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It was a normal day in Mrs. Clicks class, same history work, same faint smell of stale coffee and cigarettes leaving the teacher's breath, and same old boring hour and thirty minutes that Eddie could spend doing literally anything else.

Only difference was that today was the day, the day that everyone dreaded, project partner picking.

They were so close to getting away with watching a history video for the remaining twenty minutes of class, then here came Fred Benson.

The boy just couldn't wait to flap his lips about how he wanted to do the project alone, triggering the teacher's memory.

The entire class erupted in sighs and exasperated groans, the sound of a saliva coated paper ball flying across the room and landing right on Fred's cheek, causing Eddie to grimace.

Eddie never had anything against the guy, if anything he felt horrible for him at times.

As a jock, you're supposed to feel like you’re on top of the world, like everyone should be at your beck and call. But Eddie didn't feel that excitement, didn't really understand it either, he just wanted to live a normal life.

When his uncle took him in from the neglectful life his father barely provided him, he never thought people would see him as anything more than the nephew of the Hawkins Power Plant CEO, Dwayne Munson.

It wasn’t until he joined the basketball team, hoping to easily get into a nice college, that people started kissing the ground he stepped upon.

Now everyone expects the best of him, even if it meant he had to bully a few nerds.

Not that he ever wanted to, nor had he attempted to, and that's why his heart clenched at the sight of that Fred kid getting bullied.

He watched the boy wipe away the wet spot from his cheek, wanting nothing more than to speak up against it, but he just couldn't.

The jock just defenselessly continued to look at Mrs. Click write names on the board in separate columns.

Every duo she called would get a response that was either a low shared murmur of happiness or a high five.

It was getting closer and closer to his turn, or should he say, their turn.

He refused to make eye contact with Jason, who seemed overjoyed to be working with his best friend, if you can even call him that.

Jason was the King of Hawkins High, has been ever since Steve Harrington left, and Andy was his sidekick up until Eddie joined the team and made them win the going away game with an easy ankle breaker.

Since then, Eddie was the "Prince" of Hawkins, meaning everyone expected him and Jason to act just alike, but little did they know, one was in for the reputation, the other because of pressure.

The curly brunette's thoughts were interrupted when the classroom door swung open, the metal door handle nearly breaking off from the collision with the dry wall.

"Ms. Cunningham, surely your presence in class is enough of a shock itself, you don't need to break school property as well."

The blonde smiled innocently, ringed fingers gripping the strap of her book bag.
"My apologies, Mrs. Click, just thought that maybe the class deserved a little more than one of your divorce stories to make it interesting."

Eddie bit back a smile, looking down at his notebook to conceal the curve spreading on his lips.

"Christine Cunningham, you can either sit in my class and behave like a young lady, or go home with your snarky little comments."

He couldn't help but look up at her, a pleading look in his eyes.

She stared back before rolling her eyes, making her way to her seat in the back of the class.

He wished he could have as much confidence as she did, maybe people wouldn't have such high hopes for him.

"That bitch always wants some attention." Jason commented, the harsh name heating Eddie's chest.

His uncle always taught him that calling a woman any name that you wouldn't call your mother was wrong, and all Eddie wanted to do was defend her.

Especially since this was his girl, well fling, that Jason was referring to.

He wanted to lunge at him for even thinking illy of her.

But he knew the consequences that would come along with it.

The instructor coughed once the girl sat in her seat, bringing the class's attention to her once more.
"There are four names left, Jason, Frederick, Edward, and Christine."

Jason kept his eyes on his friend, the icy blue glare intense enough to burn a whole in Eddie's temple.

"Edward," The woman called out, causing Eddie's heart to drop.

No matter how known he is around town, the sound of his name will always rattle his bones.

He lifted his head, eyes focused on the board.

Four names written in dry white paste, yet he could only stay put on one of them.

Christine.

But she liked Chrissy instead, and so did he.

He liked the way it sounded when she would present one of her very few projects to the class, or how it rolled off his tongue on the nights that she’s not there and he had to pretend his fist was her.

She was the only thing he could think about, and in the blink of an eye, his lips moved before his mind did.

"Chrissy."

His face burned at his action, as well as the harsh tone of Jason's complaint.
"What?" The blonde somewhat yelled, making Eddie flinch.

The brunette jock’s mouth opened to speak, but his voice was cut short by his friend.
"Mrs. Click, may I work with Eddie please?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Carver, but it seems as though Mr. Munson has made his choice—"
"Well it's clear he's not in his right state of mind! Do you seriously think he would wanna work with that freak?"

Eddie looked over at Jason with dark eyes, wanting nothing more than to punch him square in his perfect jaw.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him, is this what the average Hawkins High Student felt like?

Who was Jason to humiliate him that way? As if Eddie's thoughts were controlled by the stupid narrative that Jason laid out for him?

"Mr. Carver that is enough! You and Edward can settle this after class, and if he wants to, he will come to me, to make that change. But until then, I suggest you shut your mouth and allow me to handle my class."

Eddie felt a breeze of relief come over him, happy that Mrs. Click handled Jason before he had to.

"Now Christine, are you fine with Edward being your partner."

He couldn't bring himself to look back at her, however he could feel her eyes on him.

She's gonna say no.

She told him about this last weekend after sharing a soul shattering orgasm with him, just because they fucked once, doesn’t mean they can be all buddy buddy in front of people.

Then proceeded to walk out of Chance’s guest bathroom with wobbly legs, leaving Eddie to yearn.

He understood why she said it, Jason could have a rally behind him with the snap of his finger.

They didn’t wanna risk anything happening to her, and Eddie would never forgive himself if he was the reason for her getting hurt.

He prepared himself for the worst. His eyes closing as she extended out the wait for her answer.

"Yes,"

Eddie's eyes opened, his head twisting to look behind him and see her glacier-like eyes staring at him.

"Yeah, fine whatever." She finished, quickly looking away from him once his eyes met hers.

"Very well then, that means Frederick and Jason will partner up as well."

Jason knew better than to argue back with the teacher again.

His gaze on Eddie spoke louder than words could, if looks could kill, he would be in prison for 1st degree manslaughter.

The bell finally rung, the brunette quickly closing his composition book and stuffing it into his backpack.

"Remember class, projects are due next Monday, if anyone is uncomfortable with their partners, please meet me during 5th bell or after school for discussion. Enjoy your weekend!”

Fred hurried to the teacher’s desk, nearly knocking down Eddie in the process.
Eddie stumbled as he watched Chrissy rush past him and out into the hallway.

And he happily beelined right behind her.

He knew that she wanted to keep things private, but he needed to talk to her. This was putting their relationship aside, he never had a grade lower than an A- and would be damned if he allowed it to happen now.

There she was, standing at her locker and chatting with one of club members, Jeremy? Jeffrey?

He didn't want to interrupt their chat so he waited patiently until the boy walked away, taking his chance to turn the corner.

But just as he stepped forward, he was yanked back.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?"  The blonde boy asked furiously, Eddie somewhat expecting steam to leave his ears at some point.

Jason cornered the boy, a line forming between his eyebrows.
"Really? That whore besides your own best friend-"

"She is not a whore! She deserves just as much respect as anyone else in this god damn school." Eddie replied, shocking Jason, whose expression surprisingly turned cocky rather than angry.

He wasn't one to stand up for himself, but this was about Chrissy, and he was tired of allowing her to be dog piled.

Jason’s tongue prodded at his cheek as he looked his friend up and down.
"I get it."

Eddie's brows furrowed, what did he know?

"Never knew you were this desperate Ed."

