Chapter Eleven:
Whatever, Steve
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"And tell me again why the fuck I'm not the one driving?" Ramona grumbled, readjusting her legs as she held Steve's head still in her lap.

"Because!" Lucas shouted from the front, causing Ramona to roll her eyes as she brushed some blood from Steve's cheek with her thumb. "Turn right!"

"Right?" Max pulled her eyes from the road to look at the boy beside her.

"That's what I said!" Lucas shouted back, looking up from the map and over at her. The sound of the lighter fluid sloshing in Mike's filled Ramona's ears as Steve stirred awake.

"Nancy?" Steve groaned, reaching up to touch his wounds. His head was pounding, almost unbearable.

"Steve, no." Ramona said, pulling his hand away from his face.

"No, no, no. Don't touch it.. Don't touch it." Dustin said slowly.

"Steve?" Steve stammered, blinking slowly as he looked up at her.

"Don't question it." Ramona hummed, avoiding eye contact with him. "Might just change my mind."

"Hey, buddy. Sh.. sh.. sh." Dustin shushed him, "It's okay! You put up a good fight! Ramona threw a book at him. He kicked your ass,  but you put up a good fight. You're okay, Ramona fixed you up.. sort of, we kinda had to leave."

"Okay, you're gonna keep straight for half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai." Lucas looked up from the map.

"What's going on?" Steve said slowly, trying to sit up before Ramona put her hand flat against his chest and pushed him back down.

"Quédate abajo." Ramona said as Steve began to panic when he saw Max sitting in the drivers seat.

"Oh! Oh, my god!" Steve looked up at Ramona, clearly beginning to freak out.

"Just relax! She's drivven before-"

"Yeah, in a parking lot." Mike said, cutting him off.

"That counts." Lucas scoffed.

"They were gonna leave you behind, but I promised that you'd be cool, okay?" Dustin's voice grew louder as he tried to calm Steve down.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! What's going on?" Steve began to stammer as Max pressed her foot against the gas pedal. "Oh, my god! No! Stop the car. Slow down!"

"Jesus Christ, Steve! Calm down!" Ramona rolled her eyes,  "You're gonna give me a headache!"

"I told you he'd freak out!" Mike rolled his eyes, "Should've left him!"

"Stop the car!" Steve pleaded, "Stop the car!"

"Everybody shut up!" Max shouted, causing the car to silence, "I'm trying to focus!"

"Oh, wait! That's Mount Sinai! Make a left."

"What?"

"Make a left!"

Steve, Mike, and Dustin screamed, all three grabbing onto Ramona as Max roughly turned left. Ramona grumbled, tightening her grip on Steve so he didn't go tumbling onto the floor. Steve blinked slowly as he he looked up at Ramona. Her raven hair stuck to her forehead as she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself down.

He held a tight grip on her hand, still resting against his chest. Under any normal circumstances, Ramona would've pulled her hand away and shouted at Steve in Spanish. But right now, it seemed like Steve would lose his mind completely, so she would deal with it.

"You can let go now." Ramona said as Max ran over a sign. Mike and Dustin awkwardly let go and scooted closer to the door.

"Hello!" Steve cried as Max slammed on the breaks.

"Woah.."

"Incredible."

"Told you. Zoomer." Max said, turning the ignition off.

"Alright, Steve." Ramona slipped her hand from his, sliding his head of his lap and getting out of the car. "Don't move."

She slammed the car door, not caring if she damaged Billy's car. As Ramona walked to the trunk, she tied her red handkerchief around her mouth. "Let's do thi-"

The sound of the car door opening and a body tumbling to the ground cut Ramona's sentence off short. She scoffed, putting on her goggles and walking over, "Steve, no. I told you to stay in the car. Where it's safe, so your dumbass doesn't die-"

"Oh, no guys! Hey, where do you think you're going? What are you? Deaf? Hello!"

"Steve!" Ramona snapped her fingers in his face. "Shut up."

"Wait, Steve?" He paused, confusion flashing in his eyes. "Nevermind, we are not going down there right now! I made myself clear."

"Calm down."

"Hey! There's no chance we're going in that hole, all right?" Steve continued

"You're right! We aren't! Sit down, dumbass." Ramona scoffed, tossing Dustin a rag.

"No! This ends right now!"

"Steve, you're upset. I get it.. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it as our duty to provide that assistance." Dustin said slowly, watching as Ramona crept away and followed Max, Mike, and Lucas into the hole. "Now, I know that you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So, keep us safe."

"Don't breathe in, guys. Okay?" Ramona offered, jumping as Steve dropped down. "Oh, glad you decided to join us, Harrington."

"Not now.. And what happened to Steve?" Steve joked, readjusting the goggles on his face.

Ramona shrugged with a grin, "Don't know what you're talking about... Steve."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's this way." Mike cut Steve's sentence off short.

"You're pretty sure or you're certain?" Dustin called from the back.

"I'm 100% sure! Just follow me and you'll know." Mike said, turning to lead the group.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! Hey, hey, hey, hey! I don't think so!"

"What?" Mike stammered.

"Any of you little shits die down here, including you." He pointed to Ramona, "I'm getting the blame. Got it, dipshit?"

"I can take care of myself-

"Right. From here on out, I'm leading the way. Come on, let's go." Steve said, roughly taking the map from Mike's hands. "Hey! A little hustle!"

Ramona groaned as she moved her arm wrong, causing pain to shoot throughout her body. "Fuck."

Steve looked back at her in concern momentarily, before focusing his eyes back in front of him.

"God!" Lucas groaned, shining his light onto the roof of the tunnels.

"What is this place?" Max asked, looking around.

"Guys, come on! Keep moving." Steve said, "You good back there, Ramona?"

"I feel gre-" The sound of Dustin's scream caused her to turn around immediately.

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?"

"Help! Help! Help." Dustin cried out, writhing on the ground. "Shit!"

"Dustin!" Ramona shouted, dropping to her knees beside the boy and patting him on the back. "Are you okay?"

"What happened? What happened?" Steve asked urgently, stopping in his tracks beside Ramona.

"It's un my mouth! Some got in my mouth! Shit!" Dustin coughed violently, spitting and gagging. "I'm okay."

"Holy fuck, Dusty roads! You can't scare me like that." Ramona scoffed, standing with the help of Steve.

"Very funny man." Steve rolled his eyes, "Nice. Very nice."

"Jesus, what an idiot." Max rolled her eyes.

"Hang on! Wait, wait!" Dustin's voice echoed as Ramona stepped over a vine to catch up to Steve.

"You good?" He asked, pointing to her arm.

"I mean, not sure how I'm still walking." Ramona laughed, "It's probably all the adrenaline.."

"Don't pass out on me, García." Steve joked, "Don't think I've got the energy to carry you after the beating I took from Hargrove."

"Pft, you gave him a run for his money.. and what happened to Ramona?"

Steve grinned, sending her a wink that he hoped she couldn't see. "I don't know what you're talking about... Ramona."

Ramona scoffed, jokingly rolling her eyes. "Whatever.. Steve."

"All right, Wheeler, I think we found your hub." Steve said, looking over at Ramona.

"Let's drench it."

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{ A/n: they're flirting but dont even know it smh }

{  Translations: Stay down }

{ Edited: No }