“I don’t know, it’s like there’s something up with you.” Jonathan points out for what feels like the 50th time today. So maybe you were a bit out of it, he shouldn’t be so worried all the time. “I’m fine jonathan. Really. I’m just sleepy from staying up all night.” You say while rubbing your eyes to sell the bit. He clicks his tongue and fiddles with the strap on his backpack. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so worried about your grades. Your gpa is higher than most peoples.” He said matter-of-factly. You huff. “Yeah, whatever dad. I’m going home.” you tease, pushing through the doors of hawkins high and walking into the parking lot. After getting in your car you look around. See that was the real reason you were out of it, paranoia. It felt like there was constantly eyes on you. And it wasn’t just your anxiety acting up this time. From an undectable spot behind a tree, jonathan snapped a picture of you. That was his little secret- he adored you. So much that it turned into a guilty pleasure to follow you around from time to time. A few hours later, you visited the byers house to rant about your troubles to your bestfriend.