Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Thirteen

45 year olds back off

I'm scared

Oh btw (Y/H/C) = Your Hair Color

And I guess (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color (just for the future, its not in this chapter)

Mike's P.O.V. + Short Time Skip (It's Now Monday Morning, At The School)

"Thanks for the ride, Mike. Even though I didn't need one." Said (Y/N) as she got off of my bike.

"No problem." I said back. I liked giving her rides.

I laced my fingers with hers, walking with very little distance between us. I wanted to be ready if Troy showed up. I didn't think he would, considering what had happened the last time we met.

Once again, people were staring at us. (Y/N) was looking at the ground. Maybe she was trying to avoid the onlookers eyes.

"Are they dating?" I heard someone whisper from behind us.

"Mike Wheeler and a girl? " Another whisper rang out. Maybe people were making comments now because we were holding hands. I didn't want (Y/N) to have even more to think about, so I tried to let go of her hand, but she just tightened her grip.

"It's fine." She said as a singular wolf-whistle sounded. She looked around for a moment, trying to find the source of the call. "Wow. I'm having flashbacks."

I laughed quietly at her comment. She didn't seem to be really bothered by any of this.

A sudden shriek came front behind us. I glanced back to see Troy, shoving a random kit into the lockers, just to get by him.

"Wheeler!" He bayed. He had a grisly bruise that covered a large portion of his face.

Oh shit.

Despite being absolutely terrified, I put myself in front of (Y/N) so that Troy wouldn't be able to get to her.

"Mike, we gotta go!" (Y/N) said, tugging me back.

"And l-let him win? No way." I declared, even though all I wanted to do was run. I tore myself out of her grip and faced Troy.

He slowed his approach once he reached punching distance.

Jesus, he's a lot more scary when he's not harassing (Y/N)...

All he had now was me to focus on.

The other students in the hallway began to form a circle around us, sensing the tension that was probably going to be released through some sort of fight. The kids were all pushing each other and leaning in, trying to get a good view of the three of us.

"First, you almost knock me out," He started, "Then, you take this lovely girl from me." He continued, pointing at (Y/N), who hadn't budged from her spot behind me. She was brave for staying. "Got anything to say for yourself?"

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be brave like (Y/N), but this was about as far as my bravery went. All I could do was stand there, and make sure he didn't hurt her.

"That's what I thought." He said, retracting his arm. I braced for the impact of his fist colliding with my face, closing my eyes.

Then, I felt someone from behind me rip me out of my position. I was thrown to the outskirts of the circle. I opened my eyes and saw that (Y/N) had taken over my previous position. Troy's fist was still coming at her. I panicked for a moment, not wanting (Y/N) to get hurt. I regained my stability, only to see (Y/N) grab Troy's wrist before his fist was able to connect with her. She twisted it in a painful looking motion. A loud crack came from his arm before he screamed in pain. The entire crowd of kids winced at the sound. (Y/N) released his arm and he fell back, scampering off as he pushed through the crowd of onlookers. There were a few moments of silence and whispering before everyone began to cheer.