Byler Oneshots

He is not into me (Part 16)

Will:-

"Why would I be embarrassed? Is Max here?" I asked, still groggy.

She chuckled. "If it was Max, she'd have come in without my permission, you know her." I smiled at the thought, but she continued,

"It's Mike."

My smile faded, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. I felt cold and yet warm inside, as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over me. Why is he here? In my house? Coming to see me?

I was scared, too scared to confront him right now. "Mom, please, I don't want to see him," I pleaded. She was about to say something, but then she noticed me biting my nails, a habit that showed my anxiety. She seemed to understand and didn't push further.

"I'll tell him that, but you have to talk to him later, okay?" she said softly.

I nodded quickly. With that, Mom left my room, closing the door gently behind her. I couldn't avoid Mike forever. I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

I searched for my phone on the ground where I had neglected it. Finally finding it, I opened it to see numerous missed calls and messages from Mike.

The first few messages were:

Mike: Hey, how are you doing now?
Mike: Are you okay? Please let me know.
Mike: Can we talk? I'm really worried.

Mike: Are you upset with me?

I scrolled down further to see his last message:

Mike: I'm coming over to your house. I'm really worried about you.

Despite everything, I missed him deeply. His messages showed he genuinely cared, but the situation with Jane and the confusion it brought still lingered heavily on my mind.

I sighed and went back to sleep again. After an hour, I heard my door open and someone sitting on my bed.

"Will?" I opened my eyes to see Max looking at me with her worried eyes.

"What?" I mumbled and closed my eyes again.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

I opened my eyes again, confused. "Yeah, I guess." She sighed in relief and laid down next to me, pushing me a bit. Typical Max—personal space didn't exist in her world. I was on my side, and she was on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"He sounded like you were dying," she trailed off.

I looked at her. "What?"

She looked back at me and continued, "Mike called me and said that I have to check on you because you weren't answering your phone."

A mix of emotions surged through me—frustration, confusion, and an undeniable warmth. Despite everything, Mike's concern touched me deeply. I blinked and mumbled, "Mike...."

Max smiled. "I guess he just cares about you a lot." Then she asked, "Why aren't you answering him?"

When she asked me why I wasn't talking to Mike, I told her about the Jane incident. I could see her anger rising as I spoke.