You're lost //yandere Will story//

Part 3: Sophmore

First day of sophomore year. It wasn't terrible, but I wouldn't say it was great either. I share most of my elective classes with freshmen students, so I'm surrounded by a bunch of 14 year olds for 4 hours. But get this. I got into jazz band! Yeah, I'm pretty psyched. About playing piano, not about having to share class with freshmen.

I opened the door to the band room. It was super big, and there were tons of people practicing their instruments. But strangely, the noise was pretty tame.

"Hey! I don't remember you from last year. You knew?" A boys voice spoke behind me.

I turned around to face a senior year kid, but he was around my height, and he wore a thick pair of glasses. His messy black hair matched his black painted nails and jacket. He looked like me, but a little older.

"Uh, yeah. I was in choir last year." I said, a little embarrassed to admit it.

"Woah ok, choir boy here!" He laughed obnoxiously. "Richie Tozier's my name, and trumpet's my game." He said, holding up his instrument. "What do you play?"

This kid bout got me fucked up. Does he talk like this to all of the new students? "Oh, I play piano."

"Oof. Yeah, you can't do that here. It's gotta be a honk honk instrument."

"What? Wait, am I in the right.." I looked around, confused. Then he laughed again.

"No I'm kidding. You should've really gone for orchestra though. They'd pay a lot more attention to you there."

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

"Richie! Where's your instrument?" A small boy who looked like he could be a sevie walked up to us, but didn't seem to notice I was there.

"Take a chill pill, Eds. It's right here." He smiled down at him. "This is Eddie. Believe or not, he's a senior. He's just itty bitty."

"Hey! I'm not 'itty bitty'. I'm 5'4, that's like average height in most of the school."

I interrupted them, getting a little annoyed. "I'm Mike. Mike Wheeler. I'm a sophomore."

"Mike! Hey, we have a Mike! Ooh, you look absolutely nothing like him, like at all. That's a little disappointing. I was hoping that all Mikes looked the same, not gonna lie." Richie said, fiddling with his trumpet.

"No, unfortunately Mikes differ in appearance." I said, unamused.

"I'm sorry about him. He's always like this, don't worry." Eddie sighed, starting to walk away. Richie followed him, and looked over at me as he did so.

"Hope you hate it here, choir kid!" He laughed.

I just might. I just might.

I took my seat next to a girl with purple faded hair. Suddenly, the band instructor rushed to his spot before the door could shut. I knew him, because he used to be the principle before he quit. Then he was the janitor, until he quit. I guess the school must be super desperate for a jazz band teacher, because they actually hired him again. I wasn't surprised. But he's pretty cool I guess.

"Alright. Uh- what hour is this? Fourth? I think it's- yeah it's fourth. Uh- Good afternoon everyone! My name is Mr.Decker, it's nice to uh.. meet you all" He stammered, obviously super nervous for some reason. What is there to be nervous about? Is it the fact that you know nothing about teaching band?

"Um. I'm gonna call roll real quick. And then um- uh- we'll work on the.. the sheet.. music for our uh- our thing c-coming up." He flipped through some sheets of paper and called all of our names, mispronouncing most of them. I recognized most of the names he called. A lot of the students here are in my grade.

"Will Byers? Is Will Byers here?"

So Will had signed up for jazz band? That's weird. I didn't know he could play.

"Has anyone seen-.. ok he's- he's absent today. Ok! Um. Lilly Martin?" He continued with the roll call.

He's not showing up to school. What's going on with him? Why has he just disappeared? He didn't go missing again, did he?

The fifth our bell finally rang and I headed to my next class. The day was slow and tedious but I made it out.

My teachers are all bitches.

I invited Lucas over to hang out after school at my house. He arrived a few minutes late, so I had time to clean up my room a bit.

"What's up, Mike?" He opened my bedroom door and tossed his backpack on the ground.

"Hey Lucas."

"So, what do you wanna do?"

Time passed, and we spent it doing dumb stuff. Watching tv, eating junk food, playing video games, and then watching tv again. I don't know how it rolled on to talking our girl problems, but it happened.

"Do you know who wrote it?"

"No I don't know who fucking wrote it! That's what I've been trying to figure out! It doesn't make any sense. I don't know who would even think about doing anything like that."

Lucas thought for a second.

"It's gotta someone who either hates El's guts, or someone who's jealous of you. Or maybe they're jealous of El, I don't know."

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭?

No it couldn't be. It couldn't be him. "What if it's..."

Lucas looked at me. He seemed to be thinking what I was thinking.

"We have to go."

"We literally- we have to go right now" Lucas agreed.