Stupid Love || Michael Afton x Reader

eleven - fake feelings

March 10th 1983.

I don't think I've ever felt like this because of an actual human being before.

Like, I literally haven't been able to stop thinking about Jeremy all week...

This was unhealthy.

Very unhealthy.

Jeremy is part of Mike's gang yet he acts completely the opposite of what I thought he was.

He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't even hang out with Mike as much anymore. Weird. I've heard he has good grades, maybe not as good as Michael's but yeah. He is somewhat the most good looking out of our entire school, well maybe not the most, but those luminous blue eyes, that tousled blonde hair, those pink plump lips, the way he acts oh my god.

It's literally to die for.

He sounds like he's come out of a romance novel or someone straight out of Teen magazine.

It almost didn't sound real.

Maybe that's why Terry doesn't like him?

Because she thinks that she has no chance with him? No, that doesn't sound right, Terry's standards are too high for a boy like him.

But for my standards, he fits perfectly.

I think.

I know Terry doesn't like him so I can't really speak to her about him but I have literally the fattest urge to rant about it to someone.

I could rant about it to... well no one.

I can't to grandma, definitely not to B/N, Michael? Absolutely not, he would possibly start bullying me again for it. Really what's left is Jeremy himself.

But that was way too obvious.

I started heading towards my locker, god school days felt so long for some reason.

"Hey BFF." Terry greeted with a smile as I approached my locker, I smiled and waved, taking my locker key out of my jacket pocket.

"We're supposed to get our history grade back today." Terry said as I rummaged through my locker, looking for my small bag of lunch consisting of a ham sandwich and and an old orange. Not the biggest five star meal ever but oh well, that's just how it was.

I groaned, grabbing the small paper bag out of my locker, slamming the small metal door shut. "Please don't remind me of that dumb essay Terry, I think I've had enough traumatic memories from it." I complained, pinching the bridge of my nose. Terry giggled.

"You had a study sesh with the Michael Afton, you think you're traumatised?" Terry exclaimed with a giggle. I knew she was just pulling my leg. "God I bet you guys had fun."

I glared at her. "He was acting like a dumbass the entire time, it was not fun." I replied sternly, that was half a lie. Terry laughed again.

"Well please don't start hanging out with him and his asshole friends instead of me." Terry pleaded, half jokingly. I giggled, patting her back.

"Of course not, they are jackasses after all." I said, Terry smiled, looking at my brown bag.

"What d'ya have?"

"Nothing much, what about you?"

Terry was about to give me a full documentary about her lunch or whatever she had when her smile faded and she started chewing her gum weirdly like those bad girls you saw on TV.

"Well look who it is." Terry said with a smirk, looking up and down. I turned around, making eye contact with a familiar blonde. He was walking up to us, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.