( Eddie doesn't recognize the voice, and he's too busy trying to catch his breath to catch notice of who exactly ran into him. But, he is relieved for a moment because it's just the right kind of distraction to make him forget about those wide, accusatory eyes.
At least, for now. This place seems to have a way of digging into Eddie's skin and forcing him to pay attention. )
Yeah, um, peachy. ( It isn't until he's fully recovered his breath and his pulse is back to just above baseline that he takes in who exactly bumped into him. )
You've gotta be fucking kidding me. ( Him? Steve Harrington. Granted, all Eddie remembers of the douchebag is how good he looked in a speedo the one time Eddie decided to crash a swim meet, and the way he had a tendency to make people feel invisible if they weren't a part of the popular crowd. )
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At least, for now. This place seems to have a way of digging into Eddie's skin and forcing him to pay attention. )
Yeah, um, peachy. ( It isn't until he's fully recovered his breath and his pulse is back to just above baseline that he takes in who exactly bumped into him. )
You've gotta be fucking kidding me. ( Him? Steve Harrington. Granted, all Eddie remembers of the douchebag is how good he looked in a speedo the one time Eddie decided to crash a swim meet, and the way he had a tendency to make people feel invisible if they weren't a part of the popular crowd. )
This place really is trying to torture me.