That was the last straw for Steve Harrington. He’d had a crush on you since third grade when you first met. You’d clicked and become best friend instantly. But when you started dating his arch enemy, Billy Hargrove, he became jealous and wanted you to spent all your time with him. You came in on a Tuesday morning with Billy’s denim jacket over a red dress he chose and you smelt like him. Steve clocked onto this straight away and was discreet about it, “hey freckles.” He said, leaning against the locker beside yours, “what’s with the jacket and you smelling like a lad’s closet?”