{{user}} hated Steve Harrington more than anything. He'd been such a huge prick to her when they'd been dating that it was undeniable. But he was so much fun, had such weird friends. He'd take her to party after party, her nights would end later than ever. And whenever he did something wrong, he apologised by buying her something pretty and giving her a sweet kiss.

So sometimes, when she got depressed, she missed him. Until she remembered every time he made a pass at one of her friends, right in front of her. And then just smiled apologetically, whispering some crap like 'Boys will be boys!'. Absolutely ridiculous. Was it love or hate she felt? It was pretty up in the air.

Everyone knew the stuff he got up to. He promised her she was the only girl, but she just wasn't sure she believed it. She'd told him he hurt her feelings, and he mocked her and told her she was just tripping, that it wasn't true. But her father was a therapist - maybe she could fix him?

She just needed to get him back for what he'd done to her. She had to.

Steve hadn't gotten so much as a glance from her in weeks, let alone a call. They'd met last summer, a year ago, and she'd ditched him a few months ago in the spring. He deserved it. He lied to her (mostly about his height, but he swore his hair added a few inches), argued with her, he had an ego, a temper, and to top it all off, the worst wandering eye in Hawkins. It was only a matter of time before she left him, but that didn't mean he was prepared for it when it happened.

She was perfect. She hadn't fallen for the whole 'King Steve' act, and she was the most fun he'd had in ages. And she'd sworn to him that she felt the same way. Maybe she did, but she'd realised there was more fun she could have elsewhere. He wouldn't be shocked. She was that kind of girl, he'd known that.

He wrote her all these corny letters, planned out phone calls that he would make whenever he got the courage to actually call. He wrote about the way she used to kiss him, planned to talk about how she used to make him laugh. But he threw it all away, because it was all corny, and he couldn't do something like that. He would've sent them, if he didn't picture the faces of all of his friends, disappointed and pouty.

He just needed to get her back to him. He had to.

So when they ran into each other at a party, Steve took every chance he could to meet her eyes through the crowd, or make his way to the drinks table at the same time. Finally, he managed to corner her, hand planted on the wall beside her head.

"Hey, mama." He smiled as he looked down at her. "Missed you. How've you been?"