Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, hated Billy Hargrove more than...well...more than anything pretty much.

He hated Billy's stupid fucking mullet; his pure arrogance and general attitude; and the way he always stared Steve down...

Like now. The two, like always, were the last ones in the locker rooms. Steve was washing his hair when he felt the water temp suddenly change. He gritted his teeth feeling Billy's eyes pour into his back. "Haregrove, stop starin." Steve snapped quickly.