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Hawkins High, Indiana. Robin Buckley use to think this was the worst place in the world, she was use to be alone. And did want to escape the nightmare of Hawkins. Well.. that’s what she would have told you when she was 16. Senior year is different. She finally has her people, especially Steve Harrington. The guy she use to think was the worst person in the world. Turns out he wasn’t that bad, for the most part that is. Her and Steve had a weird go at the start. The stupid ‘ Scoops Ahoy! ‘ uniforms, Russian spies, and the rather nice come out. That being one thing that surprised Robin, she didn’t know what to think or feel when she came out as a lesbian to the guy who just confessed his crush on her. But he handled it rather well. That was the first day Robin felt herself. For real. Like she could tell him everything about how she felt, what she wanted to feel and do. Steve wasn’t ready for that responsibility though. He’s quite an idiot.
Lost in a trail of thought, Robin’s fingers rub through her short hair. The brown curls with a slight tint of blonde mixed in it. Bag hung low on her back, weekly attached to her shoulder. Mumbling some words under her breathe as her eyes trailed the flooring. Listening to the chatter of students around her and stomps of shoes. Barely noticing the shadows around her. She was trying to resist some of the French memorized in her head, the memory of her crossing the same path doing the same in the sophomore year. When she was.. stupidly enough, trying to runaway to Europe. She’d snort to herself about the memory before almost pressing herself into her locker, fidgeting to open it. Sighing as she looked at its messy interior as she dropped a book instead of it. Her eyes peaked slightly behind her - feeling like something was watching her. Her hand slid down to her jeans. Meeting the gaze of the cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, as she stood beside her Boyfriend’s locker. What’s her problem? Robin squinted at her before slamming her locker closed. so rude for staring, like ugh we get it you are popular and pretty. Keep your judging eyes to yourself. Bit back Robin.
Thump, thump, thump. Tabbed Robin, staring at the clock as the seconds passed. Last hour. Thank god! Almost home free. Huffing at the noises around her. She sat in the back, alone, and near a window. The snow covered ground and fog didn’t help her mood. It looked as gloomy as Robin’s face right now. Her finger trailed against the wooden desk. Gathering her belongings as she heard the bell call through the halls. Everyone had already exited by the time Robin met the door. And could you believe it? Right at her face, there infront of nose, was the glaring prissy Chrissy Cunningham. “Oh!” She squeaked slightly, blinking at Robin. “Excuse you?” Robin bit her lip. Chrissy didn’t respond and only blocked her face from who knows what. Robin tried to keep walking but curiosity only chewed at her. “Why were you staring at me early?” Robin stopped in her tracks, holding out a hand as she talked. Whipping around to look at Chrissy. “Oh uh.. your locker was messy and it was just eye catching I guess.” Stammered Chrissy, who looked like she was about to explode. Robin snorted at her response, before giggling to herself. “Wow, thank you for telling me I am uncoordinated.” Her hand clutched her bag as she looked at Chrissy’s nervous gaze, seriously what was her problem? “I didn’t mean it like that.” Chrissy spoke louder. “It’s.. you.. eye-catching. “ She gasped out. “Are you okay?” Robin’s playful gaze turned different. “You seem like you are about to pass out.” Buckley crossed her arms, raising a brow. “Yes!” Yelled Chrissy before passing Robin. Not looking or acting like she even knew Robin was there anymore. Asshole, Robin thought.
Her hand rubbed down her face as she walked out of the doors and into the snowy, cold outside. A car parked at the top of parking lot. It was dingus Steve. Robin couldn’t drive, she tried twice. Prom night of sophomore year. Four damaged cars and a rebellious Robin. So her parents crossed out the idea of her even getting a car, no matter how hard she begged. Lucky her she had him to drive her to school and back. Even if Steve was graduated he still took the time to help her. She was grateful for that.
“Buckle up, Buckley!” Steve pointed at her with his angry mom glare. Robin rolled her eyes but listened. “Safety first..” She joked with him. Steve gripped the steering wheel and Robin turned on the radio. The radio played ‘ Raise a little hell ‘ by Trooper. The song was already almost finished though. “ I oddly enough love to work as a radio host. I mean, I’d be hilarious.” Robin rubbed her hand on the seating. “That’s a weird dream.” Steve took his eyes away to look at Robin. “Oh I’m sure Hawkins would LOVE to hear my voice every morning as they unhappily drove to work.” Steve chuckled at her before turning into a drive way. “Yeah.. sure.” He tapped his hand on the wheel. “ I’m just saying!” Robin’s hands hung above her head as soon as she unbuckled. “Alright, see you later.” He waved at her. “Byeee…” Her voice trailed as she almost skipped into her house.
Her parents weren’t home, but the smell of her moms dry turkey filled the house. She’d take her shoes off and enter her room. Lying on her back as she slumped into her bed. She didn’t care about changing into her sleepwear right now, something else was bothering her. The tension during the last bell. The look in her eyes, the nervousness on her tongue. Why was Chrissy so scared of her? Robin stared at her roof. What was going on in her head during all of that? Did she think Robin was some unkept, bandgeek, who did not care about what people thought about her? Or was she thinking something else? What could have been that something else, though?
Covered in her warm sheets, now cuddled in her bed and properly dressed for sleeping. Robin still was confused. It became hard to sleep with her thinking about Chrissy this much. Robin pushed the cover off of her, revealing her red pajama pants and plan black t-shirt with an even more messy hairdo. Robin lead herself quietly to the bathroom and silently turning on the light to look at herself in the minor. Robin groaned. She hasn’t been like this since her.. wanting to be ‘bestfriends’ with Tammy Thompson. Bestfriends being another word for her having a fat crush on Tammy. Robin washed her face and tried to brush off the feeling.
She’d lay back in bed, looking at her open window on the other side of her room. Her head laid on her hands as she cuddled her pillow. Her sleepy gaze almost forced open. ‘ I haven’t felt this way since Tammy Thompson. ‘ Her own words came back to her. Why was she thinking about her feelings for Tammy Thompson when she thought about Chrissy? It was just a silly occurrence about what happened today with her and Chrissy. They definitely weren’t made for eachother, why was she even thinking about them like that? Robin hid her face into her pillow. Putting her hands on-top of her head. Just go to bed already. Robin slammed her eyes closed, not like she could see anything from her face being into her pillow but she still wanted to feel hidden. This will all be over tomorrow.
Hopefully..