Noah Schnapp one shots

they're not shit part 1

(THIS IS ABOUT WILL BYERS)

"Zombie boy."

"Fag."

"Queer."

Will walked through the chaotic halls of the school he had come to hate. Or more like the people in it he had come to hate.

Clutching onto his backpack, he tried his best to ignore the stares and slurs that were hurled at him whilst walking to his locker.

When it had all first started in kindergarten, he had hoped that he would soon get used to the bullying. Immune to the words aimed to hurt him. But no. It still hurt.

Reaching his locker, he entered the code and prayed that nothing would be inside. No. A piece of paper fluttered out and fell onto the ground in front of him, landing by his feet. He peered down at the piece of paper, yet soon wished he hadn't.

On the torn piece of scrap paper was a very explicit drawing (a bad one at that) of him and... you? Or what seemed to be you. His thoughts became assured when he saw the prominent red scraggly writing at the bottom.

"Zombie Boy and The Slut. A pair made in heaven."

He felt his face turn red in embarrassment, trying to process what he was seeing. Jeers and laughter surrounded him as tears welled up in his eyes. Slamming his locker shut, he spun on his heel and ran in the direction of the back exit, not before seeing you walking out of the left corridor with Max. You looked up from your conversation, your eyes catching his but before you could say anything, he had passed you.

You looked at Max with a confused frown. "Wonder where Will was going?"

She shrugged and you both continued on the way to your locker, which was coincidentally right next to Will's. You opened the door to your locker, not noticing the small piece of paper next to your feet. However, Max did. Her eyes widened and she grabbed your shoulder.

You looked towards her, confused. "What?"

She nodded downwards, causing you to shift your attention to the floor. You stopped everything, all movement and just stared. Your mind was wild with thoughts.

Who did this?

Why would they do this?

Your brain was hectic before a sudden realisation hit you.

Will. This was the reason he had ran off in such a hurry. Without saying anything to Max you ran off, ignoring her cries of protest.

You had to find Will.

Meanwhile, Will had ran to your place. The place where the both of you went to just calm down and be alone together. At the back of the school in the gardens, there was a small hole through the bushes, and through this was a little patch of grass perfect for two teens to bond and talk together.

However, this time he was alone. And crying silently, tears running down his face while he buried his head into his knees. He hated how he let them get to him. It made him an easy target, he knew this. But he couldn't help it.