The brunettes face melted from confusion to annoyed concern.
"You're ridiculous." He wasn't wrong, but for him to assume that he knew every little thing about Eddie, really pushed his buttons.

"Nah man that's all you, so many girls lined up to be with you, yet you still pick a trashy whore." The blonde joked, his aggravating laugh echoing throughout Eddie’s mind.

Eddie turned away, knowing that if he made eye contact with his friend, he'd be in the principal's office five minutes later.

Instead he continued to catch up with Chrissy as his friend spoke behind him.
"Remember that Danny's party starts at eight!"

He rolled his eyes as he approached the girl, but she seemed more focused in digging through her locker.

As if she didn’t see him walking up and really was looking for something. He wouldn't be surprised if it was just some act to ignore him.
"Hi uh.. Chrissy?"

She didn't even attempt to look at him, showing more interest in piles of balled up paper and old text books.

"You should’ve just picked Jason." Chrissy finally blurted out.

He backed away at her response, "I'm sorry?"

"Eddie, look at us. To other people, I’m nothing but charity work for you." She finally looked at him, a grim glare in her eyes.

Her words tugged at his heart strings, he didn't blame her for her reaction, but it genuinely hurt him that she had to hear those sort of comments, and that she allowed herself to believe them.

"Do other people think that, or you?"
She looked him up and down as he finished talking.

"Come on Chrissy, It's a simple project, people won’t even bat an eye."

“At you, Eddie, they won’t bat an eye at you.”

He didn’t wanna argue, he just wanted to spend more time with her, but he wasn’t gonna force her to if she’s so against their pairing.

“Look Chrissy, you can come over tonight and work on it just to get it out of the way, or we don’t have to work together at all. You can go to Mrs. Click and switch out your partner or I’ll do it, just give me the word.”

The blonde looked at him hesitantly, like an endangered animal not sure who to trust.

Just as he was about to turn and go back to the classroom, she answered.
"Don't you have a party to be at tonight?"

"Oh! Y-you know about it?" He looked back at her, adjusting his bag.

She gave him an are you kidding gaze, making him realize that she's the local supplier for every party.

"Sorry." He frowned, her shaking her head.

"It's fine, didn't expect you to notice me with a bunch of girls surrounding you."

They aren't you though, he wanted to say so badly.

"You're kinda hard to go unnoticed these days.."
"Well my presence does light up every room I step in."

He couldn't stifle the laugh that left him, her words a complete difference from gloomy her outfit.

A washed out black band tee reading "Guns N Roses,” a plaid skirt, fishnets, and a pair of converse.

He couldn't stop himself from wondering if her panties were as dark as the rest of her clothing, or if they’re a softer color, like pastel yellow or baby pink like they were last time.

She noticed him staring, her eyes moving to the soft plush of his lips.

Chrissy quickly shook her head as she cleared her throat.

"Tonight."

Awareness smacked Eddie right in the face, him jolting at the sudden noise.
"Hm?"

"Tonight? The project at your house? Tonight?"

He nodded hastily, tucking his lips.
"Mhm! Tonight, yeah!"

She laughed at his nervousness, she hated to admit it but he always had that goofy adorableness to him that she just couldn't ignore.

“And just the project.” She finished, nearly smiling wider at the light leaving his eyes.

He nodded.
“Sure! Yeah! Just the project!”
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a ballpoint pen.

His hand gestured towards her arm.
"May I?"

She held out her wrist for him, watching as his hand wrapped around it.

He was so gentle with her, trying his hardest not to drag the tip too roughly against her skin.

His hands were so warm too, she was hesitating whether she should snatch back the “no funny business” rule, and see if maybe his fingertips will dig into her thighs tonight like they did on Saturday.

He spoke up before her imagination ran wild.
"There you go!"

She read the digits on her skin as he placed the cap on the pen.

"Call me whenever."

She nodded, feeling kind of sad that he was no longer touching her.
He looked down at her, her eyes looking up at his.

Deep brown pools of honey above her.

She watched as they trailed down to her lips, her soon following his movements to look at his.

His tongue darted out to wet the plush skin of his lips and just as she began to hold herself back from kissing them.

Ring

That fucking bell.

He placed his fists in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"You should uh.. you should get to class."

"What's in it for you?" She joked, a cocky little grin on her face.

He huffed as he looked up, shrugging his shoulders.
"I don't know.. maybe watching a pretty girl walk across that stage next month?"

He watched her expression die down, that familiar look in her eye that she did whenever she held herself back.

With how much he knew about her, you’d think they’ve fucked millions of times, and not just the one time at Chance’s party.

He fixed his lips to speak again, but she smiled at him.
"See you tonight, Eddie."

Chrissy walked away with red cheeks, his eyes following the way she strut down the hall.

His face warmed at the sight of her skirt swishing around with every step, revealing the back of her thighs.

She was gonna be the absolute death of him, and he would be dying happy.

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Eddie sat in his bed, anxiously waiting by the phone.

He cleaned his room and sprayed the room with a half used can of Glade that he snuck from the guest bathroom, just before changing into a polo shirt and Guess jeans.

The brunette made sure to unbutton the collar and do a couple spritz of a sweet cologne his uncle gifted him for his birthday.

He looked in the mirror hung above his dresser, adjusting his clothes and pulling down a loose curl to hang over his forehead.

His squinted eyes inspected the room.

Now that he thinks about it, she's gonna walk in and instantly believe he wants sex!

She already told him no earlier, he didn't wanna pressure her into anything.

Eddie's palm began to sweat, maybe this whole thing is useless, she likely had no intention to call him in the first place.

He just can't admit to himself that he and Chrissy were in a one and done situation.

He was just about to walk away from the circumstance as a whole, forget about all this.

Maybe Danny's party won't be like the same boring, mediocre kickbacks as they usually were, and if he's lucky, maybe he'll see her there.

He slipped his feet into his Reeboks, kneeling to tie them just as the phone began to ring.

The boy jumped up immediately, tripping over the loose strings of his shoes, and landing with half his body on his bed, the rest on the floor.

Eddie groaned, stretching an arm to grab the phone.
"Hello?" He answered, it was faint drums and guitar riffs playing in the background.

"Uh hi? Is this Eddie?"

Her voice instantly made all his worries wash away, his face muscles relaxing after his fall.

"Yes! Yeah.. uh this is me."

He could hear sigh through the speaker.
"Good, good—I just wanted to know the address?"

She wanted to know the address.

She wanted to know the address!!!

She's coming!!!

"Oh! Yeah it's umm.. 5756 Breakwater Drive."

She was quiet, leaving him to listen to whatever was playing behind her.

It sounded like rock music but way more aggressive, metal, if he’s not mistaken?

Jason always warned him of people who listened to that genre of music, and how they open portals.

Or whatever bullshit Jason read in those stupid Hawkins Post stories to distract him from his own problems.

He heard a click before she came back to the speaker.
"Okay.. see you later Eddie."

"Later, Cunningham."

He called off in the most chilled voice, despite his mind jumping up and down.

He placed the phone in its holder and quickly stood up, kicking off his shoes before neatly placing them back with the rest of them.

The jock ran out of his room in an instant, racing down the stairwell, and towards the foyer.

He made himself comfortable on the loveseat, it shouldn't take too long for her to arrive, the town was only but so big.

With the time he waited, he imagined what she would wear.

Did she change into that leather skirt he loved? Adorned by the vest like shirt that was cut down the middle, only being held together with string?

Or did she stay in the same outfit from earlier?

Was he weird to fantasize about what a girl, that technically wasn't his, wore?

Before he could go any further with his fantasies, the doorbell rang.

