Rogue // Stranger Things x Reader (Female)

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ//ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

I write long chapters. Deal with it, queens. Btw, this story starts 24 hours before Will goes missing.

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The day was Saturday, November 5th, 1983.

"(Y/N)? Do you copy?"

The buzzing voice sounded from your walkie which sat peacefully on the top of your desk. You were a little preoccupied with Mrs. Marsh's homework from Algebra 1 since the latest unit had been extra confusing (and if we're being honest, the way Mrs. Marsh teaches only makes your confusion worse).

There were these new problems called probabilities. They caused your brain to think and solve in a new and unfamiliar way compared to previous school years. You'd always been good at math - you were literally taking the ninth grade math course as a seventh grader; however, currently you were a bit stumped. Of course, since you were so used to being amazing at math... you weren't happy with this new feeling of difficult. It put you on edge, to say the least.

"I repeat, (Y/N), do you copy? This is Lucas Sinclair. Over."

You were so close to finishing the last problem... just one more minute!

"I know you're there, (Y/N). Please pick up! Over."

You put your pencil down with a sigh as you rolled your eyes and grabbed your walkie, lifting the antennae. "What do you want, Lucas?" You slowly spun around in your wheel chair as you mindlessly looked at your Michael Jackson posters.

"The boys and I are gonna play D&D tomorrow," the walkie buzzed, "Dustin and I know you're familiar with the game and aren't bad at it... and we need a fifth player for this new campaign! So we brought it up to Mike yesterday-"

"Lucas, Mike hates me-"

"No, he doesn't! He just-"

"And I need to finish my Algebra 1 homework and then study for Mr. Clark's test on Tuesday." You said as you thought about all the studying that was to come tomorrow. "So, I know you just want to include me in your party, or whatever, but I honestly don't have time. Over."

"I'm sorry - did you just say you need to finish your Algebra homework?" Lucas sounded almost judgmental.

You paused, "Y-yeah?"

Your walkie stopped making noise... until you heard the static sound of Lucas laughing, "Who the hell does homework on SATURDAY?! What kind of psychopath are you?" Even you began to snicker. He was right - none of the other seventh graders ever did their homework on Saturday. It was always crammed late at night on Sunday. You thought for a moment... studying for Mr. Clark's test could wait... it wasn't like you weren't a genius in science as well.... "Anyway." Lucas's voice beeped through the walkie. "As I was saying, Dustin and I brought it up to Mike - who vetoed, of course - BUT we also brought it up to Will. Y'know, Will Byers? Over."

You smiled, "Yeah, I know him. Over." Will Byers was very quiet and shy. He'd said only three words to you ever. And on top of that, he was the only other seventh grader in Algebra 1 next to you.

"So the party voted and it was three-to-one! Over."

You paused again, "What?" You'd known Lucas for years. Since you were five years old, to be exact. He lived right next to you, and your mom thought it'd be a good idea to invite the kid next door to her daughter's fifth birthday. Your mother was also pretty close with his parents. 

However, he hung out with some of the strangest kids in school. Dustin Henderson was really sweet and quite funny, if you were honest, but he could be very straight forward and have a bit of a trash mouth. Will Byers - as mentioned earlier - hardly spoke, but according to Lucas, he was just seriously introverted. Understandable. And then there was Mike Wheeler. He'd had some sort of grudge with you ever since fourth grade when you tripped in the cafeteria and spilled your lunch all over him (and in front of the whole school, no less). It was incredibly embarrassing for the both of you; yet, in spite of that, the most conversation you could ever get out of him was a very monotone 'Hey'.