Useless || Mike Wheeler Fanfic ||

Part 4 - Liar

{A Week And A Half Later}

Third Person POV:

Mike frowned as the lesson continued, his mind elsewhere. Now that his friends found him smoking, he had to be extra careful, only smoking when he knew Will or anyone weren't around.

The lesson finally finished, and the bell rang. Mike started packing his things.

"Hey Mikey!" Jane says, latching onto his arm. She seemingly forgot about their previous argument, and Mike couldn't tell if he was happy or not about that. "Do you want to come over to my place?"

Mike gives her a smile. "I would love to, but I got to go home," He says. "Call you later?"

Jane nods, before running off to find who knows who to do who knows what. Mike let out a sigh of relief, before standing up to leave.

"Just wait a moment, Mr. Wheeler," The teacher, Mr. Bruce, says.

Mike internally rolls his eyes and walks over to the teacher's desk. "What is it?" He asks, trying to sound like he cares.

"I've noticed you haven't been paying attention in class," Mr. Bruce says, shuffling the paper in his hand. "Are you in need of a tutor? I can get you one."

"No," Mike says.

Mr. Bruce raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" He questions. "This class is very important to your overall grade."

Well I don't plan on surviving high school, so I don't care. Mike wanted to say, but he knew that wouldn't help in the slightest. It would do the opposite of helping him, really.

"I don't need a tutor," Mike says, warning in his voice. "I'm fine studying."

"Most students say that but then they really don't," Mr. Bruce's eyes soften. "I'm a teacher, helping you learn in my job. If you need help, that's not a bad thing, Micheal."

Mike glared at him. "I said I don't need a tutor," He growls.

Mr. Bruce sighs. "Alright, but if you do need anything," He says. "Don't hesitate to tell me."

"Yeah whatever," Mike says, heaving his bag over his shoulder and leaving the class room. He puts his air pods in and also starts chewing a piece of gum. Devil Doesn't Bargain starts playing in his ears as he walks to his locker.

A tap on his shoulder makes him turn, and he sees Will standing next to him. "Hey Mike," Will says, giving him a smile. "Can I go to your house?"

"No, I need to go home alone today," Mike says, sounding bland and sad.

The smile on Will's face falters. "O-Okay, just.. call me when you need it, okay?" He says softly. Mike nods, knowing he won't.

Mike dropped the skateboard on the ground, skating away and out of the school.

He actually was going home, no matter how much he dreaded it. Once he got to his house, he popped the skateboard into his hand and went inside, taking off his shoes and walking open to his room.

"Micheal!" Karen yells as Mike leans the skateboard against his wall. "Get down here!"

He sighs, before heading down. "Yeah, what's up?" He questions, entering the kitchen. Karen was starting dinner and Ted was on his computer sitting at the island.

"Care to explain why I found these in your room?" Ted says, looking up and gesturing to a few lighters on the table. Mike froze.

There was a moment of silence.

"I was trying to light some candles my friend gave me," Mike says quietly.

Ted scoffed. "Sure, and that's why there are no candles and your room smells like drugs?" He says, giving off his computer and standing up. "You can't trick us, Micheal. Have you been smoking?"