HNLY [Nancy Wheeler x OC]

( Trigger warning for internalized Homophobia!)

History was already a hit or miss for Lydia in general. And of course, because of Lydia's tardy, Carol felt the need to take her spot in the back.

Lydia glared at her as she waved and smirked. She flipped her off out of the view of her teacher as she stalked to the one seat left in the classroom.

The seat right behind Nancy Wheeler.

She plopped herself down irritably, smirking slightly when she saw the way Nancy jumped. She leaned over across the slim aisle dividing them, pursing her lips and making a very audible kiss sound. When Nancy didn't react other than tightening her jaw, Lydia quietly moaned out, "Oh, Steve" and that was enough to make Nancy spin in her seat, sending her curly brown hair with her.

Her eyes were wide, and her teeth were clenched as she said, "What is your damage, Lydia?" Lydia just smiled sweetly, making a kissing motion with her mouth. "You were by the bathroom, weren't you?" Nancy said now. The once confident composure of a cocky student had fallen, and instead replaced itself with an embarrassed look of admittance she couldn't hide.

"Well look at that. Nancy Drew figured it out," Her face brightened then. "Hey! Nancy Drew! Fits you, don't you think?" Nancy opened her mouth to protest before the teacher interrupted her with a "Miss Wheeler, turn around right this instant before I give you a detention." Nancy did as she was told of course, spinning back to face front with a fake smile plastered to her face.

When the teacher turned her back, Lydia moved in once more to make another kissing sound besides Nancy's head before laying back in her chair with her arms crossed, seemingly satisfied with herself.

Maybe Carol taking her spot wouldn't be a bad thing.

Softball practice left Lydia a sweaty and pissed-off mess. She gathered her things from the bench, not bothering to listen to the other girls' conversations on what guy they had somehow scored a date with that night.

Guys never seemed to interest her too much. They were all pigs, and high school guys were an automatic no. Not only was the thought of one of them touching her in places she didn't permit in the hallway for the whole school to see enough to make her feel sick, she just simply didn't have time. She had softball, and academics to focus on.

If she wanted to get anywhere in life, this was how.

She pulled her hair out of the messy ponytail it had turned itself to and wrapped the band around her wrist before walking out of the dugout and across the soccer fields to the parking lot.

She placed a hand over her eyes, a panic forming in her chest as she realized Steve wasn't there. And then it hit her. That was part of their plans tonight. She was going to have to walk home.

She sighed, so frustrated she felt close to tears. She hated when Steve treated her like this- it made her feel disposable. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her back, but relaxed when she realized it was just Beverly Marsh, another girl on her team.

She smiled at her carefully, studying Lydia's features before finally saying, "You need a ride?" Lydia smiled, biting her lip slightly and nodding her head.

Ten minutes later, and pulled over somewhere near the woods and the quarry, Lydia was on top of Beverly Marsh in the backseat of her old beat up car. Their lips mashed together hungrily, anxious for the desire only they could provide, and Lydia heatedly slipped her tongue into Bev's mouth, smiling slightly as she heard the soft moan escape the other girl's lips.

She repositioned herself so that she was beside Bev instead of on top of her, and grabbed her face with both hands carefully. They parted for a moment, just to catch their breath, and instantly collided once more.

Lydia felt her skin burn as Bev's hands trailed down her sides, and closer and closer to her... "Hey!" Lydia cried out suddenly, pulling away to slap away Beverly's hand. "What the hell are you doing?!" She yelled, clearly exasperated.

Beverly's face burned a brighter red than her hair, and she stumbled over her words. "I th-thought we were...we're gonna..." she trailed off, focusing on her twisted hands in her lap out of embarrassment.

"I'm not a fucking fag, Beverly. Get that through your head." Lydia could feel the tears burning at her throat, threatening to choke her. Beverly said nothing, her eyes shining with tear and mouth set in a thin line. Lydia didn't even give her the chance to say another word. She had grabbed her bag roughly from where it had been abandoned in the front seat and pushed open the car door, swinging it over her shoulder as she set off down the side of the road.

Her house was only a few blocks from here. She just looked back once, to see Bev still in the same place she was left in. Except, now she was holding herself and crying.

Lydia felt the tears spill down her cheeks as she picked up her pace, allowing her curly blonde hair to fall into her eyes.

She wasn't fucking gay. Making out with Bev whenever Steve wasn't there to keep her company, or whenever they had school projects, that meant nothing.

It was just a favor for Bev.

She wasn't. Fucking. Gay.

It's not like she dressed like Steve. She dressed like a girl. A girl who certainly didn't like other girls. A girl who liked boys, but wasn't with one because according to them she wasn't "easy enough."

When she reached her house, she pushed open the front door and was quick to her bedroom, not even bothering to say a word to her parents as she did so. Not that it mattered. Her mom was nowhere to be seen, and her dad was passed out onto the couch.

She threw her bag onto the floor before collapsing into bed, finally letting the sobs leave her swollen lips. Her head pounded with the effort, and she curled into herself as the fit continued. When she finally got control of her breathing, Lydia watched aimlessly out the window.

She had a view of the woods from where her bedroom was, but she wasn't concerned with the trees. She was watching the rain pour. It hit her window in cold drops and dripped in many different paths down the chilled glass.