☆ ⁞ rhiannon. 

                _{‶        you   dropped   your   book,        ″      deep,  baritone  seems  to  echo  off   the   hallway   walls,   capturing   the  attention   of   all   those  around  them.    life  stilled,   in   the  corridors   of  hawkins  high,    as  curious   teenagers   turned   to   watch   them   interact.    kneeling,  rhiannon  picked  up   the  tattered   notebook,   handing   it   over   to   the  youth.}    

_{they   called   him  mysterious,   here.   not   dangerous,   weird,   DEMONIC.   no,   in  hawkins  he  had  a  chance   at   h u m a n i  t y.     he   was   just   some   posh   new   york   kid   with   a   lot   of  tattoos.   it’d   taken  a  lot  of  money   to   allow   rhiannon   to   attend,   an  eighteen  year  old  who’d   been  homeschooled   his   entire  life,    &   was  just  now  entering   the  vicious   amazon  that   was  high  school.  his   appearance   gave   off   to  rebellious  a  vibe  for   the  principal’s  taste  but   …   there   wasn’t   anything  a  cool  million   couldn’t   solve.        ‶       you’re    jonathan,   right  ?      ″       a   smirk,   bright   sapphire   gaze   locked   on  his  prey.      he     was    cute.     awkward,  but   cute.   rhiannon   liked   him   already.            ‶       we    have   history   together  ….         ″   //  @byersbcy .} 

^{a  n e r v o u s  glance to his side proves that he’s not alone. in fact, it’s the new kid, whom Jonathan said he’d try to stay away from. his grades are good, he’s on the right path, he doesn’t need to be getting mixed up in things that will throw him off. of course, that’s just him judging the book by it’s cover just like every single other person in Hawkins, so could anyone really blame him ? although, it’s not only the TROUBLED-LOOKING ones Jonathan tries to avoid, lately he sticks to himself in all aspects. he sees no reason in making friends when his family will always come first.}

^{his gaze shifts down to the book that’s being held out to him and instead of meeting the eyes that he knows are on both of them, he takes it back slowly and shoves it into his locker. then he straightens his bookbag’s strap on his shoulder, turning back to the other boy. it takes him breathing in deeply to be able to meet rhiannon’s eyes, but when he does he refuses to back down.   ❛   —  Jonathan… yeah.   ❜   his voice is soft, U N S U R E, and it betrays the tough bravado he tries to keep up, but he pretends it does the opposite.   ❛   history, right — uh, what do you want ??   ❜   a simple ‘ thank you ‘ is on the tip of his tongue for the book, but he can’t seem to get the words out.}