He looked up, seeing her silhouette through the stained glass door.

A smile spread across his face and he stepped towards the door, quickly unlocking it and swinging it open.

He was right, she swapped her earlier outfit for a gray shirt with Mötley Crüe stamped onto it and the award winning leather skirt, her tights no longer hiding the smooth skin of her legs.

"Hi." He smiled at her, his expression widening as she smiled back, a small wave towards him.

He realized that he was blocking the entryway, him backing away and gesturing for her to come in.

She stepped inside nervously, looking around the large room covered in family photos, trophies, and caps.

"Wow." She expressed, a surprised look on her face.

He chucked as turned from locking the door.
"Yeah it's uh.. it's a lot."

"No shit. You live here alone?" She looked towards him.

"Nah, with my uncle. He's on a business trip for now."

She nodded, still looking around the room.

Eddie was so busy admiring her, he didn't realize they've been standing in the same spot for three minutes.

He shook his head.
"I'm so sorry, where's my manners, would you like anything to drink? We have coke, beer.. orange juice, milk, water?"

She laughed with a nod as she picked at the hem of her skirt.
"Coke would be nice."

"Coming right up!" He scurried off to the kitchen.

I need to calm the fuck down. She's only here to study, he told himself before walking to the kitchen sink and turning it on.

He cupped his hands as the tap ran into his palms, soon allowing his face to submerge in the icy pool.

Once Eddie felt his temperature cool down, he grabbed the towel off of the counter and pat his face dry.

We will study and she will go right home, he repeated to himself, taking two Coca Cola classics out of the fridge and going back to his guest with a tight smile.

"Here's your drink!"
"Thank you."

He nodded before looking down at his socks, trying to think of the most appropriate way to tell her to follow him to his room.

"Well.. you wanna come upstairs?" His heart was pounding now, here comes the part where she kicks him in the balls and runs away.

Chrissy traced the condensation on the can with a dark painted fingertip.
"Lead the way."

He exhaled a sigh of relief, tilting his head towards the stairwell and leading her up.
"Make yourself at home."

As they made their way into his room, she cackled with a hand on her hip.

His eyebrows furrowed, did he say something funny?
"Am I missing something?" He asked, placing his soda on his nightstand.

She sighed before shaking her head.
"No it's just your room.. it's exactly as I imagined!"

He playfully rolled his eyes, turning to his desk to collect all the materials they would need.

"Seriously! From the basketball hoop to the striped walls, this is Eddie Munson personified!" She exclaimed, pulling a laugh from him.

She kicked off her shoes and placed them neatly on the floor before sitting down on his bed.

He turned to hand her the rubric, thinking she was still standing behind him.

But no, he could feel the blood in his brain rush to his dick at the sight of her on his bed, legs crossed with her arms behind her.

"I-is it okay for me to sit right here?" She asked nervously, sitting up and uncrossing her legs just in case he told her no.

"No! No! I mean.. yes. Yes, it's totally fine for you to sit right there."

She nodded, looking down at her knees.

The tension in the large bedroom was thick, couldn’t be cut with a blunt knife, and Eddie felt like he was suffocating in it.

"How about we um," she looked at the paper in his hand, "How about we get started on that?"

Her voice shook him out of his trance, his head nodding immensely.
"Yeah! Yeah let's start ha." He handed the rubric to her before settling down into his desk chair, and grabbing the world history book.

He rolled over to the bed, using the mattress as a table for the both of them.

Chrissy never took her eyes away from him, even though he refused to do the same for her.

It was a peaceful silence with very few occasional questions, however they felt peace with reading their separate articles.

She looked so beautiful when she was focused. She had always been pretty to him, but when she allowed herself to relax, it was something about her that just made Eddie go mad.

It wasn't until a growl echoed around the room that her eyes left the book.

He could see the embarrassment span over her face, a frown forming on his own.

She was always so loud and disruptive, it hurt him to see her shrink all of a sudden.

He placed down his pencil and checked the time on his alarm clock.
5:34

"Do you like pizza?" He asked, her head lifting to look at him with a muddled look.

"I know a place around here—they deliver, the pasta's pretty good too." He tried, pushing her to eat at least something.

Eddie always noticed that she only ever picked at her lunch, or stepped over it whenever she went on one of her daily lunch squabbles. But never fully eat it.

She tapped her pencil against the edge of the book, clearly thinking about the proposal.
"I like pasta."

He smiled warmly at her before reaching over to desk and grabbing the pizza flyer.

After the two came to the conclusion of ordering a large meat lovers pizza, Eddie placed the order.

Chrissy watched his every move. Enamored by how he stuck out the tip of his tongue as he listened to the cashier on the other side of the speaker, that same tongue that was just inside of her not even a week ago.

Oh and his hands that twirled the phone cord. She loved his hands, especially how big they were on her neck as he fucked her in front of the mirror.

Had he always been this jittery?

That's why he was the only team member that she sympathized with. He never really tried to conceal who he really was, even if his teammates would shame him afterwards.

She was pretty sure that if she hadn't told him to stay quiet about their time together, he'd probably be flaunting her to the world right now, no matter what anybody had to say.

Eddie soon placed the phone back in the holder, sitting back down in his rolling chair before staring up at the ceiling.

Chrissy stared at him before smacking her teeth.
"Come here."

He looked down at her in bewilderment, it was clear that she shocked herself.
"I'm sorry?" He asked, hoping that he was hearing correctly.

"That chair doesn't look too comfy, I mean. Why don't you sit over here?"

He picked at the loose string of his pants, not knowing how to respond.

"Seriously Eddie, I'd hate to kick you off of your own bed."

What could go wrong if he sat next to her?

On his bed.

In his room.

In his house.

With nobody else.

He pushed both the chair and himself back against the desk, painfully groaning exaggeratedly as the chair struck the table.

She giggled as he stood up, limping towards the bed before plopping down beside her.

Her laughter continued the more she watched his performance.

"Oh god, the life is seeping out of me with each passing moment.. desk three, Eddie zero." His voice now replaced with an old English accent.

He turned his head towards her, looking up at her as she laughed above him.
"I beg of thou, Chrissy, keep my memory alive."

She placed a small hand on his chest as she sat up on her knees.

Fuck he hoped she couldn't feel how hard his heart is beating right now, or see how hard he was getting.

"I pledge to keep thy life in safe hands and all thy feats of flinging balls into baskets shall be honored." She replied in the same accent as his, making his chest flutter at her being so in her element.

Isn't this like how her game went? Dungeons and Dragons?

He'd play as a medieval knight for centuries if it meant he'd forever see her as happy as she was right now.

"Thank you princess, I shan't... forget you."
Eddie shook, pretending to seize before laying on sheets and sticking out his tongue.

Chrissy smiled wider, clapping her hands as he broke character, now laughing himself.

"Bravo, bravo! You should've joined theatre instead of basketball."

"You think?" He asked, making no move to sit up properly.

He enjoyed this angle of her, he enjoyed being this close to her.

"I know. Girls would probably be all over you for acting more than tossing balls."

"Yeah?"
"Mhmm they'd love you." She smiled down at him, placing the hand back on his chest.

"Would you?" He asked unthinkingly, making her bite her lip in response.

"Hmm maybe."

His smile faltered as he inched closer towards her cautiously, just enough for his temple to touch the somewhat rough patch of her knee.

Eddie eyed her lips, his brain screaming as she licked them.

He wanted to kiss her so bad, fuck he needed to.

So he sat up on his elbows, Chrissy instantly leaning down just a few inches to meet him halfway.

