking alongside Robin.
“It's too nice of a day to be driving, anyway.” Robin said, fixing her kit bag on her shoulder.
“You were really focused before.” Nancy pointed out. “I was standing there for almost ten minutes before I said anything.”
“Yeah, just frustrated, ya know? It's a good way to get that out.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Boys are just pigs sometimes.” Robin shrugged.
“Don't I know it,” Nancy grumbled. “Someone on the team hitting on you?”
“Nah, nothing like that.” Robin shook her head. “Locker room talk doesn't stay in the locker room.”
“Oh,” Nancy understood immediately.
“Yeah,” Robin sighed. “Steve always stops it when he hears is, but he isn't always around. I tell them to stop whenever I'm around but it just has me wondering what gets said behind my back.”
“I don't even want to imagine,” Nancy's lip pulled up in disgust.
“Will you still be writing for the school news paper this year?” Robin quickly changed the subject, because she couldn't handle Nancy asking what they say.
“Yeah, I am.”
“What kinda stuff have you got planned?”
“Oh, I don't know about that, Buckley.” Nancy grinned teasingly at Robin. “That's tops secret, need to know.”
“Well,” Robin grinned, kicking a stone with the toe of her boot. “I need to know what kinda stuff I'm gonna be reading for the rest of the year.”
“Oh, a fan?” Nancy teased as they came to a stop at the end of the Wheeler driveway. “Do you want me to sign a copy of the school news paper?”
“Only if you add your number on as well.” Robin said, and as soon as the words left her lips she realised how that sounded. And Nancy did, too, her eyebrow arching, head tilting. “No, I didn't- I'm not hitting on you. It's just- I think it'd be nice to have friends who aren't boys or two years younger than me.”
“I think your right,” Nancy hummed, holding a hand out.
“I don't have a school paper on me,” Robin patted her pockets, like one was going to magically appear.
“Your phone, Buckley.” Nancy laughed.
“Oh, right,” Robin fished her phone from her pocket and unlocked it, handing it off to Nancy.
Nancy typed on her phone for a short moment before locking it and handing it back to Robin. “Thank you for walking me home.”
“Yeah no worries.” Robin nodded, back pedalling in the direction of the store. “Jason's a moron, Nance. Don't let him being a shitbird get to you.”
“I didn't think about him the entire way home.” Nancy admitted. “See you tomorrow, Robin.”
“Tomorrow,” Robin nodded, flashing Nancy a little smile before turning on her feet and heading off to work.
Max, Jane and Will were all there, sitting on the counter as Steve showed them some of the new comics they got in that day.
They all stopped immediately, eyeing Robin curiously.
“You're peppy,” Max tilted her head.
“I'm always peppy.”
Will snorted, ducking his head when Robin glared at him.
Robin disappeared into the back to put her back away, turning to find Steve leaning against the door, smirking at her.
“What?”
“They're right, you were smiling when you came in.” Steve said. “I know I left you out on that field alone, what happened?”
“Jason was supposed to drop Nancy off home but he left without her.” Robin shrugged. “I was finishing up so I walked home with her.”
“You mean you walked her home.”
“Don't,” Robin groaned as Steve shook her.
“Come on, at least you've spoken to her now. That's one step up.”
“A step up to nothing, Steve, relax.” Robin brushed past him and for the second time in so many hours she was startled to find Nancy standing there.
Mike had joined the trio on the counter, Nancy chatting with Max, Jane and Will.
“She never sticks around,” Steve murmured, and Robin rolled her eyes before heading out.
“Hey,” Nancy smiled at Robin. “I promise I'm not stalking you, my mom asked me to drop Mike off here.”
“I'm sure there are worse people in this town to stalk me,” Robin teased, little smile pulling on her lips as she leaned her elbows on the counter.
Robin knew everyone else around then was watching them curiously, but Nancy didn't seem to mind, smiling at Robin as she leant her hip against the counter.
