Our Year Eddie Munson x Black fem reader (pt. 5)
Eddie’s POV
Fucking perfect.
Was all he could think as he watched the jocks swagger into the gym like they were the fucking mage kings of the court or something.
Eddie grimaced, but tried to ignore the douchebags making eyes at whoever they were screwing on the squad currently. He was only concerned with you.
He turned back to see a few of your squad mates giving him dirty looks and the way they were eyeing you wasn’t much better.
Ever the pro, you kept a smile in place as you called out the cheers. He tried to focus on you and smiled. You looked great out there. Your brown skin had barely broken a sweat and your movements weren’t nearly as stiff as the other girls.
Man, just looking at you made everyone else fade away for Eddie. He leaned his elbows back on the bleachers behind him as a goofy grin lit up his face. Eddie Munson was whipped and he didn’t care who knew it.
Matter of fact, he was so caught up in you that he didn’t see the hoop heads looking his way.
“Alright, ladies, that’s it for today. Great job! We’re already looking strong! Let’s keep up the good work next practice. Get home safe everyone.”
With a clap of her hands, the girls and a sprinkle of guys on the team dispersed toward their waiting bags or their boyfriends. A few of them headed for the locker room. Y/n headed straight for Eddie who straightened up who wrapped her in a big hug.
“Great job out there, babe.”
“Thanks, Eddie bear,” you giggled as he kissed your forehead. “Where are the kids?” You asked referring to Mike and Dustin.
“I told them to wait in the car. C’mon we gotta get the kiddos home before their curfews or—“
“Hey, Munson, I knew you were a freak, but I didn’t take you for a creep too.” Andy Manning jeered, he was one of Jason’s loyal minions and was always the second most confrontational of their crew besides Jason.
The trio approached Eddie and y/n followed by the very smug looking core four.
“I could care less about anybody on this squad other than y/n.” Eddie shot back, squeezing his girlfriend tighter against his side. “Let’s get outta here babe.”
The pair tried to side step the gaggle of basketball players and cheerleaders only for Chance to block their path.
“Not so fast, freak, Liz told us you two trashed her car this weekend. Is that true?”
“Oh, did your car get trashed too, Liz?” Y/n asked innocently. “We got soda bombed at the movies this weekend. Seems some asshole is just going around ruining people’s nights. You better watch out.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Chance snapped.
“You heard my girl, ball for brains, somebody trashed our car too that night.” Eddie shot back. “You got the wrong suspects so move.”
He tugged y/n’s arm once more leading her away from the group of jocks and bitchy cheerleaders.
“Y/n when you’re ready to drop the zero, I’ll be here!” One of the guys jeered.
It was enough to stop Eddie in his tracks.
“Eddie, don’t.” His girlfriend tugged his arm. “Please. Fuck them.”
But it was too late and Eddie was already headed back in the laughing jocks direction.
“I know you’ve taken a few hits to the head since being on the team, dick cheese, but if you need a reminder of what happened to your leader,” Eddie nodded toward Jason, “I can jog your memory.”
Jason’s face burned bright red at the reminder of his three time ass kicking.
“Wha’d you say, rat hair?” Chance asked, his chest sticking out as he glared back at Eddie.
“You heard me.” Eddie shot back. “All of you did. I can use any of you dimwits as a reminder.”
Chance advanced on him and Eddie stepped closer while the rest of the squad and team looked on. Eddie’s heart was beating wildly to as the air became charged with adrenaline. Contrary to popular belief, Eddie didn’t go looking for trouble nor did he usually start it. He hated conflict ever since he was a child, and knew when to run vs when to fight. But he wasn’t a punching bag either. He’d gotten enough of that as a kid. It was no secret that he was the tough guy of Hellfire club, but douchebags still liked to try him on occasion.
“Eddie, don’t!” Y/n grabbed his arm.
“Yeah, listen to your girl, Munson.” Chance spat, green eyes narrowing.
“Dude, shut up!” Jason reprimanded.
“Might wanna listen to your leader, asshole.” Eddie smirked. “At least one of you still has your memory.”
Jason’s expression grew from wary to mortified. His face drained of color as if he thought Eddie might blow his tough guy image right then and there about kicking his ass years ago. Luckily Eddie just gave him his usual shit eating smirk.
“C’mon, Eddie,” Y/n whispered pulling her boyfriend away, “let’s go.”
“This isn’t over, Munson!” Chance called behind him.
Eddie held up his middle finger as his girlfriend led him out of the gym.
Could he have handled that better? Maybe, but he was tired of people making his social status y/n’s problem. Even more tired of guys outright disrespecting his relationship with her.
I just wanna date my girl in peace. Is that so much to ask!
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize y/n was talking.
“Eddie?”
He stopped in his tracks as he noticed you had stopped too.
“Are you ok? I know those lames pissed you off.”
“Yeah…” Eddie sighed, running a ringed hand through his messy curls. His cheeks puffed as he blew out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t mean to make problems for you, y/n.”
“You didn’t.” She insisted. “We knew this was a possibility.”
“Still, I should probably stay away from your practices.”
“No you shouldn’t! Other girl’s boyfriends pick them up from practice it shouldn’t be any different for us.”
“Y/n, I am on my last leg for graduation. One wrong move could ruin that for me and if your Coach finds out that your boyfriend is fighting basketball team members I could get you kicked from the squad.” A sad smile tugged the corners of his lips. “Hate to break it to you beautiful, but I’m kind of a common denominator here.”
“I’d rather be off the squad, than hide you.”
Eddie’s heart skipped as he stared down at his girlfriend’s warm dark eyes and sincere expression. She was always in his corner 100%. He just wished he could make it mean something. Lately it always felt like being with him meant y/n had to sacrifice something and he hated that.
Before he could find the words to express that, his girlfriend was on her tip toes kissing him and turning his brain into mush.
With a surprised hum, Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back.
With every undulation of her tongue in his mouth and every second in her arms his insecurities melted away.
Dammit. I love this chick. I love you, y/n. I can’t let this go…
For a long time there was nothing but white noise and y/n in his brain until:
“See, I told you he was probably hooking up.” A familiar smart alecy voice quipped.
“That still doesn’t mean I owe you five dollars.”
The couple turned to see Dustin and Mike standing at the end of the hall.
“Hey,” Eddie barked, his face heating up in embarrassment and his beat up leather jacket not helping the matter. “I thought I told you little munchkins to wait in the van!”
“Dude, you were taking five ever to come out!” Dustin shot back. He and Mike were wearing AV club shirts and matching windbreakers.
“Yeah, Eddie, not to rush you, but we do kinda have curfews.” Mike added.
“Ughh, fine Eddie rolled his eyes as y/n giggled. “C’mon ya little shits. Let’s get you two home before your mommies call the cops or whatever.”
“Thank you.” Dustin shot back.
The older teens fell into step with the underclassmen as Dustin continued to talk.
“Hey, Eddie, tell Mike a deal’s a deal.”
“I didn’t make a deal with you, dude, you assumed we were betting and I just didn’t say anything.”
“Failure to deny a bet is an automatic loss, dude.” Eddie chuckled as he slung an arm around his girlfriend.
“What?! Since when? You guys are just dicking with me.”
“You either take the bet or deny it, Mike. That’s just how it is.” Y/n got in on the fun.
“I am not giving Dustin another five bucks!”
As they joked on their way to the car, Eddie finally felt himself relax for the first time since the run-in. He held the van door open grinning from ear to ear as y/n climbed in still joking with the kids and her brown skin glistening from the slight sheen of sweat. She was perfect, she was his, and no hoop head or cheerleader status was going to change that.
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