Mike walked out or El 's room, looking distraught. Will stood up, face scrunched up in concern as he eyed Mike, "Mike? Is everything okay?"
Mike's eyes caught onto Will's and Will felt his heart drop as Mike set his jaw and stared back, "Can we talk Will? Alone?"
Will's concern only grew and he gave a little nod to his head, following Mike outside. The brunette eyed Mike wearily before carefully asking, "So... What's going on?"
A bitter laugh fell from Mike's lips, "The painting."
"...oh." will said softly, conflicted.
"You lied to me. You lied." Mike spat, turning to face Will with clenched fists. His eyes were filled with an undeniable anger as he glowered, "You knew I was struggling so much that you made up some lie. Was it fun? Lying to me about how El felt?"
"who said i lied?"
"...what?" Confusion twisted Mike's face as he eyed Will, "What do you mean who said you lied? El told me, Will I-"
"What? El told you?" The confusion was now his and he stared back in bewilderment as Mike nodded,
"Of course El told me. She said she never said that and she never commissioned the painting. Why would I believe you over my own girlfriend? I love her."
"i wasn't lying when i said she needed you though. sure, she didn't commission the painting, but everything else i said was her words. not mine."
Mike paused as he slowly registered Will's words, realization slowly dawning on him as he blinked, a deep-seated anger still on his face, but now it was mingled with hurt, "You're saying you knew how she felt but just said it in your own words then, right?"
Will hesitantly nodded his head and Mike let out an exasperated exhale, "You know how confused I was. You knew what that'd do," he gestured with his hands, "How could you have just played with me like that?"
"i wasn't lying-"
A sharp scoff left his mouth as he glared at Will, "You keep saying that, but you weren't. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew how it'd make me feel. God. You're just... So selfish Will. You just keep doing things like this for your own stupid reasons and never think about others,"
this time around, will didn't respond. he just sat there silently.
"It's always about you isn't it? And what you want, not even thinking about how others feel. I bet you don't even care how I feel right now." Mike spat and Will felt his anger begin to rise,
"That-I'm not selfish..." His voice quivered as Mike rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. Of course you're not, not in your eyes anyways. Your the hero in your eyes, always helping and always being a good person." The sarcasm was thick in Mike's tone and Will pursed his lips, but will remained silent.
Mike looked to the side, scoffing slightly, "Why do you always pretend to be this nice person? I'm so sick of pretending that you're just innocent, you're not. You're a prick. Acting like you care about others and wanting the best for everyone! You don't."
"You're acting like you're some martyr, giving up everything for everyone else but you're not. You put everyone above you. You give them your love and care, but you don't care about anyone but yourself." Mike snapped,
"You always do the right thing, right?" Mike snapped, "You're the hero in your story, always helping out and being the good guy."
"But what about me? What about what I need?! Do you ever stop to think of what I'd want? Nope. Just you!" Mike's breath was shaky as he spat the words,