“What comic do you think someone like me should start with?” Nancy questioned curiously. “I want to see what these guys are so obsessed with.”
Robin hummed curiously before rounding the counter, motioning for Nancy to follow her. “I'll show you one of my favourites.”
Robin led Nancy down a few rows before stopping and scanning the shelves for half a second before she found what she was looking for.
“Spider-Gwen,” she said as she grabbed a few different comics, holding them out to Nancy. “These are in my top three, I love them.”
“Okay,” Nancy nodded. “I'll read them tonight, text me so I have your number and I can let you know what I think?”
“I'll text you on my break,” Robin agreed, pointing at the three comics in Nancy's hand. “That enough? We have the next three volumes if you want them.”
Nancy flicked through one of the comics, nodding. “Yeah, I'll take the other three.”
Robin grabbed them and led Nancy back to the counter to ring her up.
“I'll let you know,” Nancy held up the comics, her eyes on Robin's as she backed up towards the door.
“I think you'll like’em.”
Nancy nodded, her eyes gliding around the room. “See you later, guys.”
The group murmured a goodbye, and when Robin turned to Max she was watching her with a curious look.
“What?” Robin frowned, glancing around the group to see everyone watching her, bar Mike who was entirely uninterested.
“Nothin’,” Max smirked, Jane grinning against her shoulder.
Robin glared at Steve, holding his hands up. “What? I didn't say anything.”
“It's kinda obvious, he didn't need to.” Robin expected those words to come from Max, maybe even Jane, but not sweet Will Byres.
“You guys are the worst.”
–
Robin had never spoken to Nancy Wheeler before that day on the pitch, not more than a few words, she would just pine from afar which was doable.
But in the months she spoke to Nancy that first time there wasn't a day that went by that Robin didn't speak to Nancy, whether that was at school, at the store or over text.
It was nice, Robin hadn't been lying when she said it would be nice to have a female friend her age, but the more she spoke to Nancy, the more she realised that what everyone said about her at school and around town wasn't true.
Nancy was easy to deal with when she was just the pretty popular girl with nice eyes.
But then Robin found out she was kind, and smart. And funny, which had completely bowled Robin over.
Robin could deal with pretty girls -deal well with them? That's debatable, but she could deal- but when a girl was funny? Robin was a mess.
So, yeah, the theory Robin had that maybe her crush would go away the more she got to know Nancy was very much proven untrue.
The thing was, Nancy wasn't exactly not giving her signals.
Robin thought she was imagining it, gay goggles or whatever, but Steve noticed it, even Max and Jane pointed it out one day.
It had Robin's brain in a spiral because in her head there had never been a chance and now, with this sliver of hope, it was twisting Robin up.
They had been friends six months when the rumors started.
The first Robin heard of it was second period, hearing Nancy's name and immediately tuning in; apparently Jason had fucked Nancy in his car last night, right in a busy car park.
It was childish, really.
Robin wondered what year they were living in that Nancy was getting called all those nasty names just for having sex with her boyfriend.
Jason, of course, was walking the halls like a king.
Robin hadn't seen Nancy all day, she tried texting, even calling her but got nothing, so she told Nancy that she was going to drop by her house later than night to make sure she was okay.
Robin staying later at training, planing on getting a little more practice in before heading to Nancy's.
She had just stepped out onto the field when she spotting Nancy at the top of the bleachers, shrouded in darkness.
Robin slid her jacket over Nancy's shoulders, the girl startling slightly, head shooting up to look at Robin.
“Robin,” Nancy breathed. “Why are you still here?”
“Wanted to practice,” Robin held up her stick. “Why are you?”
“Like you don't know,” Nancy sniffed.
Robin nodded, glancing off toward the field. “Come with me?”
Nancy tilted her head a little. “I'm not really in the mood, Robin.”
“I know, but I think this will help.” Robin assured. “Half an hour, then I'll stop bothering you.”
Nancy agreed, following Robin down the bleachers to the equipment shed, frowning at Robin when she pulled a set of pads over Nancy's head.
