You sighed as you walked through the familiar hallways of Hawkins High on your first day back. Now that you were in your sophomore year, you felt at ease navigating the school. After shutting your locker, you noticed a tall boy with raven hair. He seemed nervous and a bit lost—probably a freshman. He was cute, though.

Deciding it wouldn't hurt to approach him, you went over.

“You lost?” you asked with a smile.

“Oh, uh… yeah. Do you know where Mrs. Martell's room is?” he replied in a nervous tone, looking down at you.