𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹: Mileven

THREE

CHAPTER THREE
I don't hate you, I fucking despise you.

Jane made her way into the bathroom. Her mascara smudged from the August heat and her hair a little frizzy from her previous class. Jane hates PE but she had to take it if she wanted to graduate next year.

As Jane was washing her face she heard an all too familiar name come from one of the girls mouth in the stall next to her. She rolled her eyes as she began to listen

"Did you hear that he asked out Stacey?!" One of the girls squeaked as Jane heard the other girl gasp

"Wheeler and Stacey? No fucking way" The girl said as Jane felt a little bit of hurt.

"I find that hard to believe, Stacey and Mike? Mikes a total dick how did he snatch the popular girl?" Jane laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Not realizing that the girls heard her. Jane watched the mirror behind her as the girls stepped out together, both extremely intrigued.

One girl had deep brown hair up in a pony tail, red lipstick and hoop earrings. The other one had blonde, curly and a headband holding her frizzy bangs in place. Jane found them pretty.

"Well isn't it miss Hopper" The girl with blonde hair spoke as she came over to Janes left side. "Mike is a dick isn't he?" The other girl teased as the blonde leaned down to Janes height

"Probably as big as he is huh?" The blonde snickered as Jane physically cringed. She didn't want to think about Mike like that.

"Why are you so bothered Hopper?" The brown haired girl asked as Jane sighed. She didn't know why she was bothered. Hell, it even confused her

"Mikes a total dick to me, for no reason, I just don't want him to treat anyone else the same way, including a girl" Janes response was quick and not really from the heart. She didn't care about anyone else. Just her friends.

"Well what if we told you that Stacey was perfectly fine in Wheelers hands, You seem to have a jealous tendency Hopper" the blonde teased as Jane grabbed her bag, not before the brown haired girl grabbed her and shoved her back

"Wheeler doesn't want a little girl like you, you dress like you're 12, you act disgustingly mature. No one likes a librarian Hopper, maybe if you changed your your act and style people would like you more"

The girls snickered before leaving the bathroom.

Jane felt tears prick her eyes. Not because those words hurt, just because she was so tired of people telling her how to act and to be. But those words literally stayed with Jane all day long.

Little did she know, the biggest problem with Mike was gonna happen that day Nothing that Jane would've expected.

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Jane's last class was study hall, as her shoes hit the floor to get to her class, she noticed the familiar black curly hair from afar, she took a deep breath in before entering the classroom, finding a spot far away from the boy.

Jane pulled out her notes from her last class, examining them to the fullest. That was until they were ripped out of her hand by an all too familiar person.

"Mike give me back my notes" Jane threatened as Mike held them up high in his hand

"Eh I don't think so" Mike said as Jane put her hands in her face.

"Mike I'm not asking I'm telling you. Give me back my fucking notes prick!" This time Jane got up and stood in her seat, still not even reaching her notes. She only came to Mikes height while standing in the chair. His arms were still way too long.

"Damn Hopper, you really want your notes huh" Mike teased as he watched her face fill with something different. It wasn't confusion or sadness. It was pure anger.

"I'm so fucking tired of you being so awfully mean to me. What did I do Mike? Tell me what I did so I can fix it. I'm so sick of this. You stress me out why do you do this. Why do you hate me?!" Jane wanted an answer. She wanted to beg for one. "This is probably why no fucking girl likes you! You're an awful person Mike Wheeler!"

Mikes face dropped in the most disturbing way possible. It scared Jane.

He laughed under his breath before he held Jane by the collar of her shirt. Bringing her awfully close. Jane could smell the weed on his breath he smoked during lunch. Her nose scrunched up as she looked into his eyes. They were a dark brown, twitching with venom.

"I don't hate you, I fucking despise you" He seethed lowly as his stare remained on Jane. She felt her stomach churn as she wished for this to end. Suddenly it did.

"Wheeler let her go asshole!" Someone yelled as Mike forcefully pushed Jane back, making her fall on the floor and cut her hand on the process. Mikes eyes didn't leave hers until Jane ran out of the classroom and out of the building. Leaving her with one thought only.

Mike Wheeler had a different hate for her, one where he wished to cause physical pain and Jane didn't like it.