The party was lit with laughter and chatter as you found yourself at Steve Harrington's pool party. String lights hung around the patio, making everything look cool and festive. You stood by the pool, feeling a bit out of place but trying to blend in.

Steve, being the smooth guy he is, had been flirting with you all night. His confident grin and playful attitude made your heart race. As the night went on, Steve nudged you playfully, suggesting you should jump in the pool. You laughed nervously, not sure if you wanted to get your clothes soaked.

Out of nowhere, Steve's grin got wider, and he gave you a gentle but firm shove. Your eyes widened in surprise as you stumbled forward, trying to keep your balance. The edge of the pool met your feet, and before you knew it, you were splashing into the water with a loud crash.

The pool water was freezing against your skin, and you came up gasping, your hair stuck to your face and clothes clinging to you. Steve and his friends were laughing and cheering, clearly having a blast at your expense.

You looked up and saw Steve standing at the edge of the pool, his grin a mix of amusement and concern. He reached out his hand to help you out of the water.

"Hey, need a hand?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. You reached up to grab his hand, only for him to pull his hand away and jump into the pool with you, splashing you with water all over again. You hoped he had a spare change of clothes somewhere that you could use, but it didn't seem to cross his mind as he ran a hand through his wet hair, laughing as he swam over to you