Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 27 I'm Sorry

Y/n sat in Will's office after school, waiting for him to finish whatever he had to do. None of them had spoken to each other ever since the 'little' fight the both of them had this morning.

Despite being angry at the situation of everyone in her fucking business about her father's death, she still felt bad about snapping at Will.

After all he was just trying to help, for fuck sakes he took her into his care, inviting her into his home as a guest until graduation.

Y/n was seated down, looking at her surroundings, noticing the miniature microwave that most teachers had to heat up their lunch.

She noticed how plain the room was, remembering how in the beginning of the year it was all decorated in friendly quotes about friendship and the power of knowledge or some cheesy shit like that.

Y/n internally smirked, knowing that Will despise having to put on the stupid teachers act that wave and say 'good morning' when it's like 7 in the morning.

Y/n remembered the first interaction the both of them had, both her and Will having resting bitch face.

===Flashback===
"So..." Will said which made Y/n look up from her book, raising her eyebrow.

"So?" Y/n bore into Will's eye who furrowed his eyes.

"So don't you have any friends downstairs that want to eat lunch with you?" Will pulled out his lunch, a simple box of Lunchables, making Y/n snort a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Will smirked, pulling out his KitKat and popping it into his mouth.

"Well to answer your first question, no. All of the students down there hate me, new freshmen means I'm a victim. Someone had the audacity to trip me and tell me to polish their shoe." Y/n squinted her eyes at the Male who stared at her with a bland expression.

"And to answer your second question, you're eating a Lunchable." Y/n said plainly to which Will looked at her an offended look.

"Well excuse me I didn't know we had a potential bitch in the room." Will said unfazed to which Y/n scoffed jokingly.

"How professional." Y/n raised her book up to her face, trying to hide her massive grin. "You're not like other teachers are you."

"Define other teachers." Will said.

"Well for one you used profanity towards a student." Y/n used air quotes around 'profanity towards a student' and used a smug sound to act like a suck-up.

"And second off I always see you so, bored like you're just done giving a fuck". Y/n now invested in the conversation her and Will were having.

Will grabbed a bouncy ball out of the drawer of his desk, tossing it up in the air as he threw his feet on the desk. "Yeah well I'm not going to turn out like those teachers who say good morning, cause in reality their divorced, their ex is taking the kids, their mortgage in due and their total in debt."

Y/n rolled her head back in laughter, earning Will a nice chuckle at her reaction. "Why do specific?" Y/n said in between laughs.

"Because it's true! I'm not joking, when teachers have a get together, maybe a meeting or something like that, the women always have a conversation about their kids and their husband who runs some business which in reality he is definitely fucking his secretary." Y/n shrugged her shoulders in agreement, knowing that it's always the case.

"So, enough about me. What's your name kiddo?" Will tossed his feet off of the desk placing the bouncy ball back in his drawer.

"Y/n, and you're the librarian that everyone knows and loved."  Y/n said sarcastically.

"Well duh, everyone loves the super cool librarian that says hi to everybody who walks through those run down doors that totally don't squeal when you open them. For real I actually have to get that door fixed, it gives me a headache."

Will spun around in his spiny chair before inching closer to Y/n outstretching his hand. "Will Graham. And don't bother trying to call me Mr. Graham, makes me feel old." Y/n chuckled before shaking his hand.

This was gonna be one hell of a first year for her

===End of flashback===
Y/n smiled softly, remembering how much fun the both of them have had, the laughs, the fights, and the boring moments between the 2.

And in every bad situation that Y/n had gone through, Will was always there for her, comforting her in the best way possibly.

He was more of a father than her actual father ever was.

"Y/n?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by Will who was standing in the doorway of his office, looking at her with sympathetic eyes. "It's time to go."

"You're done already?" Y/n said, not even noticing the time being about 8 in the afternoon.

"Yeah I mean, I just had to organize some files. Nothing out of the ordinary." Y/n nodded in acknowledgement, glancing put the window and noticed how the sun was setting.

"So...you ready to go?" Y/n pursed her lips and grabbed her bag, not wanting to waste any more of Will's time.

They both walked out of the library, Will turning off all the lights and locking the doors before walking out of the building and to his car.

"Hey Y/n, I just want to apologize. I was just tired but I was listening to you, it just... I mean you know, a monster doesn't sound reasonable. They don't exist." Will tried consoling Y/n who watched the street, noticing the cars that would pass them.

"No, no you're right it's just...
I saw these eyes. They were blood red but when it saw me it's like they changed colors, like its eyes were telling their emotion." Y/n agreed with Will yet she couldn't get her finger off of who or what had killed her father.

She couldn't help but feel deep down she knew those eyes, she knew someone whose eyes would change color like that show emotion.

But who?

"Well maybe you were seeing things, maybe it was the lighting." Will consoled but Y/n shook her head.

"It was completely pitch black, like if I put my hand in front of my face I wouldn't see it, but the eyes. It was the only source of light yet it didn't glow. I don't know." Y/n sighed, trying to ignore that gut feeling that she knew who it was.

Now that she was thinking about it, Pennywise hadn't texted in the group chat today.

How odd...