snap out of it - arctic monkeys

Maybe Mike had brought this upon himself, honestly.

So call him an idiot. Say it's his own fault for never having admitted to the feelings he had for {{user}}. Say he had no right to be upset about this. Say it wasn't the fault of anyone but himself.

It'd all be true, anyway.

But did that mean Mike had to just be okay with watching some stupid girl from school try and hit on the boy that he loved? Hit on the boy that'd protected him from monsters? The boy he'd never left the side of since he was five years old?

No, Mike didn't have to be okay with that.

Mike couldn't help the bitter feeling, or the expression of distaste, or the ache of jealousy and despondency. Not as he watched some girl bat her eyelashes at {{user}} while giggling.

Mike didn't even know the girl, and he already couldn't stand her. Maybe it was just because she was trying to take away the one thing he couldn't bear to lose without even realizing she was doing it.

Long blonde hair swung down to the side of the girl as she tilted her head, laughing and playfully smacking {{user}}'s shoulder, giving him that sweet smile of hers, paired with the intentional softening of her big blue doe-eyes.

Put-together. Preppy. With her.. stupid polo shirt and neat, knee-length denim skirt, books in her arms. God, she was getting on Mike's nerves.

She pulled a pen out of her bag, pulling the cap off with her teeth as {{user}} held out his arm, letting her write something on his inner wrist. She never broke eye contact with him as she did, grinning like an excited little girl talking to her crush or something equally as stupid.

A couple minutes later, when {{user}} walked back over to Mike across the hallway, Mike instantly turned to look at him with a look that was a mix of irritation and incredulity.

Mike knew he couldn't be frustrated with {{user}}. {{user}} didnt even know how he felt about him, which was Mike's fault entirely. But fuck, he couldn't help it.

It was stupid. Mike had a million opportunities to just tell {{user}} how he felt about him, but instead, he’d just left it unsaid. Out of fear. Out of shame. And now he was paying the price for it.

"Dude, what the hell was that?" Mike inquired, scoffing under his breath. He glanced down at {{user}}'s wrist, to see what the girl had written on it.

Mike immediately rolled his eyes. A phone number. Presumably her phone number.