Steve Harrington

You could hear the sound of Steve's almost painful breathing on the other side of the wall, in the separate cubicle, you couldn't deny that you didn't even understand what was happening around you, you just had your stomach upset and a little blood falling from your nostrils, and a bruise on your cheekbone, at least you weren't as bruised as Steve, who had a swollen, purple and red eye, and a cut just below his lip.

Your head fell to the wall and your shoes were against the red wall of the cubicle, with your hands clasped in your lap, a small laugh still playing on your lips from a joke you had made between you a couple of minutes ago.

"Have you been in love?"

—You asked Steve, that simple question, formed an entire conversation, confessing that he was in love with Nancy Wheeler, you remembered her a little, you went to classes with her. But he suddenly simply stopped talking, and they fell silent again.

"...And you?" He asked.