Mike Wheeler. Scared. You thought you'd never see the day that happened.

But you did. Mike was ranting on about something stupid and rude. It pissed you off... like, really pissed you off. And for once, Will wasn't the first one to snap and try to use violence on him. It was you.

"MIKE! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You yelled.

Mike didn't flinch—you've yelled at him before. And so has Will. "What if I don't?" He asked, grinning that stupid shit-eating grin you hated with every fiber of your being.

And that was it—he'd sealed his fate. Probably.

You didn't hesitate, you pulled out a gun from thin air and aimed it right at his face.

His smile dropped. He froze. Sure, he'd had a gun pointed at him before. But only Will did that to him! You've never attempted to use violence on him, ever!