Robin patted the shoulder pads on Nancy's shoulder, grinning as Nancy glared at her.
“Are you kidding?”
“Lacrosse is surprisingly good at getting out anger,” Robin said as she grabbed one of her spare training shirts, handing it to Nancy.
Nancy lifted it up to look up at, turning it around to see the Buckley 17 printed on the back.
“It's clean, I promise.” Robin grinned crookedly at her as she pulled her own jersey over her head.
Nancy was still a little unsure as she followed Robin out to the field, the two of them pausing at one end of the pitch.
Robin handed her a stick, Nancy looking down at it confused.
“It's a stick, Wheeler.” Robin laughed.
“I've never played lacrosse, Buckley.”
Robin lobbed the ball at Nancy, the girl fumbling but caugh it in the net.
“See, you're a natural.” Robin grinned.
“I'm really not in the mood, Robin.”
“I know,” Robin nodded, taking a few steps towards Nancy, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Have a little fun with me here, then we can go get food or something, alright?”
Nancy sighed, then nodding, flicking the ball away with a mostly forced smile.
“Atta girl,” Robin grinned, running off to grab the ball.
Nancy didn't know how to hold the stick, which Robin was a little suspicious of but she wasn't going to turn down the chance to get close to Nancy.
So she got up behind Nancy, her body achingly close to touching Nancy's as she put her arms around her and adjusted her hold on stick.
“Like that?” Nancy glanced back and up at her, her blue eyes twinkling under the floodlights.
Robin swallowed, nodding her head lightly. “Yeah,” Robin replied.
They stood like that for a short while, Robin just staring down at Nancy, who peered right back up at her.
Robin thought about it, like really really considered it, all she would have to do was dip down and kiss her.
Instead, Robin cleared her throat and took a step away, nodding as she moved to her previous position.
They spent a little over an hour there, and that time Nancy seemed to loosen up, even smiling as she rocketed the ball toward the net, the anger in her eyes lessening.
But it was very much still there on the drive to the ice cream shop.
Nancy had changed out of her shirt after the padding had made her seat, instead she was now wearing Robin's jersey, and every time she caught a glimpse of her name and number printed on Nancy's back it set her nerves on fire.
They both couldn't decide between the same two flavours so instead they got one of each to share.
They ended up sitting on the back panelling of Nancy's family station wagon in the parking lot, trading tubes of ice cream every so often.
“Are you sure you want to be seen around town with me?” Nancy murmured, her eyes focused on the dog prancing between the trees in the dark park across from them. “People might talk.”
“I'm sure it'll be nothing worse than the stuff they already say.” Robin shrugged, side eyeing Nancy. “I don't give a shit what people say, Nancy. True or otherwise, who gives a shit.”
“It isn't,” Nancy shook her head. “I never slept with him, I've told him no every time, he got a little handsy last time and I slapped him.”
“So he got pissed and spread all that shit?” Robin concluded, scowling when Nancy nodded. “He's a dick.”
“Yeah,” Nancy laughed weakly, looking down at her feet. “That's an understatement.”
“Maybe you just shouldn't date jocks.” Robin joked, bumping her shoulder off Nancy's.
Nancy laughed, a proper laugh this time, and shrugged. “I dunno,”
She looked up at Robin, that anxiety and anger that had been brewing in her eyes all night replaced with something more tender.
“I think some of them are actually alright.” She smiled then, a little half smile, but Robin felt a little smug that she had managed to lift Nancy's mood, if only slightly.
“Wheeler,” Robin tensed at the voice, recognising it immediately. “You really do have a thing for the back of cars, huh?”
“Fuck you, Jason.”
“Oh, you already did.” He grinned wickedly, and Robin couldn't help herself. “I gotta say, I thought you'd go for someone a little better, there are plenty of men on the team, Na-”
He didn't get to finish, because Robin was on her feet, grabbing his letterman jacket and throwing him against a nearby car.
