Useless || Mike Wheeler Fanfic ||

Part 12 - Thunder Storm

{TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault}

Third Person POV:

The day went by fine, and then before anyone knew it, three weeks had passed.

Jane has been avoiding Mike and the party, while the party has been ignoring her. She's made other friends and apparently joined the popular kids crowd now, so that was amazing for pretty much anyone involved.

But something was wrong.

Mike wasn't doing well. Anyone around him could see it.

It was like there was a storm cloud above his head, he just radiated sad energy. He had a smile on his face most of the time, but it was usually fake.

It was snowing outside, meaning Mike couldn't skateboard to school anymore. His mother drove him, or Nancy if Karen wasn't available.

"Have a good day at school, sweetie," Karen says. Mike nods, leaving the car.

There was almost a foot of snow on the ground, and more snow falling from the cloudy sky. Some snowflakes were tiny, and some were big and fat. The small ones landed on his eyelashes and eyebrows, while both landed on his hair, giving him an ethereal glow.

He entered the building, and smiled when Will walked up to him.

"Hey, how are you?" Will asks, smiling at his friend.

"Good," Mike says as they start moving toward their lockers. "You? I hear the Art classes are going to participate in a competition?"

Will beams. "Yup," He says. "If we win we might have a chance to go to a national art competition too."

"That's amazing!" Mike says. They arrive at their lockers and put their stuff away, before they begin walking to their advisory. "Nothing special is happening in any of my classes except just that; classes." Will giggles at Mike's deadpan expression.

"Hey man," Lucas says, passing the two in the hallway.

The two arrive at their advisory, and move to their seats. The class starts, and like always it's boring hell.

Will looks over at Mike, and notices that the boy was looking out the window with a blank expression. Will frowned, he's been doing that a lot lately. Thankfully, advisory wasn't a real hard class, so it was alright if he spaces out.

Some memories from the night with Jane had been teasing Mike lately, although most of them were hazy and covered in a blurry effect.

"C'mon babe, just for a while?" Jane whispers seductively, sitting on his bed with half her clothes off already.

A tongue in his mouth. Being pressed against the bed.

"Please?" Jane whispers. "One more round?"

Someone touching his bare chest, before trailing their fingers down to his legs. Someone rubbing their hands all across his body. A whisper in his ear.

"Thanks babe, you made me feel so much better," Jane says, sitting up on the bed while Mike was half conscious, fading in and out of sleeping.

A giggle. A door shutting.

...

Mike rubs his eyes, looking up when he hears the bell ring.

"You good, man?" Dustin asks, standing over his desk with a frown on his face. "You've been spacing out all day,"

The ravenette nods quickly, standing up and grabbing his bag.

A ding came from his phone, and he glanced at it, before quickly pulling it out of Dustin's view.