Chapter 3: Don't Treat Me Like a Drag

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(Title from I Just Wanna Run by The Downtown Fiction)

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When Will gets to his next class, he realizes he can't escape Mike anymore. Until he sees that the seating chart is in alphabetical order. He finds his seat and opens his sketchbook. He sketches some until he feels a presence next to him.

"Why are you so mean to Mike?" the voice says.

"What do you mean?" He replies.

"You were mean to Mike this morning, why?" Jane asks.

"Because," Will starts, "Mike decided to say the things he did, and knowing about the stunts you pulled last year, and now this year; it doesn't surprise me at all that you'd be supportive of his antics. Now leave me alone, I don't want to think about him anymore."

The teacher gets everyone's attention, cutting off his and Jane's conversation, which Will is thankful for. He gets started on the assignment, asking the person in front of him for some help.

Once he's finished, he goes back to sketching, tuning everyone out around him. He keeps sketching until the bell rings, signaling the end of the day. He exits the classroom in a hurry, accidentally leaving his closed sketchbook behind.

Gareth, who happens to be in the class, spots it and grabs it, rushing out to try to give it to its owner, but to no avail. He was way too fast and couldn't spot him when he got to the hallway.

He goes back to the classroom and opens it, looking through all the sketches, and he opens the pages he was currently drawing in. It's me, Gareth thinks, It's so good. Wait... does he like me?

Will heads to Jonathan's car and realizes. "SHIT!" He exclaims.

"What, what is it?" Jonathan asks, shocked by his choice of words.

"I left my sketchbook in my class," Will says, on the verge of tears.

"It's okay, you'll get it back tomorrow," Jonathan says, "Now we need to get home. Where's Jane?"

"I dunno, she's probably fucking Mike in the janitor's closet," Will says in disgust.

"What happened?" He asks, "You never sounded so angry until now."

"I don't want to talk about it, let's just go," Will replies, getting in the passenger's seat as El walks up to the car, a smile on her face, "Let's go home."

On the drive home, Will stares out of the window, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Jonathan sees him, but doesn't say anything. Once they get home, Will gets out of the car and goes into the cabin and into his room, slamming the door shut.

"WOAH WOAH, HEY!" Joyce says, "Will, don't slam the door, sweetie."

"Leave me alone mom," Will says, crying.

"Will," She says knocking on the door, "Will sweetie, open up please?"

"Mom, please," Will cries, "I want to be left alone."

"Mom, let me deal with it," Jonathan says, Joyce going back to the kitchen and taking out some brownies, making a plate for the kids along with a glass of milk. El grabs a plate and a glass, going to her room to get started on her homework.

Jonathan knocks on the door, "Will, hey, can I come in?"

"Fine," Will concedes, unlocking the door.

When Jonathan walks into the room that's covered in D&D posters and drawings Will drew, he hugs him tightly. Will cries into his shirt. After the day he's had, he needs to just let it all out.

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