When their lips connected, Eddie could've sworn fireworks were exploding outside.

She tasted fucking delicious. A combination of cinnamon gum, Coca Cola, and strawberry Lip Smackers.

The hand on his chest curled around his polo tee, his own hand reaching to cup her jaw, pulling her closer.

"Want you so—so fucking bad." He breathed into her mouth.
"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah, came so hard to the thought of you every night since."

He licked into her mouth, winning a moan out of her.

She pulled away sheepishly, as if he never heard her moan before, but his hand never moved.
"You sound so perfect, you are so perfect."

She looked anywhere but his face.
"You're just saying that."

He sat up instantly, trying to meet her gaze.
"No Chrissy, I believe that."

He took her face into his hands, placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"Do you understand how beautiful you are?"

Their eyes locked, blue meeting brown.

His stare was innocent, full of truth and pure honesty. Chrissy never talked to him much, nor has she ever tried to besides that one time.

Yet his eyes eased her to believe that they've known each other for eternity.

She opened her mouth to speak, voice getting caught in her throat as the doorbell rang.

Eddie stared at her one more time before standing up and grabbing his wallet off of his desk.

As he walked downstairs, he couldn't help but ponder whether he took it too far or not?

Did he put her in a position of uncomfortableness or uncertainty?

She seemed to enjoy the kiss, but she also told him no sex.

The warmth of her lips was something he could crave. But if he made her feel any discomfort, he wouldn't mind never fulfilling that craving again.

He opened the large door, greeting the miserable delivery driver with a smile.

"Nine fifty-four." The working teen responded, he couldn't have been any older than Eddie.

He opened his wallet, pulling out ten dollars and a little extra prior to handing it to him.
"Keep the tip." He took the large box from his hands, impatiently tapping his fingers against the box as heat seeped through the cardboard.

He watched the excitement wash over the boys face as he took the cash.
"Cool! Enjoy!"

He laughed as he closed the door, locking it.

"Money really does make the world go round." A feminine voice spoke from behind him.

Eddie whipped his head behind him, a smile on his lips as Chrissy walked towards him.

He laughed breathily, placing the hot pie on a console table beside the door.

His hand reached behind him, rubbing the back of his neck as he found the words to say.
"I'm sorry about the uh.. the kiss. I completely understand that you said you didn't wanna do anything tonight, I also understand if you want to leave."

Her eyebrows furrowed as he continued on.
"I just want you to know that that's not why I invited you over and my intentions really were to work with you."

He half expected her to flip him off and run out the door, but not to laugh in his face.

"Are you serious?" She giggled, his confused face making her grin even harder.

Chrissy walked closer and closer until her front met his, her arms going around his shoulders.

He melted in her grasp, allowing her to place her lips on his.

Eddie happily obliged to kiss her back, hands wrapping around her waist.

She sighed into his lips as his tongue parted hers, arms pulling her closer.

She could feel the hot length of him growing against her pelvis, smiling against his mouth.
"Can we go back to your room?" She breathed out, him nodding almost immediately.

He'd do anything she asked.

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She looked so beautiful underneath him, her puffy blonde hair framing her pink face as he kissed her, hot and wet.

Her hands trailed down his back and underneath his shirt, raking her nails against his skin, causing his back to arch into her.
"Off." She whispered on his jaw, kissing up and down the length of it until he pulled away to take off his shirt.

Eddie had girls all over him, there wasn't a day that went by without someone staring at him with amused eyes.

But this.

She wasn't looking at him, she was looking at him.

Right into his soul.

Her dainty fingers traced the trenches of his abs, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as he sat back on his heels.

His hands went to the hem of her shirt, folding it slightly, just enough to showcase her abdomen.

He bit back a groan at the dark outline of a rose that sat just on her ribs. His thumbs rubbing her sides gently as he rocked against her.

The sounds that left her mouth would be called filthy by others, precious by him.

A smile rose upon his face, she didn’t have on the same skort from last time, this time it was easier access.

But he wanted to see it all.

He could feel the dampness of her panties spread through his denim, hands still stroking the plush skin of her waist.

"Eddie.. Eddie.." Chrissy repeated, over and over.

"What do you want baby? Tell me?"

She moaned at his tone, thick and sultry.

"My clothes, take—oh fuck." His hips continued rolling against hers, driving her fucking insane and cutting her off.

However, he still knew what she wanted and helped her take off her oversized shirt.

He hummed, holding back a moan at the sudden display of her chest.

"No bra?" He asked, hips quickening as he moaned quietly.

She rolled a nipple between her fingers, sucking in a breath.
"Didn't see a reason to."

He chortled before leaning down to kiss her, she relaxed into his touch, mewling into the kiss.

She whimpered as he pulled away, his body heat the only thing keeping her warm in the cold room.

He needed to find a way to imbed that sound into his ears forever, but that's for later. Now, he needs to get her off.

His lips went to her pulse point, nipping and sucking at her, leaving a line of little pink splotches down her body.

Once he met the waistband of her skirt, he placed a kiss to her navel, causing her to jolt.

"Relax." He whispered, melting to his knees.

He tucked his fingers underneath the leathery band, inching himself back until the garment was off fully, making sure to kick off his pants as well.

It joined the floor with the rest of their clothes, and maybe the forgotten papers about The Great Depression.

Eddie exhaled shakily as his eyes lay upon the lacy lilac panties that stood as a complete polar opposite of how she represented herself.

His dick ached in the hidden depths of his boxers, begging to be released.
"Chrissy," His head falling against her spread thighs. Her hand reached down to caress at the short curls atop of his scalp.

He didn't hesitate to release the moans that left him as she scratched his frizzly tufts.

His hand moved before his mind did, and soon his fingers were circling the mound that peeked through her panties.

"Oh Eddie." The hand in his hair curled, pulling it.

He could've came right then and there, instead he stretched the garment to the side before tilting his head upright and taking her whole.

The guttural scream that left her once his lips wrapped around her clit shook the room.

Her hips rolled up against his face as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

Eddie moaned at the taste of her, he knew it hadn't changed since the last time he was with her, but it still made him hungry.

"Oh baby—just like—fuck Eddie!" Her pep talk urged him to go harder, licking her like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, melting right into his hands.

His hands wrapped around her thighs, spreading them further as his tongue flicked her clit harshly, not taking his time with her, that’s for another time.

It will be another time, it just has to be.

With what he could see through his eyelashes, her back was arching away from the bed, her ribs apparent as she sucked in her breath.

His fingertips dug into her thighs, being sure to leave marks for her to look at every time she took off her clothes, a reminder of him.

"Yeah just like that.." She panted, her other hand joining the first and cupping the back of his head.

Eddie smiled against her pussy before sticking his tongue inside of her and curling it.

"Eddie!" She squealed, she rode his face with urgency, thighs closing around his head.

He used his strength to pry her leg back open as he breathed heavily into her, curling and plunging his tongue in and out of her until she squeezed around him.

He moaned at the fresh taste of her cum coating his tongue, salty and sweet just like her, wasting no time to lick it all up.

Her whimpers and soft cries made his dick strain in his boxers, his hips bucking against his box spring until every drop of her was clean.

Overstimulation kicked in and soon she was pushing his head away from her.

Eddie crawled up onto the bed beside her, taking a condom off of his nightstand before laying on his side.

He admired the flushing of her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

He leaned in to kiss at her neck, a thick hand running a corner of the condom wrapper up and down her stomach as cum and saliva painted the length of her neck.

She turned to lay on her side, face to face with Eddie.

Her lips were on his instantly, the taste of herself on his tongue making her even wetter than before.
"Eddie.."

