unraveled ; steve harrington · Y/n story by @stevesbmw

the first day of junior year always smells the same. floor wax, fresh drywall paint, and the faint trace of someone's too-strong perfume from the girls' bathroom down the hall.

Chloe Preston

bounces up beside you, her head tilted, blonde curls half-falling from a messy ponytail please tell me you didn't forget.

Sabrina Campbell

appears on your other side, leaning against the lockers with a sharp grin i do not flirt with half the team. just the cute ones.

she doesn't have to say his name. she never does. the gymnasium doors are propped open down the hall, and you can hear the squeak of sneakers on polished wood.

Chloe Preston

we could skip it. get fries at the diner instead. make fun of mrs. byers' new perm.