heaven- byler 🤍

10.

you give love a bad name- bon jovi

the next monday at school went surprisingly well. for whatever reason, troy and james weren't in, so will wouldn't be getting teased today!

or so he thought.

"h-hey, will!" bill shouted when he saw the boy. will waved back and smiled. "h-have you s-seen the others?"

"uh, i saw richie go into the cafeteria but i haven't seen the others. i only arrived five minutes ago." will responded. bill only nodded before turning to face the car park.

"should we g-go and meet richie at the ca-canteen?" bill asked, removing his gaze from the parked cars and facing will again.

"sure!" will smiled and walked next to bill.

***

once the two boys had arrived in the canteen, they saw the six other losers all sitting at their regular table. will and bill walked towards them and smiled. they all said good morning to each other, and bill and stan pecked kisses on each others cheeks. the bell interrupted their smooching (which richie would later call disgusting and childish) and they all went off to their lessons.

***

will's final lesson was an english lesson with beverly, eddie, stan and richie, so they all walked down to english block together. they all sat in seats next to each other and decided to fuck around rather than actually do work (which wasn't unusual for most of the losers.)

"okay, everyone, who can tell me the answer to question number 5? stan?" mr walker asked as he noticed the group messing about at the back. stan looked at the bald teacher blankly. "that's what i thought, mr uris."

stan rolled his eyes and looked back to the group. richie and beverly were holding back laughs, will and eddie looking at stan with wide eyes. stan mouthed "shut up" to all of them before the bell rang. then, they all ran out to find the other losers.

"it looked like mr walker was about to yell at you, stan." bev said, smirking and looking at stan.

"yeah, he was about to lose his shit!" richie said, turning around to face them as he was in front. he bumped into a tall boy, who immediately turned and apologised. will felt a ball in his throat.

mike.

"woah, you're kinda hot. you kinda look like me but a bit less attractive." richie said, staring into the eyes of mike wheeler.

"hey will, do you wanna talk?" mike almost shouted.

"later."

"later? why? can your gay little friend group not handle hearing how you've been a douche to me for the whole weekend?"

"mike, i'll talk to you after school, okay? i'm sorry."

"no!" mike shouted, scrunching up his face. "no, you won't talk to me after school! you can talk to me now, will!"

"please, mike, i don't wanna make a scene.."

"you caused enough of a scene in the hallway on friday, didn't you, you twink."

will was shocked.

how could he say that?

"he's like bill: he gets less attractive when he opens his mouth." richie exclaimed before eddie put his hand over his boyfriend's mouth.

"you're only silent because it's true." mike said, scrunching his face up and looking at will. "and you.." he started, pointing at richie. "can keep your mouth shut. you've got a loud mouth and 4 eyes, is that it?"

richie chuckled. will could tell he was annoyed. "i've got one more thing, actually."

"please, show me! i'd love to see!" mike said, a sarcastic grin plastered on his face.

"well, i can't show you right now because it's in my bed.."

"and what is it, four-eyes?"

richie scoffed. "your fucking dad, wheeler!" he yelled, jumping at mike and flooring him.

some of the losers and will stood there, jaws on the floor, eyes wide in shock. "rich, stop." eddie said.

"let him do it, he's right for once.." stan scoffed.

will just stood there. one thing that he had always hated was fighting. whatever kind. his dad had always been a fighter and that obviously wasn't a good experience for a young child.

oh shit.

his dad.

was his dad still at home?

will couldn't take it.

he tapped beverly on the shoulder in an awkward manner. "bev?"

"hmm?"

"can we go somewhere else? please?"

bev looked will in the eye. "yeah, are you alright?"

will took a deep breath in. "yeah, let's just go." he said, walking away. bev followed.

"you're clearly not okay, will. do you wanna talk to me?" she asked, a warm smile on her lips.

tears started streaming down will's cheek, already red from the embarrassment of starting a fight. "it's fine, thanks though." he sniffled, then returned the smile to beverly. she put her arm around him and continued walking.

the two were almost out of the hallway when a teacher stopped them. "oh, hi mr clarke!" bev said, smiling suspiciously widely at the teacher.

"hey bev, hey wi- will? are you okay?"

"he's alright, sir, he's just got something in his eye." bev said, smiling that almost creepy smile again.

mr clarke nodded. "sure.."

will and bev quickly walked away when they heard mr clarke start yelling at richie and mike. will turned his head just for a moment, seeing blood spouting from richie's nose and mike laying on the floor, punching him. beverly grabbed will's head and made him face her, snapping his neck in the process. "oh my god, i'm so sorry." she laughed.

will laughed too.

***

once lunch was over, will walked into form, quickly noticing that mike wasn't there. he sat down, wondering where on earth mike was. he probably went home. it must be embarrassing having richie tozier beat you in a fight..

"will?" miss gracey called his name on the register.

"oh, here miss."

"will, can you pop down to medical to check on mike?" miss gracey smiled as will stood awkwardly. richie tapped will's shoulder as he grabbed his bag.

will turned to face him. "yeah?"

"i didn't do much, i promise." richie said. will knew he was lying, however. he could tell by all the cuts and bandages on richie's face that that fight wasn't 'not much.' so, will just nodded and silently walked out of the door.

oh fuck.

he had to talk to mike.

one on one.

no teachers, no anyone.

just him and mike.

next chapter will be the last one btw x

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