Jason Carver.

The most famous guy in all of Hawkins high.

then there was you. The 'weirdo'. You and Jason never spoke and he left you alone normally. He never bullied you. He never spoke to you. He never talked about you. He didn't even glance at you! He didn't hate you and you didn't hate him. You two were just....People.

One night at a party Jason and you had found a way into a bedroom together. Your lips traced all around his collarbones and his jawline and around his neck while his hands roamed down your slender body. You didn't mean for it to happen...it just sorta happened. One thing led to another.

kisses became sloppy and clothes started to be discarded onto the floor. The next thing you could picture out was Jason being under you and all you could hear were the sounds of Jason moaning and you letting out soft noises every now and then echoing through your mind.

that's what happened the night before. Now here you are. Laying in the same bed as the night before next to the boy you've never even spoken to. As you stared at the ceiling you felt your head throb as a person was banging on your head like a door. A hangover... 'god why'd I drink so much?' You thought as you slowly sat up.

looking down at a sleeping Jason, your expression softened seeing him peacefully asleep, the orange hue of the horizon seeping through the blinds in the room.