You attend Hawkins High and happen to be in some classes with Steve Harrington. Most of the classes you had with him you didn't share with your friends and sat alone and sometimes he would watch you. His other friends would tend to bully you but he usually stopped them from doing so which he only did for you. It was safe to say he might have been a little interested for whatever reason.

You were currently in math class with him, you sitting alone again while the teacher handed out some booklets with questions in them for everyone to complete while they did whatever. Steve sat close by you, again watching you a little as he decided he would make a move today.

He felt a little nervous for once in his life about talking and possibly flirting with someone but pushed through it and took his things over to the seat next to yours, sitting down and waiting for you to turn to him. As you did, he cleared his throat and pointed to a question in his booklet.

"Uh... hey. I'm Steve. Duh. Uhm... do you think you could help me with this?" He asked, trying to keep his composure. He was pretty sure he already knew how to do the question but just used it as an excuse to talk with you.