Mileven One-Shots

first day mistakes?

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mike wheeler was so late.

so irrevocably late, and to his first day of class—of course he would be. maybe if dustin and lucas hadn't practically forced those last few tequila shots i wouldn't be late—he thought bitterly, groaning as a pulse of pain waves across his forehead suddenly.

man they were so gonna hear it from him later, if he ever makes it to class that is.

he leaps through the buildings halls faster than he can even walk if that's at all possible, looking absolutely crazy to say the least with his poorly ironed striped shirt and jeans and mismatched shoes. and mike wheeler would rather not try and even think about his hair at the moment.

getting to class was his main priority right now—god this was embarrassing! who's late to their very first day of class?!

finally after what seemed like forever he finds the class and braces himself for whats sure to be one of the most awkward and worst ways to start off his professor.

all eyes turn to mike as the door slams open, hitting the wall harder than expected. he flushed, stuttering.

"i-i'm sorry my alarm didn't go off." mike says.

lie. you just slept through it with those four fucking shots.

"i got here as fast as i could," he continues and well at least he wasn't lying about that.

the boy feels the man's eyes stare for a moment and he thinks he likes watching him squirm with anxiety because there's a hint of humor in his eyes. "very well let's not make it a habit—i assume... mister wheeler? go find a seat and try to get some work done, yes?"

"yessir..." mike mumbles gently. he's sure his cheeks couldn't be anymore red, especially when he hears a few soft snickers among the other students.

he looks around for spots but it seems as though they're all filled and—jesus could this day just get any better? he was practically begging now.

"you can sit here," a soft voice speaks from behind and—wow. it's a girl and she hands down one of the most beautiful girls he's ever seen let alone speak too. there's something in the way she smiles at him.

and he thinks maybe this day can get better.

her grin is so soft and gently kind it causes a warm tingly flush to occur, and he'd be lying to say it didn't cause his brain to malfunction. he doesn't say anything for a solid three seconds before snapping out of it as her lips quirk up in question. "are you just gonna stand there or sit with me?"

"i...i'll sit." mike responds and he berates himself inwardly at how stupid he probably looked just staring at her, gapping like some goddamn goldfish. nice one michael, you've totally just managed embarrassed yourself in front of the prettiest girls you've ever even seen in the first five seconds.

he's pretty sure that's a record, it usually take a good thirty seconds.

"thank you for letting me sit here um there was no seats, i was late."

"yeah i know," she smiles again. "i saw you break the door open a couple minutes ago." she giggles.

"oh uh...right—god i'm so bad at this i'm sorry," he whispers running a hand through his waves before suddenly getting the courage to stick his hand out.