Henclair oneshots not mine Part:1

short story:part 1

"Who the hell are you?" Max asked, looking at the girl crouching down next to Mike's bike outside the school. The bell had just rung, but Max hadn't been in class as per usual so she was the first to be at the meeting spot.

"Eleven. I'm Eleven." The girl said, still crouched down next to the bike. Max's eyes lit up in recognition.

"Oh. You're that girl, Mike's long lost girlfriend or whatever." As soon as Max had said that, Eleven stood straight up.

"He's not my boyfriend. Never was." Her eyes had a glaring gleam in them when she spoke, and honestly Max thought it was kind of terrifying.

"Ok, but I think Eleven, that you should tell him that because," Max's voice tapered off when she heard the unmistakable sound of the boys coming around the school building's corner. Eleven had obviously heard it to because her eyes widened and she looked around frantically, her curls flopping.

That was weird, hadn't Mike said her head was shaved? How long had she been gone? Max pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind because, let's face it, she would probably be seeing this girl a lot now and she could ask later.

"You should go," Max said, whispering now as the sound of voices came closer, "if you want to, go now." Eleven nodded and gave the other girl a smile, causing an odd flutter in Max's chest.

The weird girl fled, her black dirty mary janes kicking up dust as she sprinted for her life around the corner of the school building. The back of her light pink dress was very tattered and Max could see there were scratches on her legs as if she had been up in a tree. Odd.

Max whirled around as soon as Eleven was out of sight to see Mike, Lucas, Will, and Dustin standing staring at her. Mike looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Who was that?" Lucas asked, narrowing his eyes and looking over Max's shoulder in an attempt to see if he could see the figure that they had seen fleeing.

"Just some girl." Max said, nervously putting her hands into her pockets. Obviously that hadn't been the right thing to say as mike's eyes widened even more and he grww white as a sheet.

"What did she look like." He said intensely, with a sort of desperation that put Max on edge and made all the others roll their eyes.

"Dude she was like 2, calm down." Max said, causing Mike to deflate and Will to give a small smile off to the side. Somebody obviously had resentment towards Eleven and how much of Mike's brain and heart the girl took up.

"Ok can we get going now?" Dustin asked, walking over to his bike and getting on, the others following suit. Max just grabbed her skateboard from where it was propped up on the wall and got on, her backpack that was slung on her shoulder slipping slightly.

"Yeah, I just." Mike stopped what he was saying, looking one more time forlornly out at where Eleven had fled. "I thought I saw her." This time Max rolled her eyes along with the other boys.

"Well you didn't, so let's just go." Will said, mounting his new bike and kicking off. Dustin and Lucas followed suit but Max stayed behind as she usually was back of the pack. This time Mike stayed with her.

"Are you," He started but Max cut him off.

"Yes I'm sure it wasn't her. I'm sorry Mike."She said, watching the boy's face fall again. "But also, I know you miss her, but we're still here and you never said she confirmed you two were dating. I know it hurts but you kind of need to be here for us, and mostly for Will."

Max left it at that and took off, her skateboard gliding over the grass as she caught up with her friends.

She heard the sound of Mike's bike starting to move behind her and felt a twinge of remorse, maybe she shouldn't't have been too hard on one of the few friends she has. But then Max remembered how frantic Eleven had looked trying to get away and she was positive that it had been a needed intervention.

For the weird girls sake only.