Can't Help Falling In Love. ~ A Mileven Fanfiction. {COMPLETED}

Part Ten:- "Higher Than Average."

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As El was getting some things from her locker, she saw Mike, but he was almost unrecognisable. He had bruises scattered across his face and a few cuts on his lip and fists, just like Will.

But Eleven didn't feel bad for him, considering what he said about her parents.

Suddenly, Harrison popped up in front of El, making her jump a little.

"Hey.", he said as he moved in closer to his girlfriend.

"Hi."

Harrison placed his hands around El's waist on slowly moved them lower and lower, but his hands quickly moved back up.

"What's the matter?"

"Can we take this..slow? I don't want to be rushing into things so soon."

"Oh right, yeah. That's fine. Sorry."

"It's okay. No need to apologise.", El gave Harrison a quick kiss before smiling and going to her next class.

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After school, Joyce and El were called into the principals office.

"Hello, Mrs Byers-", greeted the principal as Joyce and Eleven walked into the room.

"Miss.", replied Joyce, correcting him.

"Sorry, Miss Byers. I've invited you and your daughter here to discuss a few things about her academical development-"

"Look, Mr. Winston, I know my daughter isn't as brighter as the other kids. I mean, she hasn't ever had an education for the last 16-years-"

"Actually, Miss Byers, I think your daughter's performance in this school is higher than average. In fact, many other schools have noticed her intelligence and one in particular wants her to be transferred over there."

"Which school is it?"

"A private school just outside Hawkins, North Cestrian."

"Oh wow, that's a great school. But it's quite expensive."

"They've offered Jane a place there as free as charge."

"What? Really?! That's great!"

"Indeed. So are you going to accept the offer?"

"Well, that's up to Jane.", said Joyce as she looked beside to her to her daughter.
But El wasn't smiling, instead she seemed upset.

Abruptly, the 16-year-old girl rushed out the room and to the girl's restrooms where she washed her face with the cold water and stared at herself in the mirror.

Quickly, Joyce hurried to Eleven.

"Hey, what's the matter?", she asked rubbing her back.

"I-I don't want to. I don't want to move school."

"Sweetie, you don't have to. You have a say in this too."

"But it's a good school. You want me to go there, don't you?"

"No, not if you don't want to. Now come on, we'll go talk to Mr. Winston then go home, okay?"

"Okay."

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