Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part One

          Hey guys! Before you read this I thought you should know, P.O.V. stands for point of view and (Y/N) stands for your name. Eleven (Jane) won't be in this story (even though I used her as a tag lol) because she complicates the spiciness between the reader and the character of Mike. In fact, in this story Mike would have never even met her. Also, this is going to contain strong language + lots of fluff (more so in the future chapters). This is gonna suck but if you still wanna read it, go ahead! :) 

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

          Though my mom had driven me all over Hawkins, I had trouble finding the school on my first day. She was off at work, so I had to get to school by bike, as I didn't know the school bus routes yet. When I finally found the school, I left my bike outside and went to search for where my first class was.

           The town had barely any people in it, but the hallways of the school were still bustling with students. Too many students, I thought to myself as I moved along.

           "Hey sweet heart," Someone said from behind me.

          I whipped around, my hair shifting from the motion, nearly dropping my folders and notebooks. There was a student looking at me, standing still. I looked at him for a few seconds, glancing behind me eventually to see if he was talking to someone else. When I turned back around, he was about two inches away from my face. Lightly gasping, I backed up into the lockers next to me, trying to get away. He placed his hands next to both of my shoulders so I couldn't walk away from him, leaning into the lockers.

Mike's P.O.V.

          Great. Late to class again. Good job Wheeler.

          I could see Dustin down the hallway, struggling to make his way towards me, frantically gesturing at me, mouthing words. What the heck is he doing?

          "MIKE!" He shouted, as if he needed too. I had already seen his desperation to get my attention. I lightly jogged over to him, letting him catch his breath for a moment before he started to talk.

          "Dude, " He heaved, "Troy's got some new girl-" He paused, exhaling, "-pinned to a locker." He breathed out.

          "Did you do anything?!" I said, beginning to walk away from Dustin in the direction he had came. He followed.

          "Hell no, I'm not touching that. Troy would have killed me! You know that!" Dustin exclaimed, exasperated. I grumbled, continuing to walk, increasing my speed.

          We rounded a corner and I saw Troy - just as Dustin had said - pushing an unfamiliar girl against a row of lockers. He was talking to her calmly and sternly, though I couldn't make out his words. The girl looked extremely uncomfortable, and I could tell that she wasn't too happy about her situation. I have to do something. Troy will mess me up if he's in the mood, but I need to at least try and help that girl.

          I looked on at the situation for a few moments before walking over.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

          I felt sick. I just wanted this kid to leave me alone already. It was such an uncomfortable experience that it was hard not to cry. Instead of crying I just looked at the student, trying to hide my despair, and probably failing. I noticed two students floating around my particular area, but I couldn't break my eye contact with this boy. I didn't want him to think I was an easy target, weak.