Like hell Steve was going to back down from this fight. Yes, he might have fallen down, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to call it quits. He was much more worth than that, if anything. As the other boy had hit him, he had raised his arm up to guard his face, soon clutching and grabbing at the other’s shirt to bring him down, hearing his words. ❝ You fight like a girl, Johnny Boy, ❞ He lets out, a breath leaving his lips as he begins to hit the other once again.
The back of his head collided with solid concrete, a jarring pain shooting up to the temple. But it wasn’t going to stop him, Jonathan immediately pushing back against the boy on top of him, rolling over in the gravel so they had switched places. He was done with retorts, names. At this point, it was about silencing the other. Johnny Boy. The familiar taunting identifier his dad had used plenty of times was enough to set off full steam from the Byers boy. Jonathan pummeled one fist, then two, into the other boy’s face. A third caught Steve on the ear. But Jonathan wasn’t near done.
Steve was nowhere done with Jonathan, however, he was going to fight his last or until Jonathan gave up, but seeing how the other didn’t, that just gave him motivation to hit him some more. As his body was pushed back by the other male, he had felt the weight of Jonathan atop of him, his hands gripping at his clothes as the other pummeled him and even then, he wasn’t going to stop. As fists hit his face, Steve had used his other arm as a guard, avoiding to get hit and then the best idea had come up – he was going to assert his own territory and shove the other off of him before even moving towards the other, his fist almost white due to his clenching, hitting and hitting, not having a single regret.
It was like Jonathan was tempting him to start a fight, he was aiming for one and god, fighting sounded like a great idea. ❝ It’s like you’re begging for one, Byers. ❞ He stands his ground, his hands soon balling into a fist before striking. He wasn’t really looking for a fight but, he wasn’t going to back down from one.
“Go ahead,” Jonathan shrugged it off. He honestly wouldn’t mind giving Steve a few more punches to the face. And even if he got one or two back himself, it wasn’t that big of a deal. All his pent up aggression and emotions over the last few months were itching to get out.
Now — Steve was a fair person and what people asked for, he was more than willing to give to them. ❝ I know what’s gonna happen, Byers. I’m gonna kick the shit out of you and you’re gonna run home to Mommy so she can tell Chief Hopper that you got into another fight. ❞ Swinging his hand towards the other’s face, Steve was more than sure that he had punched his cheek, somewhere near the bone, but he wasn’t too sure, there was anger inside of him.
“If anything, Harrington, you’ll be calling your dad and complaining that some kid beat the shit out of you. Again.” Jonathan moved to duck. And while his reflexes were quick, it wasn’t enough, his snarky response spending more time than he’d expected. Steve managed to clip his cheek, enough to probably start a bruise, the knuckle cracking on the bone under his eye. But it wasn’t to heavy of a hit, and Jonathan was swinging right back, a buried fist curling towards the other’s ear.
❝ Oh, please, Byers. You can bite me. ❞ He spat back, using his fists as a shield to prevent getting hit, though, he swung again, knowing that there was going to be something happening, maybe a court order, but as soon as Jonathan hit him, he could feel his ear throb, soon swinging again, trying to hit somewhere that wasn’t his face.
He felt the impact against the side of Steve’s head, relishing at the collision. Jonathan blocked the next fist with his shoulder as one forearm raised with his face tucked behind it. “Bite this!” he retorted. The other arm was swinging again, now for Steve’s chin. And then a second blow with the other hand, crossing to the other’s boy’s nose - surely still not fully healed from the last time.
Like hell Steve was going to back down from this fight. Yes, he might have fallen down, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to call it quits. He was much more worth than that, if anything. As the other boy had hit him, he had raised his arm up to guard his face, soon clutching and grabbing at the other’s shirt to bring him down, hearing his words. ❝ You fight like a girl, Johnny Boy, ❞ He lets out, a breath leaving his lips as he begins to hit the other once again.
It was like Jonathan was tempting him to start a fight, he was aiming for one and god, fighting sounded like a great idea. ❝ It’s like you’re begging for one, Byers. ❞ He stands his ground, his hands soon balling into a fist before striking. He wasn’t really looking for a fight but, he wasn’t going to back down from one.
“Go ahead,” Jonathan shrugged it off. He honestly wouldn’t mind giving Steve a few more punches to the face. And even if he got one or two back himself, it wasn’t that big of a deal. All his pent up aggression and emotions over the last few months were itching to get out.
Now — Steve was a fair person and what people asked for, he was more than willing to give to them. ❝ I know what’s gonna happen, Byers. I’m gonna kick the shit out of you and you’re gonna run home to Mommy so she can tell Chief Hopper that you got into another fight. ❞ Swinging his hand towards the other’s face, Steve was more than sure that he had punched his cheek, somewhere near the bone, but he wasn’t too sure, there was anger inside of him.
