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the party entered the school the same way they did yesterday. Tired, annoyed, and bored. "Goodness hell. I'm so tired." Max complained, rubbing her eyes.

El hit the redhead on the back of her head, the redhead yelping a bit and rubbed the back of her head. "Then don't call me in the middle of the night till three in the morning to whine about how penises look weird."

"The fuck?" Lucas furrowed his eyebrows looking at the two and took a step near Mike and away from the two girls.

Dustin frowned, "Your mother doesn't think penises look weird." the curly headed boy spoke under his breath.

Max managed to hear what Dustin had mumbled. "Obviously not if i'm alive right now." Max groaned, stomping her foot like a child when they didn't get their way. "Why couldn't my mom have been lesbian. If she was I wouldn't be stuck with you guys, because, I wouldn't be alive. Sorry, El." The redhead whined.

"Uhm, okay. I'm going somewhere you guys aren't. That somewhere totally is not my locker. Bye." Mike waved and walked off from that conversation.

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Mike was sitting in first period poking holes in his eraser, patiently waiting for class to start. The teacher looked at the door and smiled. Mike didn't look at her as he continued to poke at the eraser.

The teacher did some sort of, 'come here!' motion to the door. There were about twenty nine people in the class and there were two kids at the tables, except for Mikes. Mike sat by himself and he was fine with it, but not anymore apparently.

A brunette boy peaked into the room and stepped in when the teacher waved him over. When the door shut behind him and made a sound, that's when Mike, and the rest of the class had looked up.

The boys cheeks went into a shade of red and looked at the teacher, that look didn't last long as he looked at the nicely decorated classroom with a hint of discomfort in his eyes. She smiled, "Everyone, I'd like you all to meet our new student! This is William Byers!" The teacher said with a bright smile.

The brunette, whose name was 'William' raised his right hand a bit and did a small wave instead of saying hi, but the wave worked.

The teacher looked at the unamused teenagers in the class and mouthed, "Say Hi."

The room filled with, "Hi William"s and the brunette looked slightly more uncomfortable. "A seat over there." The teacher pointed to the chair right next to Mike.

William nodded and shuffled over to the seat and sat down, not making eye contact with Mike for a single second.

Mike thought nothing of it and went back to poking his eraser. He stopped when the teacher started talking and started to pay attention throughout the class.

The brunette seated next to him had been looking up at the teacher with with a look of confusion plastered onto his face.

Mike inspected him — for two seconds anyway since he didn't want to seem weird or creepy to their new classmate — His hair was was a light amount of wavy, he had hazel eyes, he had a slight tan to his skin.

That's all Mike could pick up from that two second glance, he remembered seeing a mole right above his lip, — not like he was looking at his lips he because totally wasn't! — William had taken out his notebook and flipped to a certain page.