Weird Town || reader insert

Chapter 10

Damn today is just a day of crimes, isn't it?

"You came by last night," Nancy concluded what this (whatever this was) was about.

"Ding, ding, ding. Does she get a prize?" Carol asked sarcastically as Tommy wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but it wasn't like that," Nancy tried to defend herself.

Usually, I'd defend too, but the question comes to why was a. Jonathan Byers in her house, and b. he even with her at all?

Dudes a weirdo and we've never even spoken to him before literally last week.

"What? You just let him into your room to... study?" Steve asked.

He was in her room?!

What is going on?

"Or for another pervy photo session?" Tommy asked, a laugh coming at the end of his disgusting question.

"Shut the fuck up, Tommy, or I'll make you," I glared at him which just earned me one of those god damn annoying 'oh ho ho hoooo' laughs.

"We were just—" Nancy tried to explain but she couldn't even seem to explain herself.

"You were just what?" Steve asked, "finish the sentence. Finish. The sentence."

Silence crossed us.

Come on, Nance. Finish the sentence.

What were you doing?

"Go to hell, Nancy," Steve scoffed, backing away as Jonathan moved forward and pulled her back.

"Come on, Nancy, let's just leave," Jonathan suggested and moved away from the other group too.

I may not have any idea what's going on, but my loyalty is to my friend. So I'm obviously going to leave with her, even if I hadn't planned to be with her today anyway.

My plans seem to get derailed a lot recently actually.

"You know what, Byers? I'm actually kind of impressed, I always took you for a queer, but I guess you're just a little screw up like your Father," Steve decided to bite back and pushed Jonathan down the street as they walked.

If Jonathan is a screw up then what does that make you? A piece of rich trash?

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah that house is full of screw ups," Steve continued to provoke, getting a push in every second he could.

"Piss off, Steve," I shot at him, "you're not better. Acting like some kind of brat."

"And you can shut your mouth too. Y/n, you're not as badass or as special as you think you are. Just because you ride around on an expensive motorbike and wear all leather and have all the weak lame weirdos trembling at your feet doesn't mean you're cool," Steve decided to turn to me before focusing back on Jonathan, "you know, Jonathan, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. A bunch of screw ups in your family. I mean—your mom... I'm not even surprised what happened to your brother. I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you but, Byers, your family is a disgrace to the entire—"

He didn't get to finish his verbal abuse because Jonathan took a firm swing at him.

I'm glad he did because if no one did, I would've swung my helmet.

What a dick.

And of course, that one punch ended up starting a fight.

Steve tackled Jonathan, Jonathan rolled Steve, Steve kneed Jonathan, Jonathan punched Steve (again), Tommy tried to get in on the action, but Steve pushed him out the way, Jonathan swung again, Steve ducked, Steve punched Jonathan.