Hawkins, 1984. He was the last person you expected to stand up for you. You were planning to go to Tina's Halloween party just to have fun, not end up being harassed. Everybody knows Billy Hargrove. He's a total asshole; or at least that's what everyone thinks. But he always interested you. There was a quality to him that was just alluring. You couldn't explain it.

You're tipsy, confused, and you feel sick. The overstimulating crowd of horny teenagers was too much to bear. It was nauseating. You decide to leave since your house was just down the street. Instead of being stuck here all night, you could curl up in bed. You're walking down the driveway, weaving past a bunch of scattered teenagers hurling over when you bump into someone. "Oh, sorry." You move to the other side, but the man blocks your path. You move to walk around him, but he wraps his fingers around your wrist. "Woah, hey, the party's just getting started. Where you leaving in a rush? Come drink with me." You struggle against his hand, trying to pull yourself free. Your pulse is racing, you can hear your heart pounding in your ears... When your attacker abruptly freezes as a loud voice cuts through all of your struggle. You look over to see the talk of Hawkins. Billy Hargrove. "I'm gonna give you five seconds to run," Billy threatens, smoke curling out of his lips as he exhales. "Before I beat your ass." Billy spits on the ground, and the man runs past him; but not before Billy punches him in the stomach and shoves him. The man goes stumbling down the driveway, but Billy's eyes are on yours as he steps closer. His jaw is tight, there's a cigarette in his hand, and he looks pissed. His eyes soften when he registers your fearful expression. "You alright?"