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Ditched

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: you got ditched at a party, but it’s okay because so did Steve

Warnings: none

A/n: Tumblr likes to make me cry so this will be a block of text, I'm sorry. Also as you can see asks are open again!! Steve Harrington asks are highly encouraged, but you can find the pinned post and request anything in the tags, following the rules ofc.

You knew you shouldn't have let your friends talk you into this, you always hated parties. Now, you were hugging the wall as you tried to keep tabs on them with your eyes; they were mostly flirting and dancing with other people while you were tasked with drink holding. Everything was too loud, and it reeked of sweat and cheap cologne and perfumes. The next song that came on had enough bass boosting through the stereo to take the whole house down, so, rolling your eyes, you escaped out of the back; there were still people in the pool, but there was less loud music.

Steve knew this was a mistake too. He let this girl drag him to a party hosted by a guy they knew in high school; was he really getting that desperate?

It was fine while she was interested, but Steve turned his back to grab drinks for one second and she was with her old friends, flirting with some guy. He sighed, looking around. He wasn't going to talk to anyone, half he recognized as people that didn't like him, and the other half were people he had never met.

He saw that the vibe outside was slightly more chill than inside and snuck out of the back. Surveying the area, Steve looked for a place to hang out until his date remembered him.

Everyone was messing around in the pool, but you were sitting with your back against the house, looking up at the stars with your knees pressed into your chest.

He thought he recognized you, but he wasn't sure. Curious, Steve walked towards you, and sat down. He looked up at the sky with you.

"It's nice, right," Steve said before looking over at you. "You here by yourself?"

You shook your head and looked through the glass door that led back inside, "Nah, my friends are in there, flirting or screwing or something," You looked back at Steve. "You?"

Steve's mouth hung open as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "Um, my date ditched me."

You rested your head on your legs, looking at Steve, "Sucks." You smiled softly.

Steve stared at you; he swore he had seen you at school back in the say, but he wasn't sure.

"Did we know each other in high school?" He asked.

"I knew you," you said. "But, I think this is our fist time officially meeting, I'm Y/N."

You held out your hand for Steve to shake, and, suddenly, it clicked in his head as he remembered your name.

"Wait, Y/N" He realized. "You were friends with Martha Weston in drama club, right?"

"Oh," you gasped with a smile. "Yeah, you did date her."

"How's she doing, now?" Steve asked.

You winced before turning back to the door, finding Martha leaned against the pool table.

"She is currently sucking faces with Marty Windberg."

Steve looked over at you shocked and poked his head over by the door to confirm. His eyes widened.

"Wow, really, that douchebag?"

You shrugged in response. "Eh, she'll be fine."

You looked at Steve, he was a lot different from when you knew him before. Back then you didn't trust him, and you hated that Martha wouldn't listen when you told her to stay away from him, but she always did have a horrible taste in men.

You thought to yourself, if your friends ditched you and Steve's date ditched him, you both should just ditch together.

You grabbed Steve by his wrist, standing up, "My house's not far from here, and I have an Atari if you wanna play?" You offered.

Steve looked up at you before standing, "You sure," He looked back through the door. "What about your friends?"

You started walking backwards, slowly, "They'll call me in the morning when they wake up wherever them and their hookups got busy; c'mon, I'm bored here!" You smiled tugging on Steve's arm.

He looked back at you and started walking with you until you turned around and started running, chasing after you.

Steve didn't just remember you as Martha's friend, but also as the nerdy ball of energy he saw bouncing around the auditorium at the end of club meets when he came to pick Martha up. He remembered your smile, your laugh, and the innocent, but witty, quips you'd throw at your friends. On top of it all you were really attractive, but, according to his friends, Steve was already pushing it when he was dating Martha. It didn't matter that she was the best singer in the school and got all of the lead roles, she was still a theater kid. That was why he had to dump her even though he never told anyone. He ended up never asking you out to not ruin his reputation anymore than he already had.

However, he wasn't in high school anymore, and his reputation was already shot. No one cared if he dated someone who wasn't in social standing with him because the hierarchy didn't exist anymore.

The two of you made it to your house; you put your key in the door, opening it and letting Steve in. You stayed up the entire night playing on your Atari, laughing, and talking.

He almost had you in stitches on the couch; you sighed, "Man, I was so wrong about you; now I get why Martha was so into you!" You smiled.

Steve smiled back, slightly sad; he looked down, "Yeah, I don't think you were too far off about me, though," He said. "I really was a jerk back then."

You sat up and looked at Steve, "Yeah, well so was I," you shrugged. "It wasn't just you I didn't trust; I never liked anyone that I deemed too popular. We were all idiots in high school, Steve, that's why they're the worst years of you life, but the good part is," You reached out to push a strand of hair behind Steve's ear. "None of it matters anymore."

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