Mike Wheeler x Reader (Platonic)

Part 1-New Beginnings Suck

Key:

(Y/N) = Your Name

Word count: 602

'Remember, it will be a bit.... difficult at first, but you have to promise me you'll give it a try, ok?'

  I slump in my seat.

'Why'd we have to move here again anyway? This place is a dump.'

'I think you know the answer to that already.'

Looking out the window, I see a group of juniors chattering to each other as they walk past. 

Please don't make me to do this. 

'It's not even the first day, can't I wait until next term?' I ask, puppy dog eyes on full blast. 

'No, sweetie. It will be easier if you just get it over with. Besides, I can't take care of you during the day, I have work.'

'I can be independent! I can cook, I know how to clean, I get all my work in on time, I-'

'It's not about how mature and independent you are, it's about you learning how to talk to kids your age. You used to be so social, and I know it's been difficult lately, but your doctor says it's time for you to go back to school.'

'But-'

Mom puts up her hand. '(Y/N), this is not up for discussion. You are going to school.'

I look down at my shoes. 

'Please. At least try. For me?'

'Ok'. Sighing, I get out of the car, my feet hitting the bumpy ground. 

'Well...bye, Mom.' 

'Bye, sweetie! Have a good day!'

'You too.' I say before shutting the car door and walking off to the entrance.

'Make a lot of friends!' Mom shouts back at me.

......

****

Opening the door, I am immediately smacked in the face by the smell of body spray, perfume, and sweat. 

Ugh. 

I wrinkle my nose and shove my way into a sea of juniors walking towards my first class, Science. 

Science isn't too bad for me, but it was easier to at my old school. In my old town....

I find my self subconciously putting my fingers up to my mouth to chew on my nails. I haven't done that since I was six.

No. Stop. Just breathe, make it through the day.  

I put my hand on the door knob, and take a deep breath before slowly turning it to push the door open. 

You can do this.

20 sets of eyes lock onto me as I walk in. 

Orrrrrr maybe not. 

I find myself locking my gaze with someone who has some of the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen, but I quickly look away before I can tell who they are.

Why did you make eye-contact? They're gonna think you're creepy!

As I shut the door, the teacher turns to look at me, smiling warmly. 

'Hello! You must be the new student this year. I'm Mr. Clarke, and you are...?'

.....

.....

'Uh.....' 

Words are failing me. No matter what I try to say, nothing comes out. My mouth just keeps gaping open like a fish's. 

Come on, say something.

I hear snickering from the back of the classroom, with the teacher is still patiently waiting for me to answer. 

Say anything, please. 

I start to fumble with the hem of my outfit, curling the fabric around my fingers. 

'I...My name...uh...'

Oh, god. You forgot your name. Your own name. You idiot. 

The embarrassment is getting unbearable. I want to run out of the classroom, but my limbs are frozen. 

Please. Let this end. 

After 4 more painful seconds, Mr. Clarke cleared his throat. 

'Hey, It's okay to be nervous. How about we get class started and you can do your introduction tomorrow? ' Mr. Clarke said, looking at the clock. 

I nod dumbly and practically bolt to the first free seat I can see. Another set of snickers blooms around me. 

What a great start.