“Does it make you feel like a big man, huh?” Robin growled. “You look like a fucking coward, Carver.”
“Get the fuck off a me, Dyke.” Jason pushed her back, Robin stumbling slightly, but before she could even find her footing Nancy was in front of Jason, her slap echoing around the car park. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Nancy warned, her voice dangerously low.
“Come on, Nance.” Robin placed a hand on her arm, glaring at Jason, who was still holding his cheek.
Jason let them get into Nancy's car without any issues, Nancy driving them out of the parking lot in silence, and for a second Robin wondered if she's fucked up, but then Nancy's hand slid onto Robin's thigh, giving a little squeeze.
Nancy glanced over at her when Robin looked at her. “Thank you,”
“For what?” Robin's eyes bounced between Nancy's hand and her face.
“For protecting me,”
“I didn't-” Robin chuckled, still nervous because Nancy's hand was still burning into her thigh. “You don't need someone protecting you, Nancy Wheeler.”
“No,” Nancy agreed, turning to Robin with a little smile. “But it's still nice having someone back me up.”
“That's what friends do,” the word sounded foul coming out of Robin's mouth, and Nancy didn't seem to like it either, her brow furrowing.
“Friends,” she repeated, tilting her head to look at Robin as they rolled to a stop at a red light. “Is that what we are?”
Her eyes squinted in a disbelieving, and playful, way, and Robin just fucking melted.
“I really hope not,” Robin breathed, watching as Nancy's eyes dropped to her lips, and she straightened from her slouched driving position, leaning ever so slightly towards Robin.
And Robin felt entirely powerless, feeling herself drawn closer to Nancy.
The moment was over in a flash of horns blaring and green lights, Nancy's foot smashing onto the peddle as she sped off, giggling.
Robin knew she was staring, with what was probably an adoring smile, but she didn't care, Nancy looked entirely too pretty in that moment.
Nancy dropped her off at Steve's, leaning over the centre console when Robin stepped out, Robin dipping down to look at her.
“Thank you for driving me home.”
“Thank you for tonight,” Nancy smiled. “I felt sick to my stomach all day, since last night when Amanda texted me. Hanging out with you really helped.”
“Any time,”
“I'll hold you to that.” Nancy said it like it was a warning, cheeky little grin on her lips.
“I really hope so,” Robin smiled back, gently bumping her fist off the roof of Nancy's car. “Goodnight, Nancy Wheeler.”
“You're saying that like I'm not gonna text you as soon as I'm home.” Nancy laugh. “Goodnight, Buckley.”
Robin smiled, giving Nancy a little wink before closing the door and heading up the path.
Steve was in the basement with Eddie, both boys peering over the back of the sofa at her.
“Good night?” Eddie grinned, something lax, clearly stoned.
“It was actually, yeah.” Robin smiled at the boys as she strolled over to the arm chair, falling down into it with a sigh.
“Were you with Nancy?” Steve grinned.
“Yup,” Robin flashed a smug smile at Steve, ignoring his questions, turning her attention to the TV.
–
They saw each other around school the next day, but she didn't get the chance to talk to her, their interactions only shy smiles and sneaky texts in class.
Nancy didn't sit up on the bleachers like she usually would during training, she tucked herself away under the side, still able to see over the chain link fence.
It was the usual warm up and drills, her eyes following Robin the entire time, watching as she laughed and joked around with the team in between drills.
Then they got split into two teams, Robin and Steve murmuring together, before nodding and knocking their helmets together; something that made Nancy roll her eyes fondly.
They were off the line in a shot, barreling forward and weaving through players to get to the ball that had been passed to Jason.
Robin didn't slow, even when the ball was slung away to someone else, her shoulder catching Jason's diaphragm.
The wind rushed out his lungs, the momentum of Robin lifting him off his feet slightly before they both tumbled to the turf.
Nancy straightened as she watched Robin spring to her feet, fixing the helmet on the head as she stared down at Jason trying catch his breath on the ground.
Only one of Jason's teammates rushed to his side, with the rest snickered and watched from their spot on the field.
