┌─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────┐ STRANGERTHINGS CREEPS (Max Mayfield x Fem Reader)
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ChapterSix- Icouldbeyourzoomer
"Could be."
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Weareinclass, about to show Mr.Clarkethe Ghostbuster trap, containing Dart.
"This is the reason I was late for class." Dustin announced, if I'm being honest with myself I'd rather be in the cafeteria, getting my food then being here. Oh well.
"Pretty neat. These doors function?" Mr. Clarke asked, I looked at Max, why do I always look at her. Jesus, Y/n! You have to focus on the task at hand.
"Well, yeah, obviously. But it's not about the trap." Dustin smiled, getting ready to show Mr. Clarke Dart.
'Is this really the best idea?' I thought to myself, There's something... strange, with Dart, he doesn't sit right with me.
"It's what's inside." I got ready for Dustin to open the trap doors, ugh, I have to look at the ugly fucker again.
"Now, this very well may change your perception of the world." Dustin was really dragging on the conversation.
"Consider my interest piqued." Mr. Clarke smiled, this is taking too long.
"All right, first, let's clarify that... this is my discovery, not yours," Dustin cared too much for Dart, for his own good.
"Dustin, Jesus! Just show him!" I finally snapped, I grabbed the edge of the table, leaning forward to open the box.
"I'm just trying to clarify-"
"Dustin!" Max lost her patients as well.
"Okay fine," He reached for the button to open the prop.
"STOP?!"
Oh. My. God, what now?
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Clarke. It was a stupid prank." Mike rushed forward nudging me out the way, Max grabbed me by the shoulders keeping me up right, I blushed. "What the hell are you doing?" Dustin yelled at Mike, what's happening right now?
"I told him to stop." Mike announced to Mr. Clarke, before turning his gaze back to us, "We need to go." Mike started running to the door, "Mike!" I yelled after him.