"What do you need baby?" He pulled away as he placed a gentle hand on her cheek.
"You? Please?" She threw her leg over his waist, and in seconds she was on top of him.

She sat back on his thighs as he pulled himself out of his boxers, sighing in relief as his dick was no longer suffocating in thin cotton.

Chrissy had forgotten how big he was, the memory of how he stretched her and left her aching for days  coming back to mind.

She watched as he blissfully stroked himself before ripping open the shiny wrapper, and tossing it somewhere for him to find later.

"Want you to ride me? Can you do that baby?" He breathed out as he rolled the rubber over himself.

She nodded frantically as she rose onto her knees, stretching the soaked, ruined panties to the side once again .

He rubbed the tip of him through her slit, her moans blessing his ears, "Sound so beautiful, Chris."

She sunk down onto him, a gasping moan leaving her lips as she placed her hands in the sheets, curling her hands around them.

"Shit— don't think I could ever get used to you." He whispered against her chest, biting her nipple as she began to move.

"Fuck!" She moaned through gritted teeth, nails digging into his comforter, hips moving back and forth against him.
"Could fuck you forever baby, take me so fucking well."

"Please—"
"Please what?" He groaned and laid flat on the mattress, hands gripping her waist.
"Don't stop talking—mm keep going."

He laughed darkly, her pussy getting wetter from the sound.
"You like hearing me talk to you? Like hearing me tell you all the filthy things I wanna do to you baby? And will when you allow me the chance?"

"Oh—Eddie!" She threw her head back, his hands rolling her hips in a way that made her eyes roll.

He wanted to roll his own, but he had to look at her, he has to.
"I was trying so hard today Chris, you walked into class with that little skirt—fuck. It was all I could think about and shit.. Chrissy I couldn't hold myself back from calling out your name."

He groaned as she released a wet cry, squeezing her waist twice.
"Wanted to.. oh god Chrissy—I wanted to take you right then and there. Fuck you right on my desk in front of everyone."

She moaned loud and clear, causing him to smirk, "You want that huh baby? I always knew you were a filthy girl. Always, ever since you showed up to that party with your chest out for everyone to see."

Chrissy could feel her orgasm build up as she remembered the vest-like shirt she wore, the only thing concealing her tits being a thin string knitting the shirt closed .

"And you proved I was right. You took me into that bathroom, begging me to fuck you, fuck—baby—you were begging for it-"

"Please—" She cried, hands latching onto his chest, ingraining crescents into his clammy skin as he gripped her ass.
"Mhm.. just like that. Fuck Chrissy just like that come on baby, you’re doing so good—"

"Yeah—"
"Nobody could ever fuck you like I can, no matter how much you try to convince yourself that we don't match, Chrissy. You're fucking mine." He met her widened eyes, possession and craze in his own.
"Eddie—"

"Tell me Chrissy, tell me that you're mine."
"I'm yours—oh all yours—fuck Edd-"

She soaked him, falling forward with a screeching cry as she squeezed around him, stuffing her face into his neck as he placed his feet flat on the mattress, and fucked up into her roughly with no mercy.

"Fuck Chrissy—need you baby fuck I'm—" He came hard as he bit her shoulder, panting heavily and squeezing her waist as she held him tight.

Their orgasms were overwhelming, neither of them speaking for a couple minutes until she lifted her head from his shoulder, amusement and admiration for him in her eyes.

He looked over at her smiled, confused at her expression.
"What?"

"Who was that?" She laughed, puzzled by his character from not even five minutes ago.

He realized what she was referring to, and tittered before rubbing a soft hand on her back.
"That was just my twin Eduardo paying us a quick visit." He chaffed, making her giggle before lifting up.

The two hissed at the over-sensitive sensation as she pulled off of him, choosing to sit down beside him instead. The empty feeling making her frown instantly.

But the anguish didn't last long before Eddie pressed his face between her shoulder blades.

She grinned, looking behind her with poked lips, waiting for a kiss.

And there he was, welcome to fulfill her need with warm lips.

His arm snaking around her body until his fingertips found shelter in the space beneath her breast, wriggling against the skin there until she was squirming beneath his touch.

"Eddie!"

He cackled before pulling away and allowing her to enter the en suite right across from him.

Eddie proceeded to take the rubber off, double knotting it and throwing it in the bin underneath his nightstand.

He then stood up on shaky legs, pulling up his boxers in the process before leaving the room.

Meanwhile Chrissy stared at her reflection, gawking at the tiny bruises that decorated her body, pink and purple splotches on every curve.

Marking his property, she thought with a quiet giggle.
Her wet hand ran down her body, feeling the mixture of sweat and cum between her legs.

Would she be wrong if she wished Eddie never put on the condom?

This is exactly what she was dreading, she's getting attached to him.

She's gonna fall in love and forget that he's a jock, then play victim when he finds somebody else and breaks up with her.

The thought left a nasty taste in her mouth, Eddie seemed so sweet as if he genuinely liked her, but they were too opposite.

He deserved a girl who liked Blondie or Madonna, or liked pastel colors and frilly dresses.

Not a girl who sleeps in and mostly shopped for clothes in the men's section.

She wasn't enough.

It just wouldn't work.

She speedily washed her hands and opened the bathroom door as she thought of an excuse to leave.

There was Eddie, a plate full of pizza slices stacked atop of each other in his hand and two cans of coke in the other.

A sinless smile painted his face, despite all the sins he had committed just fifteen minutes prior.
"Hungry?" He asked sweetly, maybe an extra ten minutes wouldn't hurt?

The two sat in bed, both of them laughing as Eddie told Chrissy all the secrets about the basketball team.

She swallowed a piece of pepperoni with wide eyes.
"So Jason stole 'hot points' from you?" Referring to the motto Jason always used when he would make a winning basket.

He nodded, sipping his cola before shrugging.
"I don't really mind it, I mean my dad taught me the phrase when I was younger and as I get older, I realize.. I don't want to associate myself with him anymore."

"With your dad?" She asked cautiously, she couldn't fathom having a bad connection with her father. Now her mother, she could understand more than a little when it came to dysfunctional bonds.

"Yeah, growing up, he was always this hot headed guy. But when my mom passed, he just sort of just pretended that I passed with her." He paused, picking at the metal tab of his can as he found the words to say.

"He'd pay attention less, leave the house without me knowing, basically leaving me to fend for myself at such a young age. I never really got upset at him for it though, grief can be a real bitch... But then I realized that my mom passing wasn't really a burden on him, it was just a fast pass to get rid of one of 'em."

Chrissy heart shattered for him.

She always assumed that he grew up with this perfect life, that he never had to worry about anything that came his way.

Little did she know, he was on the same page as her.

He looked down at his hands, her smaller ones folding over them.
"Hey—"

Eddie shook his head with a saddened smile, trying to sugarcoat the pain.
"But look at me now. I have acceptance letters from six different colleges, I'm an athlete with tons of friends, an uncle that loves me dearly.. and you."

And her.

As if her heart couldn't break even more.
"Eddie.."

He sighed, not giving her the chance to speak.
"Look Chrissy, I know you said you wanted to put all of this," he gestured towards them sitting bare in his bed, "behind us. But I just can't."

She frowned, did he really mean that?

"I'm not just talking about the sex but us, Chrissy. No other girl has made me feel this way."

Chrissy pulled her hands away from his, using them to pull up his duvet, to cover her chest.
"Eddie.. that's because you haven't given any of them a chance—"

"Because I gave it to you. That was more than enough for me-"

"But what about me, Eddie?! What about me?"

