𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤
sorry for the delay on this update, y'all! school's been crazy.
but, i hope this angst-filled chapter was worth the wait!
*𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: angst.
**𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: mentions of cheating, verbal arguments, hurtful things.
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Monday morning rolled around and Eleven still hadn't seen or spoken to Mike after the events of Homecoming. She watched Mike walk out the back door, and then saw Jennifer slip out about five minutes later. El didn't even need to ask or go out to see what was happening, because she already knew.
Mason drove her to school that morning and they walked into school together, hand in hand. She really hoped that Mike was around to see it. He wasn't, much to her dismay, so she pulled away with the excuse of needing to go to class early.
El was going to break up with Mason right after the dance, but when she saw everything with Mike and Jennifer, she decided not to. Sure, she still wanted to break up with him, but she needed to retaliate first. And she needed Mason to help her with that.
The morning went by in a flash and soon, it was lunchtime. She met her boyfriend outside of the lunch room and walked in with his arm around her waist. Almost instantly, she felt Mike's eyes on her, and she looked over at him. He quickly flicked his eyes away, which made her chuckle.
Just to piss him off even more, she made sure to touch and kiss him as much as she could, feeling Mike's burning glare every time she did so.
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Mike had a pit in his stomach ever since Saturday night. He felt genuinely sick over the fact that he'd essentially cheated on El, and he hasn't felt this bad about anything since she disappeared all those years ago.
He pulled up to school fifteen minutes late, as per usual, hoping to see El in a classroom or even in the hallways. He didn't, of course, which was at the same time a relief as it was a burden. He didn't see her until lunch, and what he saw pissed him off.
It was obvious that she was trying to be all touchy-feely with Mason just to get him riled up, and unfortunately, she was succeeding. Mike felt the guilty pit in his stomach turn to a pit of rage as he watched Eleven kiss and touch Mason.
He grabbed his lunch quickly and walked out of the dining hall, unable to find it in himself to sit through an entire thirty minutes of the 'El and Mason' show. His feet instinctively took him out to his bike, where he had a smoke while shoving the less-than-appetizing cafeteria food down his gullet.
Next up was chemistry, and he really wasn't ready to sit next to Eleven for a whole hour. He shuddered just thinking about it.
The bell rang shortly after and he groaned, throwing his trash away and leaving his tray on a table outside before walking through the crowded hallways and into the chemistry room. Mr. Clarke greeted him like always and he simply nodded, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl sitting at the lab table.
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The Fallen
Fanfiction{RATED M FOR FUTURE SMUT} - He's thought about her every day since that night in the woods. He doesn't know what happened to her after she defeated the demogorgan. She's gone, and he has to move on. But...what if she isn't really gone? [A BADBOY AU...
