"hes tiny!"
"shut your mouth, lucas." i growled, watching the small boy scramble to grab his stuff, which was spilt all over the floor. the small boy was named will, will byers, known for not talking.
troy harrington needs to leave that boy alone.
troy walked over and pushed will to the floor, causing things to scatter again. i walked over without a word. "what is it, frogface?" troy asked, "leave will alone, it makes you look pathetic." i mumble, "pathetic?! im the opposite of pathetic." he laughs cruelly, "you sure about that, prick?" i swing my fist and punch him square in the nose, grabbing his shirt and looking at him.
"you wont touch will again, got it, cunt?" i mumble to him as his nose bleeds. "i-i-i wont t-touch h-him," he says quietly, shaking underneath my grip. "good." i drop him and help will up, smiling. troy runs off and starts crying.
"im mike wheeler, youre will byers, and now were friends."
