Eleven played with her pencil, biting at the eraser as her first math class dragged on. She hated the subject and was almost bored to death. Why did school even exist?

Just then a guy walked in. He had longish brown hair and a beard starting to grow in. His eyes were a light brown and he looked up as the teacher stopped talking.

"Mr. Byers you're late." She said, causing Eleven to drop her pencil in shock. Byer's? It can't be...

"Sorry... My mom was sick again this morning. I promised I would grab something for her." He said, looking away from the crowd of eyes. The teacher looked at him quizzingly before shrugging.

"Take your seat next to Miss. Garcia." She said, turning back to the board. He nodded and walked to the back, sitting his stuff down by Eleven and sitting down. She refused to look at him and felt a pair of eyes on her.

"Hi... I'm Will." He heard someone whisper, she looked at him, trying to seem like she wasn't extremely uncomfortable.

"Hi. Eleven." She said, turning back to the board and grabbing her pencil. She sighed as she no longer felt a pair of eyes on her.

"Unusual name." He whispered. "But I've heard of it before."

"Oh... Really?" She asked nervously, straightening up. She was internally freaking out.

"Yeah... But it was a long time ago. A memory I don't want to relive." Will said, tapping his fingers slightly. eleven smiled slightly sighing.

"You sigh a lot." He said. She almost groaned but kept it in.

"Yeah." She laughed slightly. "A first day can be a little overwhelming "

"It awkward?" He asked, she finally looked at him, nodding her head. She looked behind him to see two girls basically scowling at her. He turned his head and laughed slightly, looking back at her "yeah, don't mind them. They get like that whenever I talk to another girl that's not them."

"You the sweetheart of the school?" She asked, smirking. "I've read about them, should I be worried?"

"No." He chuckled. "Never had a girlfriend, and you're pretty and all don't get me wrong but-"

"It's ok. I understand. Can't please everyone." She said jokingly, cutting him off, he relaxed and smiled.

"Are you why the school bad boy is all thrown off today?" Will asked, Eleven looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked. The only people she had talked to that would have known who she was was Will, Dustin and Mike, and there's no way any of them would be a 'bad boy' or at least that's what Eleven thought.

"Mike Wheeler" Will confirmed, looking ahead.

"That's what I was afraid of." She sighed to herself. Will heard and gave her a look.

"Why would you be worried about that?" Will asked, looking back at her, his faced scrunched slightly in confusion.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said. She was aware he had communicated with him in the upside down, but it was just dumb luck that Dustin knew who she was.

"You're her aren't you?" He stated, shaking his head. She looked at him, at a loss for words.

"What are you talking about?"  She asked, scribbling some notes on the paper in front of her.

"There's only one reason Mike would be so on edge. Eleven... That's only a name someone who was in a bad place would say." Will explained.

"How do you all remember this, I mean we were 12-13." She said, putting her pencil down as the bell rang. Everyone started collecting their stuff.

"The same reason you remember." Will spoke, still looking at her. Neither of them moved as people starting filing out.

"Well, why's that?" She asked, trying to relax a bit. Since he didn't take anything out of his bag he just stood up and smiled.

"It was unforgettable." He smiled slightly, walking away and leaving Eleven alone.