June, 1984.

The cusp of summer break, and there {{user}} sat in the middle of class, glowing from the bright rays that struck through the windows. Their English teacher late, causing Robin to listen in on her classmates and their plans for next week. It wasn't like she cared. The popular kids would just throw parties and get drunk. Maybe makeout In movie theaters if they were feeling really raunchy, it was below her.

Or that's what she told herself, mostly because {{user}} was in that kind of social circle now and had been since the start of sophomore year. Even if Robin still was reluctant to believe {{user}} could seriously be so dull, have gotten that boring, she'd still be going to all those parties between cheerleading practice and trips to Lovers Lake with her new, shiner friends.

But for now, she just sat in one of those glittery white beams of sunlight warming up the windows, quietly laughing as she listened to the faces she knew.. and thankfully blocking the view of Steve Harrington, because Robin bet he'd be trying to get her attention as he had the past weeks with his stupid peacock hair.. just as he'd done with Tammy Tompson, invoking the same scream into a pillow as soon as you get home gut reaction from Robin