You were walking to your locker after the last class of the day, ready to go home and sleep, or do literally anything besides this. School was your least favorite part of the day, and not just because of the classes, which you did hate. Half of it was because of the weird disappearances around town, most of the kids in your grade and in your school, and a small part in you feared you were next, with all of the crazy conspiracy theories, but majority of your hatred of school came from stupid Mike Wheeler.

You hated that dumb Wheeler. He was always shouting out in class, trying to be witty and crack jokes which you refused to smile at, not wanting to give the satisfaction of him being slightly funny in the sea of irritating that flooded his body.

Mike Wheeler. God. Even his name just brought a bad feeling to you, sending goosebumps crawling up and down your arms, like electric bolts flying up and down your spine. It truly seemed like his goal every day was to tick you off more than the day before. Something you would never admit, to anyone, is that in fleeting moments, you wouldn't know if you wanted to punch his face in, or kiss it.

The best sound of the day suddenly sounded, and you shot out of your seat, rushing out the door and rounding down the hallway, brushing shoulders with almost everyone who was fighting their way down the halls. Approaching your locker, you spotted a tall, shaggy-haired boy leaning right against yours.

Mike's groupie friends surrounded him, and it seemed as if they had no intent of budging. Slowly, his head turned to look at you, his eyes twinkling with entertainment as they met yours, a grin spreading across his face, but he did not attempt to move out of your way, though you both knew full well he was directly in front of where you needed to be.

Actually, it seemed he leaned even more against your locker, digging his shoulder into it, now completely blocking off any chance you had to get into it without interacting with them. Great. Mike's eyes remained on you for a second, as if he was daring you to come ask him to move. He ran his hand through his black hair and shifted his gaze back to his friends, leaving you with the decision.