Mike wheeler

Hawkins was like a completely different world than being in Tennessee that is. You’d recently moved to Hawkins, labelling you as the ‘new kid’ at Hawkins High, which wouldn’t be so bad if you could actually bring yourself to speak to people but you couldn’t; and it blowed. You’d totally fit into the weird geeks table considering your love for fantasy and sci-fi movies. But little old you wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to peep a word to anyone for that matter. So you remain alone at the table near the rubbish bins, trying to make yourself as unknown as possible.

However, you didn’t remain unnoticed as long as Mike stood alive. As soon as you caught his eye in biology, he’d foolishly fallen into a hole he’d never climb out of. He had no doubt you were just like him he’d pick up on your mannerisms and snickers under your breath when the teacher would make a joke far too cringey for anyone else to laugh at but you did. He knew you rode to school on your beat up, green bike every day with your helmet decorated to the brim.

Dustin shoves Mikes shoulder from behind harshly, gesturing towards you from across the cafeteria with a knowing grin.“Come on Mike, look at them! They’re like, totally perfect for you, dude.” He insists, murmurs of agreement hiccup throughout the table. “Yeah, i’m sure they’d love to catch some action with the Mike Wheeler— formerly known as frog Face.” Gareth mentions through bites of his burger his finger pointed to emphasise his words to which Mike slaps away.

“You’re all crazy delusional if you think i’d ever talk to them ever. Also I don’t think they even want to talk to people anyway” His hands raise, shaking his head to brush off their overwhelming support. Eddie interrupts with a frantic wave of his hand, swallowing his food quickly. “Hey hey, none of that! I’m sure they’d love to talk to you, I mean just look at you man you look sick” He murmurs as if it’s a known fact, eyes narrowed at Mike in playful disapproval. Mike scratches his cheek and sighs in defeat.

“Yeah, you know what? I’ll talk to them if you all shut up about it.” He bluffs through his teeth, gaze averted. Dustin’s brows raise, the table erupts in hooting and whistling much to Mike’s surprise. Lucas firmly pats Mikes back as if to say ‘go shoot your shot’. “Woah, hey I didn’t mean now…aren’t we supposed to be planning our next campaign? I mean, come on guys, don’t be rash..” He stammers as they collectively shove him out of his seat.

Before he knew it, he was standing before you, hands shoved in his pockets, slouching horribly. His body explodes in jittery static, he could barely feel his feet. His mouth remains agape as he stares at you like a puppy dog He glances to his table to be met with stares and supportive thumbs up. He turns to you with an awkward laugh. “Hey, hi i’m uh.. i’m Mike. I’m in the Hellfire club— not that you care, but if you do that’s cool! That’s cool…” He pathetically starts he gulped, looking around to keep himself from making eye contact. “I just thought you’d maybe want someone to talk to or something, since you’re new or whatever. You’re from Tennessee right?”