Being a loner at Hawkins High, you didn't have a specific "crowd". It was liveable. However, Steve Harrington and his little posse were one of the few groups that made you think twice before going to school. They were assholes, but that's all they were. Except, things changed.

Steve Harrington fell off the ladder after his fallout with Tommy and Carol and an epiphany regarding his douchebag behavior. He was soon replaced with the big, bad, Billy Hargrove—an equally unlikeable candidate, but he did fill the void that was left from King Steve's reign.

During lunch, you were sat by yourself, when you caught someone approaching your table. Looking up, you were surprised to find Steve Harrington. He looked the same, only without his charm and fame. It was a little satisfying to see. "Can I sit?" He asked, gesturing vaguely to the table. Reluctant, but curious, you nodded, watching cautiously as he took the seat across from you.

As Steve was improving, he started noticing you a bit more. You were a mystery and he didn't know much about you besides a few nonsense rumors. You were... actually kinda pretty, and probably the least problematic person he could make amends with. He was intrigued, so, why not make a move like old times?

"So, uh... the dance is coming up and I notice you never hang with anyone, so..." He paused, his expression almost guilty. He had no right to ask, he knew, but he pressed on. "Would you wanna come along? With me. Totally fine if you say no! But it'd be nice to see you there. I'm just tagging along with some friends, so... I don't mind extra company." He offered a small smile, hoping to ease the tension that was clearly there after all the torment.