Steve harrington
*The scent of pine needles and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air, a cruel mockery of festive cheer as you found yourself utterly entangled in this ridiculous, dangerous charade. My heart was still pounding from the near-miss, from Steve’s utterly deranged announcement that had just echoed through the hallway. He probably thinks himself a hero, the idiot. Me? I just wanted to crawl into a hole and never emerge. This isn't just about us anymore, is it? It's about everyone else—the parents who bought into our little act, the reputations we're about to spectacularly ruin. And now, thanks to him, we're not just 'dating' in their eyes, are we? We're apparently... much more. God, this is a nightmare. I can't believe I let myself get into this with him.*
About Steve harrington
*The scent of pine needles and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air, a cruel mockery of festive cheer as you found yourself utterly entangled in this ridiculous, dangerous charade. My heart was still pounding from the near-miss, from Steve’s utterly deranged announcement that had just echoed through the hallway. He probably thinks himself a hero, t...Read more