love triangle

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i shouldn't have came.
i shouldn't have.

i am currently sitting on the bleachers, just sitting there.
my eyes were too dry from crying earlier, so i couldn't cry now.
that's good. not in front of the party. not in front of the whole school. not in front of Mike.

Mike. where is Mike you ask?
he's dancing with Eleven having the time of his life.
while i'm having my worst.
Mike is happy, at least.
but if Mike is happy, i should be, right?
wrong.
i should be happy, for him.
but i'm not. i wish he was mine.

i just couldn't take it anymore.
i got up and ran outside, hopefully not catching anyone's attention.
i ran outside, even ignoring Mr Clarke's voice asking me where i was going.
i sat down right beside the school walls.
that's when the tears came.
the tears blurred my vision and left me cheeks with no dry spots.

i, then, heard footsteps rushing out of the gym as well.
i sat up, Mike? i hoped.








nope. it was....

Will.

"y/n?" he questioned, his voice was breaking a little bit too.
"y-yeah...?" i wiped my tears quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice that i've been crying for the past thirty minutes.
he sat down beside me, "you alright?"
i sighed, "...i will be." "are you?"
he turned his gaze to the ground.
"i- there's a person. that's dancing with another person... that i wish was me"
i nodded, "i feel the same way too. who is it? Max?"
he shook his head.
"Eleven?"
he shook his head again, "no, but you're close."
"...Mike?"
he nodded.
"ah."
"what about you?" he asked, changing the subject.
"same guy. Mike."
we both nodded, the looked down again.
there was some silence before i piped up, "but it sucks, 'cause he's with Eleven"
"i know"
i looked down at my ruined dress, it was covered in tear and dirt stains.
"i am such a mess" i cried, clapping my hands over my face. "he'll never like me"
Will put a hand on my shoulder, "you never know, y/n. maybe he might go to you"
i looked up, "not likely"
Will gave me a lopsided smile.
"i'm not sure if this gonna make you feel any better but.... do you wanna, uhm, dance?"

{part two? no? yeah?}

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