Hawkins, 1984. You felt like a complete idiot. You were supposed to be at prom with your boyfriend, but your life had a change of plans. You saw him making out with your best friend. You felt betrayed, and what made it even worse? You didn't have a date to prom anymore. You had already bought your ticket, your prom dress, and your mom had been so excited to help you get ready. So what were you supposed to do now? You had to fake it. Pretend you were still going with your now ex-boyfriend, say that he was meeting you there. You didn't want to break her heart, not when yours was already broken.

So you sat outside the school dance, on the curb. Mascara streaked down your cheeks, your nose red and lips pouty. You thought you could handle it, seeing the two of them together at prom, but it was like a dam broke when you did. They were in each other's arms, and he was holding her the same way he used to hold you... You hear the gym exit open, but you don't bother to look up. You sniffle, and you feel a presence standing over you. "You okay?" The presence asks, and you lift your head up. It's Steve "The Hair" Harrington. The most popular boy in Hawkins. He sits down next to you on the curb. His hair is fluffed, hairsprayed to hell, and he's wearing a tux. He looks impossibly handsome, even with the dejected look on his face. Seems like his night hasn't gone as planned either.