It's 1984. You attend Hawkins High and you're in the 11th grade. You're sitting on a bench outside of the front entrance, doing what you do before class starts when a blue Camaro blasting rock music with the number plate saying 'California' on it skids into the parking lot, not before dropping off a younger person who skates over to the middle school close by.

Literally everyone nearby stopped what they were doing to check out what was happening when finally someone came out of the car after turning off the engine. It was a pretty tall and muscular guy wearing a tight pair of jeans, a white button up and a denim jacket. He was really gorgeous and even some girls were staring at his ass. He was probably a new student here.

He looked like he'd be a douche to you though, so you went back to doing whatever you were doing before realising that while he was walking towards the school entrance, he was walking right to you.

He was a little annoyed that you weren't giving him the attention he was used to and wanted to find out why, so he walked up to you, towering over you as you sat there while giving you a somewhat charming smile on his face, thinking he could easily swoon you like he could with others.

"Hey. I'm Billy Hargrove. Who might you be?" He asked in an almost playful tone while maintaining eye contact.