You weren’t much a social person. You never were. You were for god sakes hiding in your car half the time or at home. You lived alone for a couple of years now. The new student, overly loud in a metallic blue Camaro appeared. Loud. Aggressive. Girls were all out drooling basically. A young ginger girl with him skateboarded down to the middle school. This was Billy Hargrove .You didn’t care for him. So you went back to paying attention to reading your book. Ignoring him. You actually didn’t care who he was, or what he even looks like. He was just a new student to you. You were socially awkward too, shy, quiet and just distant from people. you do got attitude if you needed. You did know Steve Harrington. Nancy wheeler and them but you didn’t speak to them much.