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𝐼𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽,
Viviana Hopper thought she would have a normal junior year except the gate has been opened again and this time she works alongside the most popular boy in school, while trying to ignore the f...
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷: 𝓜𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮
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The golden rays of the late afternoon sun streamed through Steve Harrington's bedroom blinds, casting long, uneven shadows across the walls. Ana sat cross-legged on the bed, her notebook balanced on her lap and her pen twirling between her fingers. The room was surprisingly tidy for a teenage boy—books stacked neatly on a desk, a few trophies lined up on a shelf, and a faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. It was their usual spot for tutoring sessions, a weekly ritual born from Steve's urgent need to pull up his grades and Ana's knack for explaining things in ways that actually made sense.
Still, today felt different. Ana was distracted, her mind swirling with thoughts she hadn't quite sorted through yet. She had spent the better part of the last few days replaying a conversation she'd had with Joyce Byers—a conversation that had left her questioning everything.
"It's kind of wonderful, isn't it? Feeling that connection with someone? It sounds like you've got a crush, Ana."
The words had startled her then, and they still did now. A crush? On Steve? It seemed absurd. Sure, he was funny, charming, and undeniably attractive, but he was also Steve Harrington—the quintessential high school heartthrob. He was miles out of her league, and besides, he had a girlfriend. That tiny, inconvenient fact kept Ana's feet firmly planted on the ground, even as her heart seemed determined to float away whenever he was around.
"Earth to Ana," Steve's voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality.
She blinked and looked up to find him sprawled out at the edge of the bed, his history textbook open in front of him. He was leaning on his elbows, his brown eyes full of amusement as he smirked at her. The pair had broadened their study session into different subjects as Steve noticed there were some subjects he was ok at but could be better and Ana was more than happy to help
"You good?" he asked. "You've been staring at that page for like five minutes."
Ana felt her cheeks heat up. "Yeah, sorry. I was just... thinking."
"Thinking about history?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "Or something more exciting?"
"History," she replied quickly, though the lie felt obvious even to her. To deflect, she tapped his textbook with the end of her pen. "Speaking of, you were supposed to read the next chapter."
Steve groaned dramatically, flopping onto his back. "Can't we just skip to the part where you tell me everything I need to know? You're way better at this stuff."
"That's not how learning works," Ana said, smiling despite herself. "You have to put in some effort."
Steve rolled his eyes but sat up, flipping through the pages. "Fine. But if I fail this test, it's on you."