“If anything, Harrington, you’ll be calling your dad and complaining that some kid beat the shit out of you. Again.” Jonathan moved to duck. And while his reflexes were quick, it wasn’t enough, his snarky response spending more time than he’d expected. Steve managed to clip his cheek, enough to probably start a bruise, the knuckle cracking on the bone under his eye. But it wasn’t to heavy of a hit, and Jonathan was swinging right back, a buried fist curling towards the other’s ear.
❝ Oh, please, Byers. You can bite me. ❞ He spat back, using his fists as a shield to prevent getting hit, though, he swung again, knowing that there was going to be something happening, maybe a court order, but as soon as Jonathan hit him, he could feel his ear throb, soon swinging again, trying to hit somewhere that wasn’t his face.
❝ Yeah, because that’s attractive, ❞ He scoffs as he looked over at Jonathan, thinking that there was something more to him that just photography and the sudden need to take care of people, but he wasn’t so sure because all he had heard were rumors. ❝ Then do it, Byers. Quit yapping that mouth. ❞ He kept his eyes on the other before switching to the board and then Jonathan, board, Jonathan and back to the board
He let the jokes about him drop - before they got too off center. A casual shrug and Jonathan was pulling the lid off. The pieces inside were simple and few. The board, old at the edges. And the piece were actual supposed to use to ‘communicate’ with the spirits, with its arrowed top and magnifier center. “Right. Hope you’ve got something interesting to say to the ghosts.”
Watching the other as he placed everything where it was supposed to be, Steve had his hands stretched out on the table, almost ready to say something - or joke around with the other. ❝ Yeah, I do, actually. I wonder if the ghosts will tell me why you’re such a loser. ❞ There was some sort of joke mixed in with it, but he hoped that Jonathan wouldn’t take it to heart.
It was like Jonathan was tempting him to start a fight, he was aiming for one and god, fighting sounded like a great idea. ❝ It’s like you’re begging for one, Byers. ❞ He stands his ground, his hands soon balling into a fist before striking. He wasn’t really looking for a fight but, he wasn’t going to back down from one.
“Go ahead,” Jonathan shrugged it off. He honestly wouldn’t mind giving Steve a few more punches to the face. And even if he got one or two back himself, it wasn’t that big of a deal. All his pent up aggression and emotions over the last few months were itching to get out.
Now — Steve was a fair person and what people asked for, he was more than willing to give to them. ❝ I know what’s gonna happen, Byers. I’m gonna kick the shit out of you and you’re gonna run home to Mommy so she can tell Chief Hopper that you got into another fight. ❞ Swinging his hand towards the other’s face, Steve was more than sure that he had punched his cheek, somewhere near the bone, but he wasn’t too sure, there was anger inside of him.
Steve glances over at Jonathan, rolling his eyes as he keeps his composure, humming a bit. ❝ No one asked, but you’re getting it anyways, dipwad. ❞ He scoffed a bit as his eyes rolled, a small sigh. Though, he wasn’t so sure if the Byers boy was being sarcastic or not, but his reply was going to be mean. Steve wasn’t like that, but when it came to Jonathan and other people, he was going to sort of lash out like a protective person. ❝ I’m just saying, what’s so important about playing this game? It’s not like ghosts are real. ❞
His response had been half sarcastic and half serious. When it came to Steve and opinions, the elder boy seemed ready to speak his mind regardless of what he’d actually be saying. It was just a stupid game, yeah. And Jonathan shrugged the opinion off easily. But he also wasn’t going to drop the subject, either. “Why? Are you scared, Harrington?” Jonathan teased, with a raised brow and a cheeky smile. It wasn’t like he really believed in ghosts either.
If anything, Steve wasn’t scared of anything. Although, he was scared of being alone but that was a him problem and it was something he was going to fix, hopefully. A look at Jonathan as he chuckled, shaking his head before replying. ❝ Scared? No, not scared. I’m just saying, if there’s a ghost in these hallways, you’re taking it home, Byers. ❞ He puts his hands up in a sort of defense, but it’s nothing like that.
"I’ll bring it home and add it to my collection,” he joked, with a mischievous look to the eye. “If you’re not scared, then, let’s do it,” If anything, Jonathan would just work Steve up, get him on edge, then scare him a little wile they experimented with the game board.
❝ Put it in your skeleton closet, I know you have one. I bet it’s filled with animal bones and stuff like that, ❞ He retorted, a sudden nod of his head as he challenged the other, humming softly. ❝ This shit – doesn’t scare me, Jonathan. Hope you know that. ❞
“Yep, I’ll put it right next to the fox skull i found last week,” a nod and shrug as they continued the joked banter. Jonathan knew Steve didn’t really think that was true. Though he wouldn’t run it past Tommy H. or some of the other students to assume it along with all the other Byers rumours running about. “Fine. Then you won’t mind if I just… set it up.” he returned, pulling the box closer with its worn cover and edges.
