Carrie can't help wondering at the way he grins, how can she be the only person at this school who sees how handsome he is? He might not hang out with the "cool" boys like Tommy does, but he's very good-looking. Even with the unruly curls and the smell of stale cigarettes lingering in the fibers of his clothes, Carrie thinks Eddie Munson is easily one of the best-looking boys at Hawkins High School. He doesn't seem to know he's attractive, though, like Tommy does.
Her eyes shift back away from his face and down the table to the other boys, all of whom raise their hands and smile back at her. Carrie's face grows hot and she's sure she must be beet red under the eyes of six boys — Momma would be so angry right now... — and she can't help herself from giving them all a shy smile back. Then, Eddie starts to speak again and her attention shifts once more. "Dungeons and Dragons?" she asks dumbly in spite of the fact that she knows plenty about it. Momma would never let her play it. Never in a million years.
In spite of herself, as he tells her that she can call him Eddie and she doesn't need to bow to the King Freak, Carrie giggles and tilts her head just so, hiding her burning cheeks behind a curtain of blond curls. After a beat, she looks back up, still smiling in spite of herself. It feels surreal having his attention and feeling like he isn't trying to trick her. She believes him. She's not sure why, but she believes him. "Eddie, then," she agrees quietly, her shoulders relaxing a little, although not entirely.
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Her eyes shift back away from his face and down the table to the other boys, all of whom raise their hands and smile back at her. Carrie's face grows hot and she's sure she must be beet red under the eyes of six boys — Momma would be so angry right now... — and she can't help herself from giving them all a shy smile back. Then, Eddie starts to speak again and her attention shifts once more. "Dungeons and Dragons?" she asks dumbly in spite of the fact that she knows plenty about it. Momma would never let her play it. Never in a million years.
In spite of herself, as he tells her that she can call him Eddie and she doesn't need to bow to the King Freak, Carrie giggles and tilts her head just so, hiding her burning cheeks behind a curtain of blond curls. After a beat, she looks back up, still smiling in spite of herself. It feels surreal having his attention and feeling like he isn't trying to trick her. She believes him. She's not sure why, but she believes him. "Eddie, then," she agrees quietly, her shoulders relaxing a little, although not entirely.