He stared at her with glistening eyes.

"You're not the one that has to prepare themselves to get shamed for simply walking down the halls, I do! You're not the one who gets bullied for doing what they love, I do!"

He sat up on his knees, inching towards her with interlocked hands.
"And I'm willing to go through all of it with you Chrissy, what aren't you getting?"

She couldn't dare to look at his face, his hand cupping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"All the basketball games, the friends, the reputation, done. I'll give it up in a heartbeat as long as it means I can call you mine without you feeling any embarrassment or shame."

A tear ran down her cheek, him quickly kissing it away.
"You barely know me." She joked, wiping her nose with her wrist.

He smiled, a kiss to her lips.
"I know I want to be with you."

Chrissy pulled him towards her, her wet laughter spilling into his lips as he plopped down on top of her.

The night continued more laughter and maybe even another orgasm he plucked easily from her with his fingers.

And eventually she was lying beside him, her chest pressed into his ribs and her leg thrown over his waist as she toyed the silver tag of his chain.

"Time's passing so quickly with you here, don't want this night to end." He muttered, stroking her back with light fingertips.

She sat up to look at the alarm clock behind her, motivating him to groan.

12:34

Her eyes widened.

Fuck time really was passing.

Her dad's probably worried sick, not expecting her to stay out this late.

"Shit." She climbed out of the bed hastily, worrying Eddie and making him sit up.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He asked, watching her collect her clothes off of the carpeted floor.
"I'm sorry—I have to go—"

"Chrissy—what-"

She grabbed her socks before standing between his spread legs and kissing him.
"I'm sorry, really, but I have to go home."

His hands found her waist, trapping her in front of him.
"Eddie."

"Baby it's late, past twelve." He drew circles into her tatted skin as he looked up at her.
"Stay the night, stay with me, and I'll take you home in the morning. But if you're really that eager to go home, I'll take you right now, your choice." His lips kissing the space above her navel.

She thought about the dilemma, she didn't wanna leave Eddie, but she also didn't want to leave her father worried.

Although, if her dad really was worried, he would've been banging on the door hours ago.

She encircled her arms around his neck, melting into his lap with a soft whine.
"You stayin' yeah?" He smiled against her ear, kissing down her neck just as the phone began to ring.

Eddie sighed, Chrissy laughing at the irritated look upon his face.

"One of your girlfriends calling you this time of night?"

He shrugged, "Possibly."

She smacked his chest as he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He answered, the bright expression on his face forming into concern.

"Hey man, where are you?" Jason replied, loud pop music and laughter echoing in the background.

"Oh uh.. I'm—I'm at home." Eddie made eye contact with Chrissy who stared at him with an ominous glare.

Fuck.

He knew that shit eating mug like the back of his hand.

What was she going to do?

"Well why are you at home?"

"Had a headache, so I took some aspirin and chose to stay in tonight."

"Really man? You stayed home over a headache?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, not even noticing that Chrissy was removing herself from his lap, kneeling between his spread legs and kissing his abdomen as he looked down at her.
"Y-yeah man I.. I didn't wanna spread anything if it was serious."

She stared up at him through her eyelashes, a desperate look in her eyes.

He lifted his hips, allowing her to drag his boxers down just enough to reveal himself.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of his dick in front of her. He was so pretty all over, the tip of him nearly red at how hard he was, precum beading over him.

"We are basketball players dude! We're men, we can handle anything, especially a little cold." Eddie was on the verge of hanging up the phone right there, his leg twitching as she circled her thumb on his tip.

"I-I know."

"Good, so get your ass over to Danny's and come drink with us."

She leaned downward, taking him into her warm mouth and attempting to suck him off with the same amount of energy as he gave her earlier.

He bit his lip, eyes shutting tightly as his hips rose to meet her movements.

"Fuck I.. I can't.. it's just too much." He spat out through gritted teeth.
His head fell back, his unoccupied hand moving through her blonde tufts, gently stroking them before pulling them towards him, a muffled moan leaving Chrissy which made him bite back a moan himself.

"What's too much? Leaving the damn house?"

She flicked her tongue against the tip of him, making his eyes nearly roll back.
"Yeah! Yes.. yes leaving the house is too fucking much!"

Jason scoffed, annoyance apparent in his voice.

"Laziest basketball player I ever met. I'll catch up with you later man."

He sighed as the call ended, letting out all his pleasure immediately, hips rolling up harder as he reached behind him to grip the duvet with his now free hand.

"Chrissy—nngh god please."

She got wetter and wetter at the sounds he made above her. He sounded so beautiful, he looked so beautiful. With what she could see above her and through her eyelashes, he looked down at her, wet swollen lips parted, and his eyebrows pinched. He was a sight to see.

"Keep looking at me like that..I-I'm fuh-fuck—I'm not gonna last."

Him lasting was the last thing she wanted him to do. His taste was something she craved, something she wanted her entire life that she just now discovered she did. Her hand joined her lips, stroking him roughly as she urged him on.

He laid flatly on the bed as he threw his arm over his face, fucking her mouth as that familiar coil in his stomach appeared.
Her free hand went to his stomach, feeling the muscles tighten before he whimpered underneath her touch.
"Chris...I'm gonna fu-" He pulled her hair, trying to move her before he released.

The blonde just took him deeper, a moan leaving them both as his hips stuttered, her own nearly humping the air underneath her, aching and begging for some sort of relief.

He came with an arch in his back and a loud wail of her name, his mess filling her cheeks which she had no problem swallowing down proudly.

She licked up every drop of him that she could, a small smile on her lips after she licked them, feening for more of him.

Her head fell to his abdomen with a sigh of contempt, watching him catch his breath, and taking in the feeling of his fingers scratching her scalp.

Eddie's hand soon pulled away, his arms helping him sit up to look at her.

"Chris?" She lifted her head to look at him.

"Chrissy, baby come here." He softly called out, her straddling him with zero hesitation.

