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eddiemunsonwoofty · 3 years ago

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Fix Me - Part Two

Summary: You reach out to the local "freak"/drug dealer for some kind of escape after your mom dies. Turns out he's the escape you needed.

Caution: mentions of drug use, cursing, hitting.

📝: part two leads us into more of the actual story. I just wanted to get a sense of the character (reader) a little more.

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Sitting in English class, I was a lost blur as usual. It was coming close to graduation and no one, not even the teachers gave a fuck about what was going on in class. I could hear the jocks that sat behind me; shooting spit balls back and forth amongst each other and cackling. A few cheerleaders in the back corner working on something for the pep rally they held every. single. Friday. Then next to me there was Robin, chattering on about her trumpet and how the middle key constantly got stuck. Hmmm....maybe I don't tune her out all the time.

All of a sudden I hear maniacal laughter coming from the front of the classroom. I snap back to the current reality I was held hostage in, to see "The Hellfire Club" (well at least the senior members), and their "freak show" fearless leader, Eddie Munson trying to switch our snoozing English teacher's novel with a hustler magazine, strategically opened the dirtiest page.

Their cackling annoyed me. It was so much louder than everyone else's in the room. So loud as to make me pay attention, I hated it. I could still hear Robin talking about her trumpet when I asked, "What's wrong with them?" Pointing at the long curly haired cult leader. "Oh, Eddie and them?" Robin implied. "Don't pay them to much attention, y/n." "They're just a bunch of loaded freaks."

"Loaded?" My curiosity peaked. "Yeah, loaded, like high...they smoke weed?" Robin said, as if I should know what that meant. I had little to zero knowledge about drugs. It was never something wanted to try.

"Have you ever, Robin?" I said with somewhat of a sharp tone. "Um, I mean yeah, once or twice when my nerves are shot or something." She replied.

Ding. Fucking. Dong. I sat up straight in my seat. I am a walking shot nerve. Why hasn't she said anything to me before about this? How it relieved her? Does Robin like me like this? Sad all the fucking time?

"Why haven't you said anything before about that?" I scolded. "Do you think if I did it, it could help me...you know...feel less?" I could feel that sharp pain in my face of tears beginning to form. I wanted to stop feeling any pain at all. "Oh, y/n, I'm sorry." Robin said with a saddened expression. "I thought of it before for you, but Steve thought it was a bad idea."

Robin worked with my brother at family video on the weekends. I knew that from time to time I was mentioned in conversation between them, but never thought my name and weed would be in their sentences. "You talked to Steve about this, Robin?" I could feel myself getting angry about it. As soon as I heard my tone I settled down. They were just worried about me.

"Yeah, sorry." She said sullen. "We were brainstorming ideas...and well, it does help for a little while at least."

Next thing I knew, I had stood up from my desk. Adjusting my jeans and oversized sweatshirt. 7 months ago I wouldn't be caught dead in jeans and a sweatshirt, let alone a sweatshirt that was way to big for me.

I would have been in some frilly pink top, that was honestly too small for me. Some pink mini skirt, barely covering my backside, as to get any male attention I could, I was constantly looking for my next boyfriend. I ran through them.. my reputation wasn't a clean one, but a popular one. A cute high pony tail with a pink bow. My makeup always done, not heavy, but just enough.

There is still a ponytail remaining, but it was more of a smooshed up mess to hide the fact that I hadn't brushed my hair in days. This was the new me. No more pink girly frills, just dark unflattering clothes. No makeup, just darkened undereyes. Hair a mess. No flirting, guys thought I was gross now. I was zombie girl to them. Who wants to make out with a zombie...a ghost...a girl that can't get over her dead mommy, as I once heard out of a jocks mouth. That was the only day since her death that I probably didn't act as a ghost, when I decked that mother fucker in the mouth for saying it as I passed by. That day I did feel more than just pain and sorrow. It felt good to shut him up.

"Will you get me high?" I blurted out. Wait a minute. Did I just walk up to Eddie Munson without introduction and ask him to get me blitzed? "Uh, hey princess." Eddie said with a nervous laugh behind his words, turning his eyes only to the teacher, still just snoozing away behind his desk.

"Ew, princess?" I responded. "Well, yeah, aren't you the princess of Hawkins High?" As he spoke, he looked me up and down. "Rough day?" He smirked. "I used to be, I guess...and more like a rough 6 months." "So can you, or not?" I said, annoyed. Any question annoyed me anymore.

"How do I know your not trying to get me busted?" He quizzed. "I've hardly ever spoken to you, yet here you are asking for bud." I understood his inquisition. "I'm not here to bust you, Eddie." My head shifted down to the floor. "I need...I need to not feel something for a while, okay!?"

"Okay, damn princess." He threw his hands up in the air, as to signal me he was giving in. I could only imagine how pathetic I looked to him.

"Meet me after class." He stated. "There's a spot out in the woods behind the football field, it has a picnic table there." "Okay, sounds like a plan." I stated, as I turned to go back to my seat. "Oh, Munson?" I turned back towards him." "Yeah?" He said with a slight grin on his face. "Don't call me princess again, okay?" I said sternly, his grin left his face and he turned back to his friends.

I cannot believe I just asked Eddie for weed. I cannot believe I even spoke to him. I used to laugh at his expense when whatever dumb jock I was dating at the time would fuck with him. Now I was a freak too, no one fucked with me, but I was a freak. Not a princess.

I sat there wondering what I just got myself into. Then the bell rang. I guess I was fixing to find out.

I gather my things, put my headphones over my ears and pressed play on my Walkman. "For Whom the Bell Tolls" started playing, as I made my way to my locker, then the woods behind the school.

Rock music was new to me. The angry shrills of the guitars were surprisingly soothing. The raspy voices singing about something other than a girl they wanted to fuck was also a nice reprieve.

I tried to slow my pace as I made my way to my "drug deal". I didn't want Eddie to think I was too eager. Why did I even care what he thought? I haven't gave two shits about what anyone thought for a long time. Whats up with me?

I made it to the picnic table, no Eddie. "Hmmm, maybe I didn't walk as slow as I thought?" I said quietly to myself. I took a seat, staring at the trees around me.

It felt like an hour had gone by and still, NO EDDIE. What the fuck! I get up and grab my bag to leave. Turn around and am startled to see Eddie standing there, leaned against a tree. Staring at me.

"Hey, princess..."

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