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Will was having a bad day. Yeah, shocking I know. He'd been cornered by a male member of Angela's fanclub (let's call him Moronic Jock #6), and shoved to the ground.
Instead of the rib kick he was expecting, he hears someone being shoved against a locker and sees a battered pair of boots step into view. And somebody says, in an accent Will can't identify:
“You leave this boy alone!”
He looks up and sees a lanky boy with pale skin and dark messy hair is holding Moronic Jock #6 by the lapels and is right up in his face. He must be much stronger than he looks.
MJ #6 tries to wriggle free but New Guy slams him into the locker again, and says:
“You will leave this boy alone, or we will have problem. You understand?”
“Or what? You freak!” MJ #6 shouts.
New Guy laughs (“Ha!”) and slams him into the lockers again.
“We will have a problem. And believe me you…” the guy's next words are in a language Will doesn't know, but they are delivered like an insult “... You do not want that”
With that New Guy pulls him away from the lockers and shoves him towards the exit.
“Now, fuck off!”
The jock turns and leaves muttering about freaky new kids, and New Guy gets down on his haunches next to Will.
“You are okay yes?” He says in a much softer tone. He has dark circles around his equally dark eyes.
“Yeah… I'm fine” Will mumbles. New Guy extends a hand and helps him up. Once he's up New Guy throws an arm around his shoulders and says:
“I'm Boris by the way, Boris Pavlikovsky”
“I'm Will, Will Byers. Thank you for helping…” he replies.
Boris laughs again and begins walking Will to the exit.
“Come along William, we get beer”