𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

two. turned tables

002. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

❝ a tornado flew around my room before
you came, excuse the mess it made! ❞

( . . . two, turned tables! )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, their summer
had only begun halfway in.
the following chapter will
be set on the fourth of
june, a month before the
scene in the prologue.

FIERCE BIT HIS STARE as (y/n) watched mike wheeler rip his throat open with god awful sneers in the distance.

he loomed over the bookworm of a brunette, pulling on his own hair in frustration. it would take two in two to put together that his day had completely gone to shit, and elle hopper was always there to feed off of it.

"who shoved the stick up his ass this time?" stacey rather uninterestedly spoke, scouting through the racks of in season dresses. "beats me" (y/n) softly responded, wincing as she caught elle ramming his shoulder over while walking away from their heated argument. she could be so dramatic sometimes.

sighing in distaste, (y/n) shook her head and began her scavenge for new apparel as well to waste her father's money on. "what's gotten into him?" her best friend spoke while looping hangers over her elbows. (y/n) hums cluelessly in response, taking a few summer pieces for herself and heading over to the dressing rooms.

stacey follows with a curious expression. "i swear it's like he's a never ending bomb that keeps exploding everywhere he goes!" she exclaims with her palm against her chest now face to face with the mayors daughter. "it's exhausting, and i'm not even an arm-length away from him"

"maybe it's good we're never part of it." (y/n) shrugs honestly, "'course hopper's a mess but he's just a pre-madonna" she says taking a step into the small booth and sliding the curtains closed. pulling her blouse off of herself, she tries a new one on, twirling before the mirror to see it's fit. she smiles, peeking her head out and showcasing her new top to her friend with a question mark written over her features.

stacey nods, turning her around as she held her friend's shoulders. "definitely get it altered over here" she says while folding the loose ends to fit perfectly around her. mumbling a thank you, (y/n) momentarily looks up from stacey's shoulders to see mike's worn out presence still lingering where he was left.

he slowly looks up to meet her glance, curtains draped shut before they would be left in a stare (y/n) tried so often to avoid.

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revolving as the earth, her eyes roll at the dooming sound of his voice scurrying out the lamest of excuses. doorknob in his hands and denim vest undressing itself from the buttercup shirt wrinkled on his panting chest. mike's former lovestruck haze fades as he meets his parents' glare.

(y/n) sighs to herself, double taking his rushed appearance only to continue dragging the meatloaf around her plate sluggishly. it tasted off ass and five pinches of salt, she'd expected dinner at the wheeler's to be at least edible.

"how kind of you to join us tonight" his mom smiles, eyes burning with disappointment and an uncomfortable clatter of utensils in the background. mike clenches his jaw, shutting the door behind him to seat before the girl that had recently began hate him for no reason.

but there was a reason and she didn't let him know because it was easier to grit painful words at his tall, attractive, presence than fall miserably on her knees with heart eyes. so instead, she let elle hopper do it for her while she watched with flamed eyelids.

she had lost her feelings for him once with her eyes swollen with tears on a night made to be set to fall in love. now, the snowball meant nothing to her as she meant nothing to him that evening; dancing alongside of the chief's daughter who for once in her life, (y/n) wished to switch lives with. all for a dork who couldn't take a hint.

anne, (y/n)'s guardian, speaks above the tense silence. "i heard the power outage wiped out the whole town" she nods with a graceful grin on her face that she always wore alongside the earrings gifted by her husband on the daily. she had always managed to keep herself well-mannered and she hoped her daughter to be the same.

and yet, the teenage sweetheart who was terribly bored out of her mind let it be written on the dull fall of her eyes letting anne nudge her leg gently below the mahogany dining table to regain her poise posture.

mike subtly watches as (y/n) flinches her back straight, her hair falling behind her collar to reveal a glimmering gold chain hung on her neck. he peeks through his long strands, familiarizing with the necklace that hid beneath the rim of her blouse.

it was the last gift he had given her on the holidays that truly meant something. he softens, glancing at her face that had aged too well for him to remember.

her eyes dipped with the illegible tones he laid keen to understand, lips sprouted and face tanned. her satin hair grown as she did both elegantly and healthily, most definitely losing the heavy bangs and countless perms she used to cherish so deeply. he glances at how pretty she had become despite the bore leaking her enchanting appearance.

(y/n) catches his gaze, brows knotting at him to look away while a conversation continues to brew around the room filled with plate displayed cabinets.

completely humiliated, he looks away for a mere second to still feel her stare burning against his freckle dribbled cheeks. mike now glares back, catching her grody expression as he furrows his brows for her stop checking him out. she scoffs, clasping a tighter hold on her fork and clenching her jaw in disbelief.

he was unbelievable she thought, hating him with everything in her and swearing to never once have a decent conversation with the boy who broke her heart just a few months ago.

but to him, she needed him now more than ever. mike had his own issues to tend to, and for someone so intelligent like himself, he was walking into the biggest one yet.

#NELLIE'SPOV
kinda fucked myself up by
setting a goal to have this
book finished at the end of
the year but now it's july 17
& not a single chapter has
been posted. anyways, i
hope you enjoyed. have a
great day dude! ☺️💖🦖

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( . . . to be continued! )