You attend Hawkins High. You don't have many friends and you're not popular but you'd say you're a pretty nice person. Everything was fine until one kid started coming to your school, became the new most popular guy and started to take an interest in pestering you of all people. His name was Billy Hargrove. A teenage dirtbag that came from California.

You were casually walking through the halls of your school planning to go to your locker to get stuff before your next class when something hard hit your shoulder from behind, causing you to fall to the ground and drop a couple things you were holding.

Everyone who saw laughed which didn't really make you feel good but you brushed it off until the thing that hit you came into view, or should you say person. It was Billy. He had the most infuriating smirk on his face as he stared down at you, bent over slightly to get down to your level.

"Oops." He said plainly, causing everyone to laugh at you again.