He smiled, licking the drop of cum off of her chin before kissing her.
"My freak."

~~~

"..public employment programs for the unemployed, causing an upturn for the economy." Chrissy said with a smile, keeping her eyes on all of those who doubted her or judged her just because she was proud of who she was.

And there was Eddie standing beside her, staring at her with love and approval.

She looked up at him, not caring about who would put the pieces together and realize that they were dating.

"Thank you Edward and Christine, I can tell that this was really thought out, and took a lot of time and effort."

The two nodded in appreciation, Chrissy handing her the essay.

This time, they both made their way to the back of the class, finding comfort in their seats.

He could feel Jason's eyes looking back at them in disgust, his gut being right as he looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes staring into his soul.

Eddie smirked as he leaned towards Chrissy, who was now putting folders in her bag, and whispered.
"Looks like we have a stalker."

Her gaze turned confused, following his eyes before giggling softly, turning to give him a kiss right on the lips.

His heart grew four times its size.

Just last week she was afraid of what would happen if she even dared to make eye contact with Eddie in public, and now she's kissing him without a care in the world.

Eddie opened his eyes, peering over to see if Jason still watched. The jock stifling a laugh as the blonde boy forced his head to look at the teacher.

In about twenty minutes, Eddie and Chrissy both would be walking out of the classroom with a shared 100.

But they had each other too, and that was so much better.

Chapter Text

The music blared in Eddie's ears, the smell of alcohol and heavy fragrance overbearing and nauseating.

He wanted to leave, he needed to leave.

But Jason just continued to go on about his fuck list for the night, not a care in the world for the languid glint in his friend's eyes.
"..I think Lisa will be willing tonight, what do you think?" The blonde asked, shaking Eddie out of his daze.

"I.. what?" The other jock spoke confusingly, he needed a drink, something to ease his mind.

Going home didn't seem like an option anymore.

"Dude? Were you even paying attention to anything I was saying?" Jason asked, frustration in his eyes.

Eddie shook his head, putting his fingers up to his temples with a sigh.
"I'm sorry I gotta—" He nodded towards the kitchen before leaving his friend standing there irritated and confused, rather than concerned.

What did he have to do?

Not even he knew.

He stumbled towards the kitchen, thanking God that it was empty.

There sat a chest full of ice, beer and wine coolers buried underneath.

No water, no juice, no soda.

Just shit that will make him feel even worse.

Great.

A shaky hand reached into the pile of cubes, a quick hiss leaving him at the sudden temperature.

He didn't even like beer that much, really only took small sips or fake ones when a bottle was forced into his hands.

It's a man thing, his friends tried to convince him.

He rolled his eyes at the recalling, popping open the glass bottle with the can opener next to the cooler.

It wouldn't be a surprise if that was stolen by the end of the night, he thought.

Eddie took a sip of the musky drink, grimacing at the horrid taste as he walked around the function.

So many smiles on peoples faces for others that they didn't even really like.

He couldn't help but wonder how many of these relationships and friendships would last after graduation, if they'd change their numbers on the way to college.

It really didn't matter to him. His life was good, but as soon as he leaves Hawkins, everything else would be left behind too.

Except for his uncle, the only person he genuinely cared about in this worthless town.

After waving and giving small ‘hellos’ to everyone who didn't allow him to just walk by, he finally made his way to an empty part of the house.

A narrow hallway with a three doors. Two opposite of each other, one at the end of the hall.

That one being the only door cracked open, a faint yellow light seeping through the crack.

Eddie's heart pounded as he walked down the dark hall, it seemed so eerie for no reason at all.

He wasn't a lightweight, but maybe he should put the beer down.

Eventually he was toe to toe with the room, his hand going towards the knob with a shaky exhale before pushing it forward.

It was a large bathroom with a turned corner, blocking off his sight of the rest of the room from where he stood.

He sighed in relief. It seemed empty.

Just what he needed to recollect himself.

Eddie shut the door before fully entering the room, rubbing his eyes as he walked towards the sink, placing his beer on the corner.

Hopefully he can rinse his face in here and all his problems will be solved. Easy fix.

But as he took his palm away from his face, there was a figure right in front of him.

He jumped back in fear at the sight of a girl.

Blonde puffy hair, a skimpy black shirt on with a leather skirt. She sat perched up on the counter, half of her back against the wall with a joint in hand.

Wait.

Chrissy Cunningham?

Isn't she supposed to be dealing inside the party? Why is she in the bathroom?

Oh shit.

She's probably waiting for someone and he's interrupting her deal.

He choked on his words as the concerned expression on her face increased.

"I—I'm so sorry.." He exclaimed, her face softly turning blank at his apology.

"I.. I can go." He turned around, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.

"No,"

Her soft and forgiving tone shocking him as he looked back at her.

"No, you don't have to go."

Eddie nodded as he walked towards her, turning on the tap as he cupped his hands underneath it.

"Tough night, pretty boy?" She spoke inaudibly, the water in his nose blocking his ears.

His wet face looked up at her in perplexity, was he hearing right?

She laughed as she reached behind her, grabbing a small cloth off of the rack, and handing it to him.
"Didn't expect to see you anywhere not smacking lips with a girl."

He didn't like how she framed him as some man whore, he wasn't one to kiss girls in the corner of parties, but he digressed.

Eddie nodded as a thank you before patting his face dry.
"And I didn't expect to see you not selling anything."

He balled up the towel before throwing it behind him, perfectly making it in the hamper.

Chrissy's eyebrows rose at his success, "Okay."

The brunette couldn't help but snicker at her sing-song choice of tone, shaking his head.
"Thanks for letting me come in here for a few.. just couldn't handle everything going on out there."

She scoffed.
"Eddie Munson, every Hawkins High cheerleader's wet dream, Mr. Perfect-Face plastered on lockers, category winner: best smile in the yearbook... can't handle a couple chats?"

He rolled his eyes.

Why does everyone think that he got all those titles by choice?

"God forbid a guy's not comfortable with everybody being in his face all the goddamn time." He didn't mean to sound so aggravated, but he didn't wanna be there in the first place, now he's being judged for showing his lack of comfort.

The cocky eyes melted into pure care for the guy.
"Hey, I was just joking."

He looked at her with regretful intent.
"I know.. I know, and I'm sorry for that I just— everything is too much. Do you understand the pressure of everyone wanting you to be picture perfect all the time?"

He came to realization of who he was talking to.

The same girl who gets bullied for liking what she likes. Who's the school’s laughingstock for simply existing in her own skin.

And here he was complaining about his overpopulation of supporters, just to go home and cry in a bed of money.

"Chrissy, I'm sorry—"

She chucked with an easy smile, "No, no it's fine."

He scratched the back of his flushed neck as he allowed her to finish.

"Every can have a fucked up life, even the ones who get everything handed to them."

Eddie nodded, silence flooding the room before two flicks and the sound of a crackle came from beside him.

The smell of marijuana and smoke soon taking over his nostrils.

He watched her put the flax paper up to her lips, inhaling the smoke.

The yellow tinted air leaving her lips in circles made his mouth water.

This had to be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, and his ex girlfriend used to practice her cheer moves in front of him.

But this.

But Chrissy.

There was no denying that he liked her, he always found her outfits so cool, the theatrics she pulled at lunch amusing.

Even though she made him the butt of her jokes.

He still was entranced by her every move.

She laughed breathily, breaking him out of her spell.

Her black tipped fingers held the white stalk towards him.

His head quickly shook, he only ever smoked once or twice, the taste making his face contort each time.

Chrissy tilted her head.
"All those times Jason bought weed from me, and you're telling me that you don't wanna try it now?"

"Did Jason buy the weed or me?" He joked, making her laugh.

"I don't know.. it could've been like a group thing. Pshh, I'm not gonna force you to try it."

He was surprised by how relenting she was. As someone who was used to peer pressure, her quick draw back made him want to try it.

Just as she was about to take a hit, he pulled it from her hands, taking a small one himself.

He didn't know what was so different this time.
The fact that her cherry red lipstick made the green apple flavored papers even prettier or that he just placed his lips on the same thing as her.

Either way he was enjoying every second.

"Wow.. the fame is so much, you had to move to rebellious acts?"

He rolled his eyes jokingly as he passed her the joint.

And they continued this cycle.

