NEW GIRL! mileven au.

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"OKAY, as beckretary didn't give you your books, i assume you'll get them sometime today." mike said, as he stared into my empty locker.

i choked on the piece of gum i was chewing, as i couldn't help but laugh. "what the hell is a beckretary?"

"secretary beck. beckretary. get it?"

"not really." i closed my locker door, and then raised my eyebrows at him. "well, you're supposed to take me english. i have no idea where that is. would you care to show me?" i asked him.

"well of course. if i didn't, i wouldn't be doing my job as your noble tour guide."

he walked ahead of me. he was a tall boy, and he took long strides, so i had to run to catch up with him. when finally i caught up with him, i was out of breath and a bit sweaty.

"this is english class," mike smirked, and held the door open for me. "m'lady."

i stepped in, and looked around the classroom. everyone in the classroom looked at me. but of course they did. while most of the girls in the class had long, flowing locks, my hair was in a curly bob cut, and i didn't look like i came from indiana at all, with my t-shirt and shorts i was wearing to school.

mike walked to a seat, and pointed to the one next to it for me to sit in. "why are they all looking at you?"

"it's the hair, and the clothes. more the hair."

"okay," he replied, but raised his eyebrow. and suddenly everyone got quiet, and the teacher walked in the room. this was going to be a long, boring class...

a week later

everything was going well in hawkins, indiana. even school. mike introduced me to his friends, dustin, will, lucas, and max. max and i clicked right away, will and dustin as well, but lucas keeps giving me the side eye and i can't figure out why.

i have been lonely though. dad is gone for the week, on a business trip. i've been home alone.

it's wednesday. dustin drove me to school this morning, but he couldn't drive me home, unfortunately. so now, i was walking home by myself. joyous.

i stared at the sky, at the dark, stormy clouds above. and then, it started to rain, hard. "ah, crap!" i exclaimed, and used some of my books to cover my hair, but it was no use.

i ran towards the nearest house, and rang the doorbell one, two, three, four, five times. after the fifth time, it swung open.

the door finally opened, and low and behold, there stood mike wheeler. how convenient.