Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Eighteen

Sorry for the lack of uploads! You know... Christmas and News Years and all. It's hard to get out chapters sometimes (even though this story is pretty much completely planned out already).

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(H/C) = hair color (just for future reference)

Mike's P.O.V.

Why would she go without a struggle? What is he, her best friend? She should be terrified of him. I know she's terrified of him!

First he doesn't do anything to her this morning, and now they're together somewhere? She didn't even tell me where she was going! What if something goes wrong? Was she seriously not thinking of that?

I tore myself out of Lucas' grip. I was going to find them.

If Troy had lain a single finger on her, I didn't know what I was going to do.

I ran out of the school building, leaving my friends behind.

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

Troy led me to a cliffside. Water resided at the bottom of the large escarpment. I peered over the edge before retreating back, a safe distance from the ledge.

"No one will come here. Now what do you want?" Troy asked angrily.

"Don't act like you're so annoyed with me. I know you feel guilty." I snapped. I had come here with him to talk about what he'd done, and hopefully move past it.

I could see now that he wasn't the cold, heartless person that I had thought him to be. My current goal was to prevent him from doing anything like what he had done to me again. Maybe he would even end up being... nice.

"Guilty? Never heard of that." He said, still angry.

"Not knowing what guilt is wont stop you from feeling it." I informed him.

His expression softened and he looked to the ground, sighing. He rose one hand to his face, massaging his temples.

"...I'm sorry..." He finally said. The anger behind his voice had completely faded away.

You're sorry?

I kept my thoughts to myself, not wanting to mess up this opportunity to change him.

But, I couldn't help but be filled with a large amount of rage.

He finally decides to show remorse, and this is all that I get?

I tried to calm myself down.

At least I'm getting through to him. How can I continue this?

I desperately began to try and come up with some sort of method to make him feel more guilty, but I didn't have to, because he spoke before I got the chance.

"I'm sorry," He repeated, "... For being so fucking stupid."

On his face grew a disgusted expression. The disgust was not in me, but in himself.

"I don't even know why I fucking did that..." He continued on, looking more ashamed by the second.

Does you really not know?

"... Well... I mean... I do know why - But I just don't know... Why..." He mumbled.

That's what I thought.