Passing the joint back and forth, one of them making a joke with each pass, the joke seeming funnier the higher they got.

Eventually the joint was down to a bud, laughter bouncing up and off the walls of the room.

"No! I think you wearing Tina's cheer uniform was a lot more embarrassing." She stated between a fit of giggles.

Eddie's head fell back with a shocked grin as he looked at her.
"It was a dare!"

"It was ridiculous!"

"I looked ridiculous."

She released a small cackle before shaking her head.
"You looked adorable, your legs were fantastic that day."

He shrugged cockily, pretending to flip his short hair.
"Well I don't do these leg days for nothing." Making her giggle again.

Eddie admired her smile, eyes on the perfect shade of pink for her lips. Her little crooked tooth that dug into her lip as she recovered from her fit of laughter.

She caught him staring, her eyes red and gentle like his.
"What?"

She was so fucking cute when she's high.

He shook his head, leaning back against the counter.
"Nothin'.. I just wish we would've talked more after middle school."

He could see her face move from ecstatic bliss to pure confusion.
"Middle school?"

Eddie sighed, looking up as he bit his lip.
"You know the talent show? You showed up in that cute little blue dress."

It was silence, besides the muffled music coming through the door, as she tried to remember, a chesty laugh escaping her as she reminisced about it.

"Eddie!"
"Ha, nobody expected such an innocent girl to shred a guitar like that."

Chrissy hummed, a tight smile on her face, as she looked at him, that made his heart flutter.
"How'd you even remember that?"

"Oh please.. twelve year old me was never the same after that."
"Yeah?"

He scoffed with furrowed brows.
"Fuck yeah? I used to think you were the hottest girl alive.. still do."

The weed spoke rather than his head, and soon he was regretting his actions.

Before he could apologize, Chrissy leaned towards him, kissing him with lazy lips.

Eddie melted in her touch, leaning forward to deepen the kiss, but nearly falling instead.

He cursed as she giggled, her laughter transforming into soft hums as he found a spot between her spread legs.

His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer towards him as he rolled his hips.

The kiss was now messy and open-mouthed, his tongue finding hers as she moaned into his lips.

“Eddie—“
“I want you so bad Chrissy—fuck.”
“Have me.. please?”

He pulled away to look into her eyes, a coaxing look in the blue orbs.

His lips found her neck as his hand trailed under her skirt, hoping to find lace, but getting more leather instead.

A fucking skort???

He groaned into her sweet perfumed skin, more giggles leaving her before she pushed him back and hopped off the counter.

She then turned to face the large mirror in front of them.
“It’s a zipper.” She whispered after leaning backwards, and turning her face to his.

He moved her hair to the side, kissing her neck with warm lips, making her back arch against his front.
“Eddie.”

He then gently pushed her over the counter, melting to his knees while kissing down her backside, before pulling down the zipper of the tight skirt then the garment itself, a laugh leaving his lips.

“Green polka dots?”

He couldn’t see her but he knew that she was rolling her eyes.
“We can stop this now.”

"Oh no baby, that’s not needed." He tugged the thin white and green fabric down to her ankles, allowing her to step out of it along with her skirt.

His thumb grazed her slit, a shaky exhale leaving her.
“So fucking wet, Chrissy-girl. All this for little ol’ me?”

“Y-you know it is.”

He smirked before leaning forward, putting his whole mouth on her.

"Eddie baby—fuck—" he licked a stripe up her pussy, repeating the cycle until she was gripping the counter, hips bucking against his face.

He’s never done it this way before, it was kinda frustrating to him too.

Eddie’s favorite part of pleasing a girl was seeing her face, and taking pride in the fact he made it that way.

Now he’s with his dream girl, and he won’t even see the face she’ll make when she cums.

She was a moaning mess above him, and fuck was that good itself, but seeing was his strong suit, despite him bumping into two corners on the way in here.

“Eddie fuck baby—right mm-oh my god right there.”
Two of his thick fingers joined in, curling and hitting that spot that made her cross-eyed. She backed into him before clenching around his fingers.

Her sounds echoed throughout the large room, he prayed that nobody could hear them.

It being unlikely anyways with Teena Marie blasting in the speakers.

Eddie worked her through it until she reached back and pushed him, he pulled away and trailed dripping kisses down her body, a bite to her ass that made her gasp before he licked the mark.

He rose to his feet, pulling a condom out of his pocket and unbuckling his bottoms before tracing that mole on her mid back.

He was in protection in a heartbeat, leaning over her and staring at themselves in the mirror.

Fuck he never wished he had a camera more than right now.

"Think you can take more?" He drove himself between her slit painfully slow, her clit getting caught against the head of his dick with each stride.

"Eddie—baby—please I need it? Need you." She pouted at the mirror, eyes glossy and full of desperation.

He took her jaw in his hand, turning her face to meet her lips, licking into her mouth as he pushed into her cunt.

Chrissy moaned into his mouth as he bottomed out, the angle making him deep inside of her.
He started with achingly slow strokes, ones that made her whimper in impatience.

He noticed her struggle, taking pity on the girl and quickening his hips fast enough to make the sounds of their hips connecting echo in the bathroom. Her moans were silent, heavy but empty and breathless.

"Take it baby, you're doing so good, Chris."

She moaned in response, her forehead falling to the counter as her hand gripped the bowl of the sink beside her.

His hazy eyes followed her hands, enough
non-sensual sobriety in him to have fear that she would break the bowl, or even worse, tear it off.

Eddie took her hand in his and placed it on the counter in front of her, pinning it down as he looked at her fucked out face in the mirror.

The once perfect red lipstick smudged from bites and kisses, a line of drool dripping down her face, and onto the polished granite.

Her lips curled into an O as he fucked into her the way she needed and deserved.

She looked perfect, he didn't know what he did to deserve this moment, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

He bent his knees slightly, reaching for the back of her knee and gripping it as he perched it onto the counter.
"Oh fuck!—baby!"

"You feel so good, baby. Don't wanna stop." He panted, a wet whimper coming from her.

"Don't—please. Please don't stop." Chrissy rose onto one of her forearms, gripping the edge of the counter as she lifted upward, a better view of her wrecked image in the mirror.

Eddie’s hand reached up for her neck, fingertips squeezing the sides as he thrusted harshly, hips snapping against hers in a way that made their eyes roll.

"Right there! Fuck it's too much." She cried.
"Come on baby, you're almost there."

Both his ring and middle finger came up to her lips, her happily opening them for the wet digits and sucking.

Eddie looked in the mirror, his eyes rolling back at the view.

He could’ve came right there, his stomach tight as he pulled his soaked hand away from her face.

His fingers reached down to rub at her clit, a wail escaping Chrissy’s chest as she reached back to pull him in for a kiss, her cunt clenching around him as her nails dug into the back of his neck.

"That's my girl..so good for me—fuck." He groaned, his head falling into the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting the area as she she dripped onto the floor.

A string of curse words left him as he caught up with his release, his arms squeezing her tightly to keep her upward as he fucked her through it.

The two fell against the counter, Chrissy sandwiched between the cold hard counter and him.

He kissed the nape of her neck, rubbing his nose along the side.
"Holy fuck." She spoke lazily.
"You can say that again."

She giggled, finding comfort in the heavy feeling of his weight.

“Oh shit—sorry.” He apologized before standing straight, the two of them gasping as he pulled out.

Eddie turned to take off the condom, tying it before walking over to the bin, and throwing it in the trash.

By the time he walked back to her, she was back fully dressed, cleaning up her makeup with wet tissues.

“When do you think we can talk again?”

Hopefully it wasn’t too soon for him to ask that, but he seriously liked her.

If he didn’t make it clear enough.

His hope died down once a frown formed on her face.
“Eddie, we can’t do this again.”

There it was.

“I’m sorry but I’m not like you, I can’t just do things and not face any consequences because I’m Hawkins chosen one.”

His expression was saddening.

She wasn’t wrong, but he hated to hear her say it.

He liked her, so fucking much, but he’d hate to be the reason for her pain.

Her eyes scanned his face, a pained wince leaving her.
“Please Eddie, please don’t look at me like that.”

He bit as his cheek as he looked down, picking at his blunt nails.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized one more time before opening the bathroom door, George Michael blasting for a second, prior to her closing the door.

That was really the end, he really wasn’t gonna talk to her ever again.

He wanted to yell, cry, curse at himself for being so stupid.

For actually believing that it was his turn for something good.

He should’ve just sucked it up earlier and stayed at the actual party.

If only he knew what would happen a week later.