I still like you | Steve Harrington x Reader

chapter 7

You and Steve looked at each other. "It came from here."

Your diverse group decided that it was best to go home and sleep and then try to figure out this mystery in the morning. And so you did.

You woke up by the alarm clock, hopped out of bed and took a shower like always. Changed, got ready and headed to the mall. Always as busy here.

You sat in the room behind the counter while Robin took care of the customers and Steve and Dustin were out looking for clues. It wasn't exactly easy to search through the Russian dictionary and try to figure out the right letters, but it got easier and easier the more you two learned. 

Robin had to decline the Sinclair sister even more samples today. The tough little girl was always stubborn and knew what she wanted.

"Where's the sailor man?" She asked when Robin refused another ice cream test. 

"Sorry, he can't help you, he's busy."

"Busy with what?"

"Spycraft." She said secretively. "(Y/N), wanna go see what the halfwits are up to?" 

You stood up from your chair and left Scoops Ahoy, happy to get a break from all the work you'd been doing. You found the two boys not too far away. Steve was using the binoculars and you decided to sneak up to jumpscare them, but accidentally overhear their conversation. 

"Do you see anything?" Dustin wondered.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for."

"Evil Russians." He declared. 

"Yeah, exactly, I don't know what an evil Russian look like." 

"Tall, blond, not smiling," was Dustin's definition of just that. "Look for earpieces, cameras, duffel bags, that sort of thing."

"Mhmm. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Steve all of a sudden said. 

"What?" Dustin's voice was excited.

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky!" 

"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars." 

"Ah, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?" Steve muttered. "I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." 

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history." He grabbed the binoculars from Steve. "Besides, I don't even get why you're looking at girls anyways. You have the perfect one right in front of you."

"Seriously, if you're gonna say (Y/N) again-"

"(Y/N)."

You swallowed as you stood still the few meters behind them. What?

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)." Dustin repeated. 

"No, no, no." Steve argued and they looked at each other. 

"(Y/N)."

"No."

"(Y/N)."

"No. No, man, we are not each others' types." 

"You mean that you're not her type. I have never seen you scared of rejection." Dustin groaned as he looked into the binoculars again.

Steve scoffed. "It's not about rejection, we... we barely know each other and for your information, she's still in school. And she's actually not really my type. She's got this hyper personality. I don't like that she's hyper. And she's friends with those stupid girls in her grade? Plus, she's literally in band class with Robin. It's a bad look."

You felt your jaw drop as you listened to the conversation. 

"Now that you're out of high school, which means you're technically an adult, don't you think it's time to move on from primitive constructs such as popularity? Besides, she's literally one of the most popular girls in school, if not the most. I don't get why you've never spoken to each other. Guess it's because she's nice and you're not. Guess she got standards." You liked this Dustin kid. 

"Oh, primitive constructs? Is that some stupid shit you learned at Camp... Know... Nothing...?.." 

You had to hold your breath not to giggle. 

"Camp Know Where, actually. And no, it's shit I learned from life. Instead of asking girls out that you don't care about, why not ask someone out that you actually like being around?"

"Alright, cause she rejected me!" He groaned. "I did ask her out!"

"No, that does not count, Steve. You didn't ask her out and she never rejected you." Dustin shook his head.

"She doesn't have to literally reject me for me to know it. She's been rejecting Billy all year-"

"Date. Someone. You. Like. It's like me and Suzie."

"Oh, Suzie. Yeah, you mean 'hotter than Phoebe Cates'." Steve scoffed. "Yeah, that  Suzie. And let's think about.. How exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Ohh, yeah. With my advice. Because that's how this works, Henderson. I give you advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, okay, pea-brain?"

You bit your lip at Steve's pathetic answer and once again had to remind yourself not to giggle. Like every time you'd met Steve before - it was nothing like you expected. Dustin was probably just teasing because Steve couldn't get any girls lately but it was still entertaining to listen to. And now you knew how Steve felt. 

"Wait, ten o'clock. Sam Goody's." 

"Give me that." Steve, still visibly annoyed, grabbed the binoculars from Dustin. "Shit."

Was it a false alarm again or where they onto something? 

"Duffel bag. Evil Russian." 

You hurried into a store to not reveal your hiding spot and the fact that you had overheard their private conversation. They started to move up to the next floor. 

You followed them up the stairs and saw how Steve bumped into some guy who said, "Watch it, dickwad." Steve didn't even look at the guy, just kept on following his target, until the dude that they were following turned around to see what the commotion was about.

Steve immediately stopped walking and Dustin grabbed a phone on the nearest wall to look busy. "Hello. Yes I am fine. How are you." He said with a monotone voice until he saw you coming and lit up a bit. He put the phone back and gestured for you to follow him. 

"Robin just asked me to find you-"

"I think we got a spy." Dustin explained as you followed the odd man. You stopped outside the room your suspect walked into, just to realize that he was there to hold a work-out class in jazzercise. The glass walls gave you a perfect view of the ladies' backsides as they started to move to the music. 

Silence. You took a step in front of the boys to block the view, just to see Steve's dreamy eyes and open mouth. "Yeah... a spy.. right.." 

Dustin swallowed and Steve quickly cleared his throat as their attention turned to you. "N-N,.. He actually looked suspicious-"

"Y-Yeah, he had this duffel bag and was blonde and-"

"Okay, right. That's  why you followed him." You smiled in a teasing manner before you walked past the boys. Boys are gross. At least Steve was. 

"Yeah that's why!! I swear, (Y/N)!" Steve hurried after you. 

"You guys keep on looking and I'll head back to Robin."

"Nice, Dustin. Nicely done." You heard Steve and Dustin bickering again as you hurried back to Scoops Ahoy.