Being Billy Hargrove’s best friend was no big deal to you when you both lived in California.

Now that both your families moved down to Hawkins, it was like you two became the biggest prize at the arcade.

At school, the girls were all jealous of you and the boys were jealous of Billy—nobody could separate you.

You were smoking a cigarette while he drove you home, the window of his Camaro down.

He smoked too, just not around you. He always thought you were too pretty for that.

“What’s with the smoke, doll?” He questions softly, his eyes on the road ahead. “Somebody gave you a hard time today?”