By the time Jason got up the coach was there so it didn't turn into an all out brawl like Nancy had anticipated, but Jason did go for Robin, the coach holding him back.
Robin lunged back when he did, but Steve easily caught her.
There was yelling, most of which Nancy couldn't make out or hear, Jason and Robin sniping and pointing at each other.
Both Robin and Jason were sent off the field early, both disappearing into separate locker rooms.
Nancy slipped inside the one Robin had gone into, finding her sitting on one of the benches.
“I said finish training, Steve. I'm good.” Robin said when she heard Nancy's footsteps.
“That tackle would barely be legal in the NFL.” Nancy joked.
Robin immediately got to her feet and wheeled around to face Nancy, her black under eye patch fading and running down her cheeks with the sweat.
“Nancy,” Robin was still a little startled. “What are you doing in here?”
“I saw what happened,” Nancy let her shoulder rest against the lockers beside her. “Did you do that for me?”
“Oh, I- I mean, he was a dick, right? It's the least he deserved.” Robin reasoned, her helmet dropping onto the bench when Nancy took a step towards Robin, almost right against Robin.
“I'm not arguing with you there,” Nancy was looking at Robin almost like she knew something, and maybe she did because Robin was definitely not being coy about how she was looking at Nancy. “But did you do it for me?”
Nancy was leaning against the lockers again, her finger gently poking the padding on Robin's collarbone.
“Yeah,” Robin whispered.
“Why?” Nancy spoke quietly, tilting her head almost smugly, her curls shifting in a way Robin had always found kind of captivating.
Robin looked down to watch Nancy's finger trace the bumps of her armour. “Uh, why?”
“Hm?”
Robin lifted her eyes back to Nancy, who was watching her expectantly, her eyes full of mischief, like she knew exactly how this was going to play out, like she was in complete control of Robin in that moment.
Robin couldn't contest that fact.
“No one should treat you that way,” Robin admitted. “I didn't like how he treated you, how he made you feel.”
“And that's it?”
“What else could it be?” Robin swallowed, very aware of how Nancy had swayed towards her slightly.
“You tell me,”
“I- uh-” Robin looked at Nancy one last time, doing one last check to make sure that, yes, Nancy was giving her all the right signals. And she was, Robin was sure of that, so she took a step forward, her hand sliding across Nancy's hip. “I think you can do better than him.”
The sudden confidence made Nancy perk up, a little grin pulling on her lips. “I swore off jocks.”
“You can't just write them off with one bad apple,” Robin played along.
“I will need some convincing then,”
Robin stumbled when Nancy grabbed her padding and pulled her in, her forearm coming up to brace against the lockers, making them rattle loudly.
But Robin didn't care, because Nancy Wheeler was kissing her, pressing herself against Robin as she pushed up onto her toes.
Robin gripped tightly onto Nancy's hip as she pushed her back flush against the locker, trapping her there with her hips.
“Go out with me tonight?” Nancy muttered against Robin's lips, Robin nodding immediately, dipping down to kiss Nancy again.
Both girls startled apart when the door rattled closed, Robin relaxing slightly when Steve called out. “Robin?”
He turned the corner and stopped when he noticed Nancy.
“Oh, hey.” He frowned, glancing between the two of them. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, totally.” Robin assured, turning back to Nancy, who smiled sweetly at her.
Nancy planted a quick kiss on Robin's cheek, whispering against her ear. “Pick you up at seven.”
Robin nodded at Nancy, watching as she sauntered off.
“Uh,” Robin turned back to Steve, who was pointing between robin and the door Nancy had just left through. “What was that?”
“I- Nancy kissed me.” Robin sounded like she couldn't quite believe it herself.
“Hell yeah,” Steve grinned, picking Robin up in a hug. “See, I've been telling you you're a charmer.”
“Get offa me,” Robin grumbled as she pushed Steve off, but she couldn't not smile.
She had a date with Nancy Wheeler.