Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Seventeen

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

I hopped off of Mike's bike, still feeling sleepy. I dreaded walking through those school doors.

I had gotten little sleep last night. I was too busy worrying about Troy.

"Are you alright?" Mike asked, "You look pale..."

"I'm peachy." I replied, a little bit harsher than I had wanted to. Mike looked to the ground.

"Sorry." He said quietly.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just worried." I explained.

He didn't ask what I was worried about. It must have been obvious enough.

He offered his hand to me, and I took it. We pushed through the front doors of the school. Ignoring the routine whispers from some of the students, we slipped between cliques and lone teachers, making our way to our lockers. The other kids must have forgotten about my victory with Troy yesterday, because they were back to judging me and Mike. Our hands finally fell apart and we went off to arrange our items.

I rushed at my locker, eager to get to my first class and out of that hallway. I knew that Troy would be around here somewhere, so I needed to hurry.

Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough.

I saw Troy's faint outline, which I had practically trained myself to recognize, approach me from the corner of my eye. My heart rate increased rapidly as he walked directly behind me.

But then, he kept walking. He didn't stop to harass me, or even look at me.

Relief washed over me, but I was once again touched by that feeling of curiosity.

Could he be feeling guilty right now? Is that why he walked right by me? Maybe he's even... Sorry?

I didn't know if it was too much to assume. He could have just not seen me.

If Troy was sorry or guilty, he probably wouldn't be able to understand what he was feeling. He had understood out in the woods what he felt, but that part of him was nearly inaccessible.

*Flashback*

"I love you!"

*End Of Flashback*

I slammed my locker shut and ran off to my first class, wanting to meet up with Mike again.

Mike's P.O.V.

I was worried that (Y/N) would find herself with Troy. I didn't want to let her out of my sight, but our lockers weren't next to each other. I kept glancing back at her, checking to see if she was alright.

I was so busy twisting around trying to see her every three seconds, that I didn't see someone walking straight towards me.

They bumped into me in a way that seemed deliberate. I managed to not drop anything that I was carrying.

"Oh, sorry Wheeler. Did I hit you?" Troy said, with the opposite of remorse.

He walked away, without looking back.

Does he seriously not care about what happened at all? He's acting like he never did anything.

I watched him walk towards (Y/N), and I started to panic.

But... He walked right past her.

Did he not see her? He must have. He walked directly beside her! Why would he only want to bother me and not her?