Mike Wazoski x Y/N fanfic

05.

You headed to your locker.
"Hey Mike." You said grabbed your books.
"Hey, nerd. Still trying to get a boyfriend and a date for homecoming?"
"Yeah, aha. I need a boyfriend. Maybe someone GREEN, DOMINATE, MEAN, A BULLY, and you know!"
"Dweeb."
"Oh shut up!" You hit him.
He chuckled. "Alright. See ya. I'll see you at the gym."
"Alright! Bye!" You waved hugging him.
"Ha." Mike laughed.
"What were you doing!? You don't like Mike. You think he's a jerk, but why'd you have to open to him?! Mike is...ok, and all. But why'd he'd have to be so attractive! He's so mysterious and hot.." You thought internally. You were still determined to become Mike's prom date.
You walked towards your class. You saw your friend, Marge Simpson.
"H-hey, Marge!" You yelled, shaking.
"Hey! How are you doing?" She said, holding your hand.
"W-well...I've been thinking. I'll ask Mike out." You said, blushing.
"Oh.." Marge frowned, "Well..Do what's best for you."
"Thank you, Marge! You're a great friend." You smiled.
"Mhm." She smiled.
You looked at the clock, seeing the time. "I'll be going to class, see you, Marge!"
Marge waved. You ran to class. You were half asleep, by the time your eyes were drooping, class ended. You shook in fright. You wiped your eyes, walking out of class. You went to your locker, again.

     Marge, looked at you from the corner. She now hated you. She had already told her that she liked Mike, she hates you. Marge opened her notebook. It wasn't an ordinary notebook. It was a book to frame you. She opened it, pasting a picture of a lot of kids. She took out a sharpie and Marge crossed out all their faces. She took out a pen and wrote words.
"Fatass, pig, annoying, cunt, slut, ugly, too gay to function," and so on. Marge wanted to expel you and ruin your, "smart kid", reputation. She would kill for it. She wanted Mike. She never wanted to see you, again.