monochopsis - byler

first days suck.

(wills pov)

(a/n: this chapter is more mature than others so I suggest skipping until you see a large gap if that stuff triggers you.)

I don't know what people at school will think of my outfit. It might not be straight enough for them, but a goal I want to achieve is not caring about other peoples opinions. So who cares? (definitely me.) 

I mean someone is bound to think I'm an outcast with this outfit, but it's also pretty basic. I'm wearing khaki shorts and a white The Smiths shirt. Nothing special really. My bowl cut is shaggy but still put together at the same time. Steve is like Dustin's mentor, and now Dustin says he needs to continue the family line. Steve is basically Dustin's father. The "real" dad in question, he packed up and left years ago. Well to cut that story short: Dustin wants me to change my hair, but I said no, then Dustin suggested this; so here we are. Lucas also tries to mentor me, something about breaking me out of my shell, or making me less of a wallflower. One time he even got me to smoke with him, it was pretty bad. I think Lucas feels bad about all of the slurs and bullying his basketball team does.

I get in my car and drive to Hawkins High. When I get there, I am already being ran at by Dustin. 

"Hey Will!" Dustin greets me while coming to a stop in front of me.

"Hi Dustin. What's your schedule?" I ask. Last year I was very lonely and only had one class with one of them. He shows me my schedule and he and I have gym together.

"Well at least I'm in  a class with you!" Dustin cheers. "Also Mike and Lucas are in school already, El needed showing around but I thought 'Why not wait for my mentee?' so here I am; waiting for you!" 

"You are not calling me your mentee." I laugh.

"Fine." He fake frowns. "Bye now Will!"

We go our separate ways after that.

...

I walk through the halls of the school, carefully watching my steps. Of course the thing I was avoiding grabbed me and pulled me into an empty bathroom.

"You thought you could hide little fairy slut?" Troy yells while putting a blade up to my neck. I say nothing.

"Yeah that's right, I know about your first year of sixth, fag." My heart drops. He knows about what happened. I say nothing. 

"Well? Talk little slut!" He yells louder.

"I- Don't Please." Is all I stutter out.

He moves his blade off of my neck. But he isn't stopping what he's doing. 

"Hmm. I wonder?" He taunts. Next thing I know he's lifting up my shirt. I want to kick him away and scream, but I can only quiver. The blade cuts into the center of my stomach. One long cut is made. I want to cry, but that isn't going to make things better. Luckily he leaves and mutters something about how he's glad he ruined my slutty little waist. I don't pull my shirt back down afterwards though. I take it off and get some paper towels to press down on my cut. There's a zip up in my bag, and it'll do until I get bandages from the nurses. I pull the brown fabric over my skin and zip it up all the way. The nurses office isn't far. The nurse also doesn't question why I need bandages, she just gives me the whole roll. I slip into a closer bathroom, bandage myself up and change back into my shirt.

My class is all the way across the school so that was fun. It's just one of the required science classes anyway. The only time I liked science was with Mr. Clarke, and I got to take his class twice. I open the door and just like any time you come in late, everyone looks at you. I scope out Lucas in the crowd of kids. I give a quick little wave and make a smile at him. He smiles back. 

"You're late William." The teacher lectures. I know that Ms. Teacher! If I didn't than I wouldn't have heard the late bell! Yeesh. I sit down next to Lucas and give him a look. He mouths 'I know right?' back at me. He is so cool.

...

 The first day went by fast and I had to go to work in an hour. That ended up with me changing into my cotton candy colored uniform beforehand when I dropped my backpack off at home. I still had plenty of time so I got Max at her house, and then when we were in the mall we got ice cream before our shift.

"So how many extra loving parents are going to takes there kids there as a pity gift because it's the start of hell again?" Max asked. I don't think she likes school that much.

"I doubt there will be that many." I say. 

"You're right. No parents care that much!" She laughs. I roll my eyes.

"Well we should go see then!" I offer as an excuse to get to work because we only had a few minutes until our shift.

...

The diner was a bit more busy than usual, but not by much. We hadn't gotten any customers in the past five minutes. But, my prayers were answered because Max said she just sat an very interesting couple.

"Hell no, I don't do gushy couples." Opal denies while looking over from the back.

"I personally think Will should do this one." Max teased. 

"What are you planning Mayfield?" I ask.

"Look for yourself." Max says. I peek through the window in the wall. Great. Mike and El are sitting at a two person booth together.

"No." I state.

"Yes." Max says. 

"Yeah I agree with Max" Opal says.

"You guys aren't going to let me not do this?" I ask.

"Nope!" They say. I have no choice but to skate out of the kitchen area. I go over to their table and pretend like I'm not serving my best friend and my stepsister.

"Hello you two! Do you still need time to look over the menu or are you ready?" I ask cheerfully, which doesn't work very well with my deep voice. Remind me not to use a cheerful voice again.

"No I'm still looking." El says while barely looking up. Mike just stares at El.

"That's all good! I'll be back in a few minutes." I say in my regular voice before skating off.

Ugh, of course I had to be the one to serve them. This isn't going to be fun. I'm going to kill Maxine Mayfield. My stomach already hurts from the cut.

When I came back over, both people were looking at me. 

"Are you guys ready to order?" I ask.

"Yes we are Will!" El says. "I will have the chicken and waffles!"

Typical El. 

"How about you sir?" This was fun! 

"Okay well, I will just have the pasta." He stammers. Nothing unlike him. Mike is usually nervous when he is ordering.

"Is that it?" I ask.

"Actually, can we also get a chocolate shake too? Two straws please." I think this was an attempt at being flirty and it worked, because Mike had some face I can't explain.

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