Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Four

You know whas scary? I checked my analytics today and apparently over half of the people readin this are over the age of 45... I know people lie about their age and stuff on websites and crap but thas still a lil weird... anyways heres anotha chapter (it's gonna contain sum sensitive stuffs so don't freak)

oh btw real quick jus so u guys know, this story takes place in November, 1986 (as of now) and the kids are in their sophomore year (if I did the maths right). I think its roit cause ST 2 took place in like October-December, 1984, which means that their:

eighth grade school year took place in 1984-1985,

ninth grade school year took place in 1985-1986,

and tenth grade school year took place in 1986-1987.

Tell meh if u think thas wrong

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

Today I had walked to the school. The bike ride was relatively short, and walking didn't take much longer. Luckily my mom hadn't noticed that my bike was missing, and by the time I was awake, she had gone to work, so she didn't see me leave the house without it. When I got to the school, my bike was luckily still there.

I hastily shoved all of the books that I didn't need into my locker. I had to see Mike. My need to apologize to him had become greater over night apparently. After shuffling a few folders and notebooks around in my locker and fumbling with them in my hands, I was ready to go to class and talk to him. It was only my second day, but the ordeal seemed routine already.

I turned around, and to my disappointment, the ordeal was indeed very routine. Troy stood behind me with his arms crossed, smirking. I backed up a small amount.

"Hey babe," He said, unfolding his arms and leaning against the lockers the same way he had done the day before.

"Wha... What?" I said, trying to duck under one of his arms. He abandoned his position and grabbed my shoulder as I tried to scurry away, pulling me back roughly. He spun me around so I was facing him once more. I was afraid.

"Please just... leave me alone..." I said. He sighed and loosened his grip, but he still kept his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off and tried to back up, still facing him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get away from me, baby?" He said slowly in a low tone. He took my head in his hands and leaned in towards me, placing a kiss on my lips. He dragged me closer to him and I tried to push away but it didn't do anything. There were no other students in the hallway at the time, so I had no one to help me. He continued to kiss me for what felt like forever and I noticed that he'd been slowly turning me until my back faced the lockers again. He pushed me into them, caring little about how much pain I experienced. I failed to suppress several whimpers, which only seemed to make him become more aggressive. I can't even defend myself from one student... Gosh I'm useless. I tried desperately to hold back my tears. One single drop fell down my face. He saw it and his eyes lit up as he kept going.

Mike's P.O.V.

I slammed my locker shut and started speed walking down the hallway. Why am I late every single day?! All I wanted was to be on time today! I need to see (Y/N)...

I whipped around a corner and stopped dead in my tracks. I saw Troy, holding (Y/N) in place against a row of lockers. Kissing her. She was definitely not enjoying herself.

She had her her hands on his chest trying to force him off her, but it did no good.

Traditionally, people called me a nice kid. They'd say I was one of the nicest people they'd known sometimes. That was why is surprised me when I was overcome with a sense of anger so great that my mind went blank. Even when Troy was doing absolutely nothing I wanted to punch him in the face, but this, this made me want to kill him.