❝ Yeah, because that’s attractive, ❞ He scoffs as he looked over at Jonathan, thinking that there was something more to him that just photography and the sudden need to take care of people, but he wasn’t so sure because all he had heard were rumors. ❝ Then do it, Byers. Quit yapping that mouth. ❞ He kept his eyes on the other before switching to the board and then Jonathan, board, Jonathan and back to the board.
❝ Your holier than thou attitude is pissing me off, you know that right? ❞ Technically speaking, he’s not mad at Jonathan, but he’s more mad about another thing. However, he doesn’t want to discuss it with the likes of Jonathan ( seeing how he’s still kind of iffy on him ) but he’s getting there, to the tip of friendliness. ❝ Maybe if you didn’t stick your nose in things, we’d be fine. ❞
“Now you know what it’s like, then,” Jonathan replied simply, evenly, matching the other’s tone while having a natural uncaring demeanor to Steve’s words. A taste of his own medicine, if you will, after everything. The eldest Byers is still a bit wary around the Harrington boy. If only because of long years prior to add to their toxic acquaintance.
❝ I’m sorry, but between you and I, I have better standards than you do, Jonathan. ❞ He refused to be talked down in such a way, however, he was King Steve, the one that no one wanted to wrong, the one that was so delicate because of his parents - but this? It was between him and Jonathan and he wasn’t going to let that slide. ❝ If I weren’t so tired, I’d kick your ass. ❞
A shake of the head, rolled eyes. Honestly, it was all bullshit; most of Steve’s words. He gave a chuckle, halfhearted, but still there. “I’d like to see you try, Steve.” It wasn’t to talk himself up, it was an honest statement. The guy was still recovering from their last fight. And seeing how that had gone down, Jonathan really didn’t believe Steve capable - tired or not.
It was like Jonathan was tempting him to start a fight, he was aiming for one and god, fighting sounded like a great idea. ❝ It’s like you’re begging for one, Byers. ❞ He stands his ground, his hands soon balling into a fist before striking. He wasn’t really looking for a fight but, he wasn’t going to back down from one.
Steve glances over at Jonathan, rolling his eyes as he keeps his composure, humming a bit. ❝ No one asked, but you’re getting it anyways, dipwad. ❞ He scoffed a bit as his eyes rolled, a small sigh. Though, he wasn’t so sure if the Byers boy was being sarcastic or not, but his reply was going to be mean. Steve wasn’t like that, but when it came to Jonathan and other people, he was going to sort of lash out like a protective person. ❝ I’m just saying, what’s so important about playing this game? It’s not like ghosts are real. ❞
His response had been half sarcastic and half serious. When it came to Steve and opinions, the elder boy seemed ready to speak his mind regardless of what he’d actually be saying. It was just a stupid game, yeah. And Jonathan shrugged the opinion off easily. But he also wasn’t going to drop the subject, either. “Why? Are you scared, Harrington?” Jonathan teased, with a raised brow and a cheeky smile. It wasn’t like he really believed in ghosts either.
If anything, Steve wasn’t scared of anything. Although, he was scared of being alone but that was a him problem and it was something he was going to fix, hopefully. A look at Jonathan as he chuckled, shaking his head before replying. ❝ Scared? No, not scared. I’m just saying, if there’s a ghost in these hallways, you’re taking it home, Byers. ❞ He puts his hands up in a sort of defense, but it’s nothing like that.
"I’ll bring it home and add it to my collection,” he joked, with a mischievous look to the eye. “If you’re not scared, then, let’s do it,” If anything, Jonathan would just work Steve up, get him on edge, then scare him a little wile they experimented with the game board.
❝ Put it in your skeleton closet, I know you have one. I bet it’s filled with animal bones and stuff like that, ❞ He retorted, a sudden nod of his head as he challenged the other, humming softly. ❝ This shit – doesn’t scare me, Jonathan. Hope you know that. ❞
❝ Your holier than thou attitude is pissing me off, you know that right? ❞ Technically speaking, he’s not mad at Jonathan, but he’s more mad about another thing. However, he doesn’t want to discuss it with the likes of Jonathan ( seeing how he’s still kind of iffy on him ) but he’s getting there, to the tip of friendliness. ❝ Maybe if you didn’t stick your nose in things, we’d be fine. ❞
“Now you know what it’s like, then,” Jonathan replied simply, evenly, matching the other’s tone while having a natural uncaring demeanor to Steve’s words. A taste of his own medicine, if you will, after everything. The eldest Byers is still a bit wary around the Harrington boy. If only because of long years prior to add to their toxic acquaintance.
❝ I’m sorry, but between you and I, I have better standards than you do, Jonathan. ❞ He refused to be talked down in such a way, however, he was King Steve, the one that no one wanted to wrong, the one that was so delicate because of his parents - but this? It was between him and Jonathan and he wasn’t going to let that slide. ❝ If I weren’t so tired, I’d kick your ass. ❞
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