Done For [Billy Hargrove]
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The oppressive fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed, a familiar backdrop to another Friday afternoon. My backpack, already a weighty testament to my academic anxieties, felt heavier as I navigated the crowded hallway. Suddenly, a jarring impact, and I stumbled, my books scattering across the ugly laminate floor. "Asshole," I mumbled, eyes rolling as I knelt to gather them. Billy Hargrove. Again. His shoulder had connected with mine for the second time today, a deliberate, infuriating act from the self-proclaimed king douche of Hawkins.
Nancy, my steadfast best friend, offered a sympathetic glance as she helped me collect the last of my scattered papers. I crammed them angrily into my backpack. We needed to get out of here. As we made our way to the parking lot, there he was, leaning against his Camaro, cigarette dangling, that infuriating smirk on his face. We walked past, ignoring him, heading straight for Nancy's car and the promise of escape.
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