Steve was changing in the changing rooms, getting out of his gym clothes. He goes to his locker, grabbing a clean shirt. Before he could pull it on, he hears a click and his head immediately snaps to the area to reveal you. Jonathon Byers. He did not many people, especially you.

“Jonathon Byers.” He analysed. “I knew you were a perv, but really?”

Suddenly you felt your camera leave your hands as the uncoloured polaroid photos fell to the ground. Steve hung it lazily from a finger; an obvious threat to drop it. He had done so before, you’re surprised your photos were yet to be demolished.

“First at the party, now in a locker room. Really?” He was so laid back despite the anger that made the air in the empty room thick.