Michael Afton x reader.

First Period (TW, BEWARE)

When Michael and I got to the school, we waved goodbye to Elizabeth and Evan and headed into the building. It seemed pretty new, maybe being built only 5 years prior, but pretty modern. My first period was Algebra, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. While I was mostly an A student I still had a much easier time in that class. I enjoyed the feeling of being able to sit down and focus on numbers, and it helped me to distract myself from my home life.

It didn't help that my parents split and I had to move from Texas to Utah, and eventually from Salt Lake City to the middle of nowhere Hurricane with my distant mom and her abusive boyfriend. I had to grow up faster than I should have, and I had the mind of an adult but the undeveloped brain of a child. I felt I would never fit in. Then I found math. The one main thing that I was good at and actually enjoyed, and eventually became a way to cope with all the pain. I began to worry, however. I didn't want Mike to think of me as a nerd and stop hanging out with me. I was bullied in my last school because I was a nerd, would he change his mind about me?

I shook my head and decided to focus on the class. It was only the first day and we already had homework, however it looked like it was just a worksheet to show what we knew. I filled out all my answers and turned in the paper, only to realize that I was the first. I got a few weird looks from the other kids, and immediately began to feel nervous. I tried to slow my racing heart but breathing normally, but eventually I could feel my control slipping. I needed to steady myself so I went to the bathroom to calm down, only to see Mike in the hallway. He took one look at me and had a look of concern on his face. Or was it disgust? I couldn't tell so I just nodded and went to lock myself in a bathroom stall. 

Eventually, my breathing slowed down and I sat for awhile before heading back to class. I mentally told myself it would be ok, and to not worry, but I still felt that panic lingering like a ghost. The minute I exited the bathroom I was met by Michael, who apparently had hid in the boys bathroom and waited for me to come out in order to not get called out by the teachers. " Are you ok?" he asked, with subtle hints of concern despite his seemingly nonchalant nature. I put on a small, fake smile and lied. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed to get out of that class because it was so boring". I internally cringed at the lie, but had decided to stick with it. He frowned at this, but it quickly faded as he suggested that we head back to class and meet at lunch after 2nd period. I agreed and nearly ran back to my classroom. I had to finish the period, because if the school called my parents it would be the end of the world for me.