WILL POV-
The chestnut-haired boy ran to the library finding a seat secluded from the sounds of others, wanting to be alone to contain himself from what just happened. He didn't know why Mike acted the way he did or why he was unable to defend the work he had spent countless hours on finetuning it to be the best representation of himself, banging his head on the table, producing a large noise echoing through the library. He lifted his head grasping the essay in his hands, the edges crumpled laying it flat on the table attempting to smooth out the creases. Placing his headphones in his ears blocking out any sound from passers by
Taking out his pencil case emerging a blue pen; pursing his lips, roughly crossing out any sentences he would think Mike would deem as 'Useless' or 'Bullshit', frowning. knowing that he would only have to go home and edit it on his laptop to rework it to be shorter, aiming to complete it at least a few days before the deadline. Lost in thought as the time ticked by, glancing at his watch seeing the time it read '9:04'
"Shit" Will muttered out loud, jumping up from his seat throwing his pencil case and essay in his bag, running out the library down the stairs to his first lesson, he was a few minutes late but so was his teacher usually. Seeing the door of his class in sight he slowed down, stopping in front of the door taking a deep breath, entering the room, calmly walking to his seat as his teacher had not arrived.
"Woah you look like shit" Richie pointed at his face
"Good morning to you too Richie" Will lowered his eyebrows placing his bag under his chair
"Hot shit though" Richie added pointing finger guns toward the chestnut-haired boy, he giggled under his breath being called hot by Richie, even if it was meant as a joke; he savoured it. The door swung open, revealing his Art teacher; her hair tied into a messy bun and her apron the same as always strutting in, placing her bag onto her desk engaging in chit chat with one of the students before abruptly clapping her hands to get the classes attention. Will turned his head to the teacher shifting his thoughts from this morning
---- 9:56 AM ----
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
"If your phone buzzes one more time I'm gonna bang you on the table" Richie leaned over whispering in the smaller boy's ear
"Don't you mean my phone?" Will asked
"No, I meant you" Richie simply stated
"What?" Will furrowed his brows honestly just confused with Richie at this point, turning his head noticing that he was mere inches away from his face, he blushed slightly; looking at his pink lips, not trying to be obvious while gawking
"You heard what I said" Richie only shrugged moving back to his seat, Will blinked profusely, feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate again taking it out under the table, seeing the wall of notifications on screen flash in front of his eyes
9 CALLS FROM MIKE
28 TEXTS FROM MIKE
"Shit" Will says aloud, his eyes widening as Mike tried to contact him so many times only continuing to grow
"Oh, so Byers does swear! Do it again, it was hot" Richie joked looking at the chestnut haired boy
"Not now Richie" Will spoke. Although wanting to entertain him; he needed to get to the bottom of why Mike was texting him this much, feeling confused standing up from his seat,
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