does obliviousness run in your blood as smoothly as your skin?
COMPLETED 2017
( mileven au. )
(THIS WAS ONE OF MY FIRST FANFICS SO ITS VERY POORLY WRITTEN!)
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CHAPTER THREE → THE DORK & THE BLUSHING IDIOT
Jane slowly steps into the detention room. She quickly darts her eyes around the room, examining each student with their heads down in their seat. There she spots him. Mike. It's been a whole 24 hours since she has last spoken to him, and she isn't quite sure if it's because she's been avoiding him or he's been avoiding her.
As she walks into the room, she notices Lucas Sinclair sits beside him, with Dustin Henderson, and Will Byers behind them. A girl with bright red hair, whom she doesn't recognise, sits in front of Lucas. They whisper between each other, bickering.
Jane slowly shuffles her way through the rows of desks, gaining their attention. Mike for some reason doesn't look up, concentrating hard on a rubixs cube beneath the desk. The angle she is standing at makes it look like he's doing something else. She shakes the thought away.
"Si-down" The teacher abbreviates, with half a shaved head, glasses, staring at the newspaper, and pointing to the spare seat beside the red haired girl. Front row seats, yay.
After slumping down in the seat, she obtained a few glances from the ginger girl, and hears some rustling from behind her.
She peers over her shoulder to see Will Byers, making some sort of paper boat or crane with a sticky note. She shifts her vision to Mike, who surprisingly was looking at her first. He quickly looks away, plucking a sticky note from Will's desk. Jane spins around in her seat, glancing at the teacher, who still is occupied on reading his newspaper.
After a minuet, something hits her head. She holds her hand at the back of her head, furrowing her brows. She looks at her feet, and a scrunched up sticky note sits beside her foot.
She slowly picks it up, and brings it onto the desk, glancing back and forth between the note and the teacher as she begins to read.
"Do need me to help you study for math? because i can't keep doing your homework, they'll notice."
Jane is in awe at his neat handwriting, with his y's curled slightly at the ends. She quickly grabs a pen out of her pocket, and begins to scribble down;
"Yes please ! i'm struggling on integers"
Without turning around, she tosses the paper behind her, hoping for the best. the red head gives her a scoff.
before she knows it, a note is thrown at the back of her head again.
"meet me at library after school ok? bring your books :)"
