Finn Wolfhard Characters

Meeting Miles

As I walked to history, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned my head to see Richie and two other guys.
"What class do you have?"
He asks, walking beside me as he pushes his glasses up. The two other boys walked behind us, talking to each other. I didn't recognise them.
"History."
"Sucks for you. I got art."
He says with a grin.
"Luckyyy."
"I know."
He says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
I roll my eyes playfully and stop in front of my history class.
"Cya, Richie."
I say, waving to him.
He waved back then carries on walking. I could hear him talking to the other two. The only things I could make out were their names. Apparently they were called Stan and Bill. Anyway, I walked into the classroom, and, obviously, the teacher told me to introduce myself.
I walk in front of the classroom.
"I'm Y/N, and I just moved here."
I say, then look back at the teacher to see what seat to sit at. As the teacher looked around for a spare seat, I couldn't help but notice that there was this one dude staring at me. He had messy hair and tired eyes. He was skinny and wore a red sweater with holes in it. Kinda creepy.
"How about there?"
The teacher says, snapping me out of my thoughts. The teacher was pointing to the seat next to the creepy guy. Cool. I walk over to my seat and sit down. The lesson was normal, but I, for some reason, felt someone staring at me. I tried to ignore it though. The lesson went by pretty quickly, and the teacher soon dismissed us. I got up from my seat and took my stuff. The creepy guy was already walking out the door. I soon also went out of the door and towards my next lesson: Art. Hm. Guess I did have art. I quickly arrived at art, and went inside.
"Y/N! Introduce yourself please."
"I'm Y/N, and I'm new here."
I say, getting pretty used to saying it.
The teacher nodded and I asked where to sit.
"Anywhere would be fine, sweetheart."
The teacher said. I nodded and awkwardly went to a random seat. Next to me sat a guy who was most definitely a jock. Anyway, the lesson started, but just as the teacher started talking, the creepy kid burst into the room.
"Miles! You are late!"
The teacher exclaimed, staring at 'Miles'.
"I know."
He said, and walked right in front of me.
"You're in my seat."
He says sternly, staring down at me.
"Oh, sorry."
I say and get up, then take my stuff and take an empty seat in front of him instead.
Miles sat down in his seat quietly. The lesson went on, and nothing interesting happened. But, I still felt like someone was staring at me.
By the end of the lesson, I had drawn a self portrait.
"Amazing, Y/N!"
The teacher said after I showed her the picture.
The lesson soon ended and I got up, as well as everyone else. I grabbed my things and just as I was about to leave, I heard a whisper in my ear.
"Nice drawing."
It said. I look up and see Miles walking past me. Thanks.. I guess? Shit. I just realised, he's the dude Trevor was talking about. The dude Trevor said to avoid. I sighed and walked out of the classroom, feeling slight butterflies in my stomach. Was it from.. Miles? No. It can't be. I kept walking. It was lunch now, so maybe that could take my mind off of Miles.

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