Dangerously yours 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 (Max Mayfield x fem oc)

Prolouge ―୨୧⋆ ˚

     Brooklyn could feel the tears coming to her eyes, her throat stung with them. Here, in this room full of people she used to know she feels utterly alone.

The boys had been avoiding her all evening. The only one who actually spoke to her, aside from her brother, was Lucas. She hadn't realized how mad they really were about her choice to leave the party. She was just so tired of being the only girl. As much as she loved the boys, she knew that she would never be a real member. She was only there out of pity because nobody at school would ever be her friend.

Meeting Eleven had been a breath of fresh air. Even if she only knew a few sentences, it was nice to have somebody that understands what you're going through. It was like just her presence validated all of those feelings, the ones that she wouldn't dare tell the boys.

Still, did she really have to cut them out of her life? It wasn't their fault that they couldn't understand. How could they? The mind of a teenage girl is much too complex for anyone to understand. She was no better than her friends, Angela and Stacy, just blowing people off for no good reason.

In fact, it was worse, she was blowing off the only people who had actually cared about her because someone else had given her ten seconds of attention.

These thoughts rose in her brain like bubbles in boiling water, nearly overflowing. They disgusted her, made her hate herself and everything that she was.

"I think I'm going to go get some air." She mumbled to Will, who barely looked up. The tears were in her voice now, her words were doused in them. She nearly ran out of the arcade. The October air slapped her skin, bringing her back to reality. Salty tears warmed her cheeks. She sat down on the sidewalk and let her head fall into her hands. Her sobs came out loud and ugly. Snot was coming from her nose but she was too tired to care. She just sat there, not able to do anything but cry.

Minutes later, she heard the creak of the door hinge. She rushed to clear her tears and wipe her nose with the back of her sleeve before looking behind her. To her surprise she saw her brother, staring off into space. Much too embarrassed to say something she just sat there confused. Not long after, Mike hurried out, looking concerned.

"Will? Are you okay?" he asked. Will gasped like he was he had been woken from a bad dream and began nodding profusely.

"Yeah I just-" he paused, looking around the empty parking lot with a dazed expression.

"I needed some air." he glanced at Brooklyn and then back up to Mike. Mike gave Brooklyn a vague, disapproving look, and then put an arm around Will."

"Come on. You're up on Dig Dug." and with that, they made their way into the arcade.

"Great," Brooklyn thought, "not only am I a shitty daughter but I'm also a shitty sister." she sighed and hoped that the night would end.

Notes: I wrote this a while ago and it's low-key trash but I am too lazy to rewrite it lmaooo💀 but pls lmk (nicely) if u hv any tips for my writing bc I wanna improve <3 I hope you enjoyed it even tho it was kinda shitty, better chapters will (hopefully) be coming soon.