The next morning_
"Thank fuck for Saturday's," I grumbled as I pulled my jacket on and grabbed my helmet, "I'm going on that ride today. Ain't no body stopping me."
My stomach grumbled as I was mid walking down the stairs.
"That might stop me," I steered myself to the kitchen and started looking for something to eat.
There was plenty of food there.
Just nothing I wanted to eat.
Therefore—
"Damn. We have nothing to eat," I huffed, "guess I'll have to go buy something before going on my ride."
Pulling my helmet on as I walked, I left the house and locked the door before climbing onto my bike and heading straight towards the town centre.
So I now know the chocolate is expensive despite it being absolute shit and I'm going to need a lot more than an apple or a pear to keep me going on the road, especially if I want to get a full ride in and try find some sign of Barb.
Her car has moved.
So unless someone took it and tossed it somewhere else, then Barb drove away somewhere. In that case... Where did she go? And why?
I'll buy a few sandwiches and some drinks. Oh, I'll need to buy a bag too since I didn't pick up my backpack on my way out.
Not very prepared, am—what in the hell?
As I pulled to a red light, I looked to my right to see the cinema. But it had been vandalised, not only that but Nancy was the centre of the vandalism.
'ALL THE RIGHT MOVES STARRING NANCY THE SLUT WHEELER'
"What the fuck?" I flipped my visor up, as if the visor was blocking my vision and distorting what was on the board.
The words didn't change.
"Who the fuck wrote that?" I was disgusted but then my gaze met Nancy's.
She was standing in the middle of the road, clearly had just seen what was painted onto the sign. Jonathan Byers was stood beside her.
A quick scan around us and I noticed that people walking past had also noticed Nancy and were quite obviously making crude comments as they passed, not even attempting to hide them.
Disgusting people.
"Nance—" I went to call out to her but something else had caught her attention and she walked after it, disappearing down an alley with Jonathan frantically following after, "oh boy."
Guess my plans are dirt under my wheels now.
As the light turned green I made a (very illegal) left into the alley and drove up to where Nancy and Jonathan were now confronting Tommy, Carol, Flippy McFlippy Stevey boy and the girl from the car park incident at school who I now remember the name to be Nicole. She's a bitch. No wonder I couldn't remember it.
"You don't want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?" Carol asked Nancy.
I climbed off my bike and pulled my helmet off before rushing forward and putting myself between them.
"Carol, you should watch what you say because I'm fairly certain you're describing yourself," I told her, "it's kinda sad to be so self-deprecating, babe."
"Fuck you," Carol sneered at me and I just stuck my tongue out at her as Jonathan got a bit closer to us.
"Speak of the devil," Tommy hopped down off his ledge where he was clearly spray painting before.
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.
And it kept going until Steve was on the floor bleeding, the police had pulled in and everyone fought to pull Jonathan off Steve. Jonathan ended up elbowing Officer Callahan in the nose which meant, assaulting an officer, so instant cuffs. Sorry, Jonathan but that's just how it is.
Carol, Nicole, Tommy, and Steve all pegged it out the alley like the sad little puppies running with their tails between their legs that they are.
Nancy was trying to get Jonathan to calm down through this whole thing, so she didn't run, instead she helped get Jonathan put in cuffs. Interesting move can't lie. Go Nance, I guess.
And what was I doing? Leaning against a wall, questioning why I came to town when I was going for a drive. Oh right, I didn't want to eat the shit in the house, so I had to come to town.
What. A. Fool.
Should've just made a sandwich, tossed it in a box and then made my way out of town. Now I'm in a police car, on my way to the station with a handcuffed Jonathan, a worried and kind off pissed Nancy, Officer Callahan who was complaining about his nose and Officer Powell who was driving the car.
Honestly, I'm just weirded out by the feeling of being sat in this car and not being cuffed for once.
"Yo can I grab my bike and meet you at the—"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"Fuck," I huffed and leaned back into my seat, "at least I remembered to pull my keys, I would be so pissed if someone nicked my bike because of a fight I wasn't even part of."
"Quiet, y/n," everyone chorused.
Fine. Whatever. Didn't want to talk to you losers anyway.
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At the police station_
"Do you think we'll be out of here soon?" Nancy asked Florence, the secretary of the police department of whom I have spent quite a few weekends with. Ahh, isn't being a teenager brilliant?
"You two, yes. Him, no," Florence replied, obviously talking about Jonathan, "he assaulted a police officer."
"So?" I asked, "how many times has Hopper been on the other end of numerous objects that may or may not have been thrown by me? I'm not in jail or cuffed to a table."
"But you were when you were arrested," she reminded but I just let out a hum and shook my head.
"Don't think so, I sat here but I was never cuffed," I shrugged before Nancy put a hand over my mouth and pulled the conversation back to Byers.
"Well, how long are you going to keep him?" She asked.
By the way, wasn't she weirded out at him just the other day? Why're they so buddy-buddy all of a sudden?
"You and your boyfriend have big plans, do you?" Florence asked.
Interesting label.
"He's not my boyfriend," Nancy replied, pulling her hand away from my mouth to cross her arms.
So she's denying the boyfriend bit but accepting the big plans bit?
What is going on?
Am I in a parallel universe?
"I think you better tell him that," Florence replied with a slightly sympathetic look in her eyes.
Ey?
"What?" Nancy was just as confused as I was.
"Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart. And that damn stupid."
Florence passed Nancy an ice pack wrapped in a tea towel and sent her off to Jonathan.
"You do know he was fighting about his family, right?" I glanced to Florence who just gave a small nod and a slight laugh, "ok then.. you still got that deck of cards?"
"You know I do, kid," Florence took to her desk and I followed after her.
I paused at the doorway for a second and looked to Jonathan and Nancy.
What on earth did I miss?
It wasn't long before the Sheriff and Mrs Byers arrived, together might I add, which on any other occasion may have seemed odd.
Upon noticing me just chilling with Florence, Hopper immediately pushed me out the building.
"Will you stop causing trouble?" He let out an annoyed grumble before heading back in.
"I didn't cause the trouble this time," I let out a sigh, "I doubt they'll be out any time soon, so I'll just go grab my bike and come back."
And I did just that, then waited in front of the building for the two to finally come out the building.
Nothing was happening really, just a whole bunch of those Hawkins Power and Light vans driving down the street.
"Someone must have a serious electricity problem around here," I mused.