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Wednesday, 21st May 1986,
Hawkins Highschool,
Period 3 English,
11.05am,

MIKE'S POV:

[A/N]:

I ended leaving Marie's as Mary since someone in the comments corrected me about how those are two different names which sound different.

I stormed away from Mary and Will and into our English classroom. I threw my bag down in a fit which gained me a few weird looks from others in the class. I ignored them and sat. Slumping in my chair, I placed my head down on the table and groaned.

I mean I have no right to be jealous because we're not even dating or anything but still. Why is ignoring me and talking to them instead? I groaned once more then sighed to myself.

"What's up with you?" Someone asked, placing their hand on my head and ruffling my hair slightly.

I looked up and when I saw Will, I rolled my eyes and put my head back down.

"Mike." He said, "What did I do?"

He knew exactly what he did. I'm pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

"You know what you did." I muttered, not lifting my head up.

"Oh, jealous again?" Will asked, laughing.

I stayed silent and brushed his hand off my head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Will laughed.

I lifted my head and glared at him, "Do you really mean it though?"

"Yeah, it was just funny to see you get like that. I didn't think you were the type to get jealous easily." He said.

"I didn't think so either." I sighed.

"Why're you even jealous?" He asked.

"Cuz it feels like she's going to your new best friend or even girlfriend.." I muttered.

"Why would you be upset if I had a girlfriend?" He asked.

"Because I want to be your boyfriend." How can I say that???

"Because you'd get have one before I got another." I lied.

It seemed like after that sentence, a wave of sadness washed across his face. I wonder why.

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55 minutes later, the class has ended. Will was already leaving with Mary when I noticed something. There was a light carving on the table which read:

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