One more minute ~ byler

Chapter 8

Wednesday 21st of November 1989

Will's POV

It had been almost a week since I gave Mike Wheeler a hand job. We both woke up in my bed in nothing but our boxers but Mike said he didn't remember what happened and we must have fallen asleep together because I was upset about Chance. I lied and said I didn't remember either. I remember everything though. It'll be something I'll never forget. The way it felt like the whole world stopped when his lips met mine. It all felt so natural, like there was nothing else that mattered in that moment. I haven't stopped thinking about it. I haven't stopped hoping that one day he'll want to do it again and I don't care if people call me a fag or call it wrong, because at that moment nothing felt more right.

I was my history class with Max, though we weren't really paying much attention. Mike was in English I think with El and Lucas and we all had pe together next class. I hadn't told anyone about me and Mike yet and I didn't know if I was going to. I didn't want to throw Mike under the bus for something he didn't even remember. I don't even know what topic we were doing, the only thing in my copybook so far were a few rounds of hangman. Max had began to take notes but I just kept staring into space, replaying those moments with Mike over in my head.

"Will. Wiilll."I snapped out of my trance and turned to Max who had been waving her hand in my face.
"What's up with you? You look like somethings on your mind." I winced when she said to me. Was it really that obvious? I thought I was being pretty slick but I guess not. No fucking way I'm telling her about this now though.
"Nothing, was just zoned out." I said shortly to her. I really didn't want her to know in case she said something to the others and Mike found out. I didn't want him to look at me differently when our friendship was going so well.
"I'm gonna get it out of you soon don't worry bout' it." Max smirked to herself, turning back to the lesson. I really don't think she understood this was actually serious but if I told her that she'd know I lied, so I just stayed quiet and hoped she wouldn't bring it up again, which knowing Max was impossible.

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When the bell rang to dismiss us, we gathered our things and headed to our lockers for our pe bags.
"Hey Will!" Dustin just appeared behind my locker door when I closed it, and it made me jump slightly.
"Hi," I said with a sigh, slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder. "how was English?"
"Boring as always, you?"
"History was shit, we just revised the civil war. But Will wouldn't have been able to tell you that as he wasn't listening, hm?" Max butted in, nudging my shoulder when she said the last bit. She really wasn't going to let this go was she. I just sent her a look and the three of us continued toward the pe hall.

Max went into the girls changing room and me and Dustin went into the men's. It wasn't too full so people must've gotten here early or they were just running late I don't know. I took no notice to the few people getting changed and began to get changed myself. I changed into some grey tracksuit bottoms and took my jumper and t-shirt off to put on my sports one. As I was searching through my bag to find my t-shirt I heard more people come in the door. I quickly turned to see who it was and did a double take when I saw Mike. Staring at me.  shirtless. I caught his eye and he immediately looked away, getting flustered. Now that was extremely suspicious. Even if he didn't remember, I had been thinking he only did that with me because he was drunk. And horny. But the way his face went immediately red as if he was caught doing something terrible changed what I thought of the situation. It gave me a bit of hope.

We finished getting changed and came out of changing rooms together into the big hall to see.. Troy? And his fucking posse. Why the fuck were they here? They never have pe at the same time as us.

"Beeeeeep!!!" Went the teacher's whistle, grabbing everyone's attention as they gathered around the teacher. I looked to Lucas beside me and saw he was also confused on why Troy was here.
"As you can see, we have had to merge classes because the other pe teacher took the day off, and since there are too many students to play games in small groups, we are just going to have one big game of dodgeball." Everyone cheered when the teacher said that. I never understood why people liked dodgeball so much. All you do is throw balls at each other.

The teacher made the teams by splitting the huddle down the middle, which meant we were all on one of the teams with all of Troy's friends on the other. I knew we probably wouldn't win but I didn't really care, I just wanted pe to end.
"Remember! Hit waist down guys!" With that light warning the whistle blew again and both teams ran to grab the balls and start getting people out. It wasn't going too bad, the teams were actually pretty even. Lucas was good at this kind of thing and some of basketball friends were also on the team. Dustin and El had been knocked out but the rest of us were still in. I started to actually get the hang of it to be honest. I had a ball in my hand and was focusing on Andy in the corner to get him and out and-

BAM! Full force a ball was thrown straight into the middle of my face, making me drop my ball and leaving me slightly dazed. My nose began throbbing in pain and I looked around to see who had done it. Of fucking course, Troy was stood there looking as smug as ever, high fiving Jason. The teacher was to busy reading some book to give a shit and the game just kept on going. Mike and Lucas ran over to me and the others just stared daggers into Troy from the bench.
"Will are you okay?" Lucas asked hurriedly. As he said that to me, blood began to gush out of my nose and I quickly cupped my hand under it, running out of the hall to the nearest bathroom.

"Will!" I heard Mike calling out to me while running after me. I couldn't really wait for him though as I had to clean this up so I just ran into the stall but left it open, hoping he'd find me. The bathroom was empty and I started to hurriedly pull toilet paper out of the dispenser. Mike quickly came in after me and locked the stall door behind him
"Will, put your head down and squeeze the bridge of your nose, the bony part." He led my fingers to the bridge of my nose with his own and put the toilet seat down so I could sit on it. I did as he said and he leaned back against the door, looking at me with concern.

"This is so fucked up. They fuck with you any chance they get for nothing. The fat fucking cunts have nothing better to do with their time than put other people in pain. And the teacher didn't even do anything?! What the fuck was that about I don't get it. You don't deserve this it's not fair-"
"Mike." He I tried to butt in but he kept rambling.
"Mike." I reached out and grabbed his wrist to get his attention and he stopped, looking me in the eye. By then, my nosebleed had stopped and I was just in the stall to not go back to class.
"It's okay, seriously." His expression softened when I reassured him and he smiled slightly.
"Its just that now my face is getting better now yours got fucked up." We both laughed at his joke and just sat in silence, enjoying each other's company.
"I don't think it'll leave a mark, I'll be fine." I had a point. Usually noses don't bruise unless they're broken, and mine didn't feel like it was.

We both agreed on skipping the rest of pe and next class, since it was the last of the day anyways. We went back to the changing room, got our things and snook back to our dorm, dodging any possibles sightings by teachers. Skipping classes with Mike was kind of becoming a habit, which wasn't going to help me keep my scholarship. That was a problem for future me though.

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A/N

Thank you for reading another chapter!
Sorry for not making them get together after what happened but I have to make the story more then ten chapters 🤷‍♂️
Exciting things are coming I promise so if you liked it make sure to vote and comment thanks 🙏

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