Head Over Heels - Steddie

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Every time he looked at Eddie, he could just see him and Chrissy laughing in the rain, like he was jealous over something, or getting flashbacks from something traumatizing. It really couldn't get it out of his head.

Eddie looked at Steve with empty eyes, a single curly loop of hair hanging in his face, and then he turned to face the front of the classroom again. He didn't say a word, caused Steve to sigh and look down on the desk. Steve believed he embarrassed him, confronting him about the rumors and nicknames they both were surrounded by.

Steve glanced at him again, pulled his left hand under the table and started searching for Eddie's thigh with his pinky. He could feel him give off a small surprised shake when Steve stroke his finger against the outline of Eddie's blue jeans.

"What, Harrington?" He moved around in his seat looking for a comfortable spot, and so did Steve. He didn't mind touching Eddie like that, mostly because he didn't find it a big deal, but seeing Eddie feel weird about it made Steve feel a sudden need to also feel that way.

"I saw you and Chrissy yesterday." He muttered out. He was trying his best not to make it clear for Eddie to see or hear that he had been thinking about it a lot, cause that was a whole other thing that he didn't want Eddie to know. He didn't want him to know that he had been laying till late night last night thinking about the possibilities that him and Chrissy might mess around with each other.

And with mess around he meant eating ice cream, cuddle underneath a duvet, laugh in the rain, make love in the middle of the dark night, and ugly sing to music together. He didn't want him to know that he had fantasized about him and Chrissy doing things that felt wrong on the inside of his chest.

"Oh, don't worry, babe." Eddie leaned over towards him again and this time with a smirk playing on his lips, and Steve could feel how his pulse raised a little by every centimeter Eddie came closer. "Me and Chrissy are doing business together." He then continued. Steve felt how sweat started to develop on his forehead and in his palms.

A part of him wanted to lean in the last part between them so he could smell him, and see what he smelled like, but the other part of hum wanted to give him a weird face and call him a freak.

"Business? Like.. what kind of business?" Steve swallowed hard.

"I don't buy sex from her, Stevie. I sell her drugs." Eddie explained with a dry face, probably disappointed that Steve didn't understand what he had been talking about from the beginning. Which Steve, now, realize that he should have understood. There was no way that Chrissy Cunningham was selling sex, but the chance of Eddie selling drugs was... kind of big. Very big. He sat down normally again, and looked at Mr. Wilson who was busy explaining something in the background.

"Oh."

Neither of them were clearly paying any attention to what was going on in the class, and Steve didn't mind it at all at the moment. Robin would complain later when they would do their homework together, and then she would go to Nancy and do it with her instead. It used to happen.

"Y-you smoke it.. together? You and Cunningham?" Steve whispered under his breath.

"Oh hell nah. She gives me money, I give her the goodies. Nothing more." Eddie didn't look away from the chalkboard as he spoke, and it made Steve a little relived. "Why so curious, Harrington? Are you interested in fucking her and then leave her a week later?" Eddie turned to look at him. Steve felt taken aback.

"I wouldn't do such a thing."

"That's how you treat the other girls." Eddie's voice sounded soft and harsh at the same time, and even though it was hard to hear if he was being serious or not, his words still hurt. They hurt the kind of way like when a bee sting you, or the pain you would imagine how an arrow would feel if you got hit. Sudden, but really painful.

"No. Just wanted to know."

Steve decided to stop talking there and look at the front instead. But of course, his head was still progressing what he had just found out, and at Eddie's harsh words.

Chrissy was using drugs. And she bought them from none other than Eddie The Freak Munson?

And did he really dislike Steve because of his love life history? Or more specifically the way he treated his ex's. He couldn't help but to dump girls if he felt like it didn't feel right, and that made him a good guy. Right? Other people would obviously not see it that way, though. You don't fuck a girl and leave her because you realize it doesn't feel right.

He couldn't help but to glance over at Eddie one last time. His eyes wandered all over his face, his brown eyes, long lashes, almost not visible freckles and the shape of his nose.

It felt so strange sitting there watching him, cause at that moment Steve finally realized that Eddie had started to take a part of his life that he had never expected him to be a part of. He woke up and thought about him, knowing that they had spoken before and would probably speak again. That was something he never would have thought would happen. But it did, and he was struggling to figure out if he liked it or not.

Eddie was weird, really weird. And Eddie disliked him probably just as much as Steve found him somehow interesting and curious. He already knew that he somewhat wanted to get to know him, but even that did he find hard to accept.

Steve Harrington, the hair, the fuckboy, the womanizer. Getting to know someone like Eddie Munson.

It sounded weird, scary, funny and absolutely mad. But Steve was more than willing to give it a try.