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Under Your Skin

NOTE: I have no intention of making Finn Wolfhard or Millie Bobby Brown uncomfortable in any way. I'm only using these two as characters. Just putting that out there ❤

"Does it burn when I'm not there?"

My feet already hurt. The vast majority of people were thrilled to be back in school, but there was a slim few who wanted the gun handed to them because they felt like they had no other choice. One of those people was me. Usually I separate my summer life and my school life, but this year I wanted to change it up. My mother warned me about changing my attitude, because even I knew it wouldn't get me anywhere. If I want to spice up my junior year, I have to try something new.

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I looked around the room to find my name on a little piece of paper taped to my seat. It's funny how that piece of paper determines your success in the class; can I see the board? Who's my lab partner? Will someone really tall sit in front of me? I found my name on a table near the center of the room. I peeled the index card off the table and held it between my fingers. It had retained the moisture from the muggy classroom. This is why I liked winter— I didn't have to worry about melting into a pool of boiling flesh. I wiped a small bead of sweat from my forehead. I looked at the index card next to mine. This person would be my lab partner for the rest of the year. I expected someone I knew, but when I looked at the pink cursive writing on the card it read,

Finn Wolfhard

A name I haven't seen before. I wasn't necessarily popular (if that's even a thing) but I still knew names. I slammed my book bag down next to me and I took out my phone. 1 minute until first class starts. Where is this kid? God forbid he misses the icebreakers! I felt my eyes roll after hearing my own sarcastic remark in my head.

30 minutes into Chemistry, and I realize this kid isn't coming. When the bell rang, I hurried out of the classroom, because I knew my next class was air conditioned. I felt the sweat soaking through my socks, and my sun kissed legs were a little damp. I soon find out that my best friend, Natalia, is in my study hall. Unfortunately, we don't have any other classes together. She crosses he long legs over another and gives me a smirk.

"So," she starts; I roll my eyes, "see any cuties yet? Anyone new?" I give a smile and a huff at the same time.

"Nope. But that's not what I'm here for, you know this." She slaps my arm and laughs. She laughs at everything, but it's ok. I like her laugh. She runs her fingers through her extremely wavy hair and flips it to one side. She snaps her gum between her teeth and points her finger towards the front of the class.

"He's pretty cute, mills. Why don't you go for a senior boy?" I scrunch up my nose and shake my head.

"Charlie? No. I haven't heard him speak...ever. He sure does look different though." Natalia tilts her head and raises her eyebrows, still looking at the lengthy Boy. I could already tell this was going to be a long year. Natalia graduates this year, so she's going to want to party hard—and of course, dragging me along. I don't think I'm doing well on my new attitude so far.

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On the third day of school, I fan myself with my chemistry folder. Mostly everyone sat on their phones, waiting for class to start. A few other people had private conversations going on; there was a giggle every now and then. Just as the bell was about to ring, a tall boy shoved his way into the classroom, barley making it. He wore a denim jacket and black jeans. Wasn't he hot? It's like 80 degrees in here. He didn't have anything with him either. No folder, notebook, pen, not even book bag. The teacher seemed to know him though. Mrs. Byers pointed to the seat next to me. He took one deep breath in and made his way over to our lab table with no emotion on his face. I realized I was staring, so I broke my gaze and focused my attention to the board. I felt a blush creep onto my face. Why was I blushing? When he sat down, he created a wind that somewhat relieved my heated skin for only a moment. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He ran a hand across his face and sighed loudly, causing Mrs. Byers to look our way.

"Already starting the year off like this, huh mister wolfhard?" He shrugged, and the class turned their attention to him. A smirk crept onto his face and he sat up a little.

"I'll behave. I promise." He looked to me for a moment, but I looked away. I looked out the window, attempting to play it off cool. Mrs. Byers shook her head and continued the notes on the board. I tried my hardest to focus, but I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face. I could tell he wanted to say something by the way he was sitting in his chair. In the last 5 minutes of the class, I decided to take out my phone and scroll on Instagram. He inched closer to me, almost like he was trying to read over my shoulder. I heard him open his mouth and take a breath before speaking.

"You know," I turn to look him in the eyes, "you shouldn't go on your phone so much, it rots your brain." I make sort of a annoyed face, but I also felt myself smile.

"Maybe I want my brain to rot."

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o finn the bad boy (kinda) let's see where this goes ;)